Battle of Britain, Flying Graves
Sirens wailed loudly as pilots scrambled to their planes. It was another practice drill. The Royal Air Force pilots had many. . . Another attack by the Luftwaffe was intimate. . .Everyone knew it.
Pvt. Miles Prower was new. . .a reserve pilot brought in do to the loss of many other pilots. RAF had few Spitfires and Hurricanes left. Either they were shot down or sent to do air raids over France and drop food supplies to the hidden Free French forces.
Prower inspected his plane. He checked the engine, the fuse tank, the rotor, the machine gun, the bomb load, and the landing gear. "Mighty good job you do maintaining your Spitfire Prower."
Prower smiled his childish smile. . .then again. . .He was only fourteen and was a pilot for the Crown. "Thank you sir" He saluted. "I try my best."
"Hope you can do your best in the air. Them Jerries will be coming sooner then later."
Just then the siren went off, but this was from the nearby city of Brighton. Prower and Captain Evan Waters looked out to the sky and sure as hell, in the distance was the figure of German bombers, Stukas and 109E- 3's.
Waters ran off to his plain while Prower scrambled into his cockpit and closed it. He then started up the engine and waited for two other planes to take off before he took off and into the air.
Prower looked back and saw ten other British planes in the air and he sighed in relief. He returned his gaze forward and gulped, "So many. . ."
"Look alive boys!" Waters's voice crackled over the headgear. "Spitfires, you take out the fighters, Hurricanes, down those bloody bombers!" Prower pushed his Spitfire faster forward. Soon bullets whistled by from the gunners on the bombers. Prower banked left between two bombers as a wave of 109E-3's flew at him, guns blazing.
Prower came about on the port side of another bomber, the top gunner saw him and began to bring his guns about. Prower pressed hard on the trigger and sprayed the turret full of lead. Prower passed by and looked over his shoulder to see the gunner dead. Prower then knew right then and there what this would all be like. "Prower! You got one on your tail!" Prower looked behind him and saw the Stuka coming in. Bullets whizzed by and Prower ducked into his seat, afraid one would hit him in the back of the head.
Prower weaved in and out of the sluggish bombers, hoping to lose the pilot, but this Shepard was good. He kept right on the fast Spitfire's tail. Prower felt his plane jerk hard and he knew a shot had hit him. He then noticed a bomber being shot at and its engines explode. The large craft began to lurch forward as it started to fall. Prower flew between its nose and the tail of a nearby bomber. The pilot behind him tried to bank left but his wing was torn off upon hitting the nose of the bomber which crashed into the tail of another bomber, sending it falling to the beach below.
Prower sighed with relief then noticed a fellow pilot with two fighters on his tail. Prower dove in and fired off, one fighter exploded and the other pulled out then began to spin out as the wing flap on the starboard wing flew off.
Prower flew over a bomber and pressed a button on the throttle and dropped a bomb into the top gunner. An explosion roared which was then followed by a load of explosions. The bomber blew up into pieces along with a passing by Stuka. "They are almost over Brighton!" Captain Waters yelled through the headphones.
Prower banked off north following a few other Spitfires. The group turned back toward the on coming threat and formed a screen as they fired off into the swarm, taking down what they could before getting into the middle of it all. Prower saw a Spitfire's tail burst into flames. The pilot couldn't even go to kicked open the canopy before his plane crashed into the cockpit of a bomber. The large craft began to fall, and in its fall it exploded upon the flames reaching the bombs. Prower then saw objects falling rapidly. "What the bloody hell?. . ." He then noticed they were over land and over the airport. "Shit! Those are bombs!" Prower then felt his plane jerk hard and saw smoke coming off of his left wing. He fought to stay airborne and was able to fire a round into the open hatch of a bomber and destroy it before his plane began to fall.
Prower looked back on the battle zone and saw a Spitfire blow up. He looked forward and pulled back on the throttle. Prower was able to land his plane in a field. He got out and looked at the sky then gasped, more bombers and fighter planes were coming in. He gasped again as he saw figures dropping out and parachutes being opened. Prower watched as Hitler was succeeding in his dream. . .landing on British shores. . .
Part 3
The Nazis have driven deep into the Motherland up to the Volga. Stalin has called for a final push back against the fascist bastards. Stalingrad, the city named after the communist dictator, will become war torn in: The Battle of Stalingrad, Blood of the Red Army
Sirens wailed loudly as pilots scrambled to their planes. It was another practice drill. The Royal Air Force pilots had many. . . Another attack by the Luftwaffe was intimate. . .Everyone knew it.
Pvt. Miles Prower was new. . .a reserve pilot brought in do to the loss of many other pilots. RAF had few Spitfires and Hurricanes left. Either they were shot down or sent to do air raids over France and drop food supplies to the hidden Free French forces.
Prower inspected his plane. He checked the engine, the fuse tank, the rotor, the machine gun, the bomb load, and the landing gear. "Mighty good job you do maintaining your Spitfire Prower."
Prower smiled his childish smile. . .then again. . .He was only fourteen and was a pilot for the Crown. "Thank you sir" He saluted. "I try my best."
"Hope you can do your best in the air. Them Jerries will be coming sooner then later."
Just then the siren went off, but this was from the nearby city of Brighton. Prower and Captain Evan Waters looked out to the sky and sure as hell, in the distance was the figure of German bombers, Stukas and 109E- 3's.
Waters ran off to his plain while Prower scrambled into his cockpit and closed it. He then started up the engine and waited for two other planes to take off before he took off and into the air.
Prower looked back and saw ten other British planes in the air and he sighed in relief. He returned his gaze forward and gulped, "So many. . ."
"Look alive boys!" Waters's voice crackled over the headgear. "Spitfires, you take out the fighters, Hurricanes, down those bloody bombers!" Prower pushed his Spitfire faster forward. Soon bullets whistled by from the gunners on the bombers. Prower banked left between two bombers as a wave of 109E-3's flew at him, guns blazing.
Prower came about on the port side of another bomber, the top gunner saw him and began to bring his guns about. Prower pressed hard on the trigger and sprayed the turret full of lead. Prower passed by and looked over his shoulder to see the gunner dead. Prower then knew right then and there what this would all be like. "Prower! You got one on your tail!" Prower looked behind him and saw the Stuka coming in. Bullets whizzed by and Prower ducked into his seat, afraid one would hit him in the back of the head.
Prower weaved in and out of the sluggish bombers, hoping to lose the pilot, but this Shepard was good. He kept right on the fast Spitfire's tail. Prower felt his plane jerk hard and he knew a shot had hit him. He then noticed a bomber being shot at and its engines explode. The large craft began to lurch forward as it started to fall. Prower flew between its nose and the tail of a nearby bomber. The pilot behind him tried to bank left but his wing was torn off upon hitting the nose of the bomber which crashed into the tail of another bomber, sending it falling to the beach below.
Prower sighed with relief then noticed a fellow pilot with two fighters on his tail. Prower dove in and fired off, one fighter exploded and the other pulled out then began to spin out as the wing flap on the starboard wing flew off.
Prower flew over a bomber and pressed a button on the throttle and dropped a bomb into the top gunner. An explosion roared which was then followed by a load of explosions. The bomber blew up into pieces along with a passing by Stuka. "They are almost over Brighton!" Captain Waters yelled through the headphones.
Prower banked off north following a few other Spitfires. The group turned back toward the on coming threat and formed a screen as they fired off into the swarm, taking down what they could before getting into the middle of it all. Prower saw a Spitfire's tail burst into flames. The pilot couldn't even go to kicked open the canopy before his plane crashed into the cockpit of a bomber. The large craft began to fall, and in its fall it exploded upon the flames reaching the bombs. Prower then saw objects falling rapidly. "What the bloody hell?. . ." He then noticed they were over land and over the airport. "Shit! Those are bombs!" Prower then felt his plane jerk hard and saw smoke coming off of his left wing. He fought to stay airborne and was able to fire a round into the open hatch of a bomber and destroy it before his plane began to fall.
Prower looked back on the battle zone and saw a Spitfire blow up. He looked forward and pulled back on the throttle. Prower was able to land his plane in a field. He got out and looked at the sky then gasped, more bombers and fighter planes were coming in. He gasped again as he saw figures dropping out and parachutes being opened. Prower watched as Hitler was succeeding in his dream. . .landing on British shores. . .
Part 3
The Nazis have driven deep into the Motherland up to the Volga. Stalin has called for a final push back against the fascist bastards. Stalingrad, the city named after the communist dictator, will become war torn in: The Battle of Stalingrad, Blood of the Red Army