The skies were full of planes firing at each other. It was all you could see, if you dared creep out of your house at these times.

It was November in 1947. The war had been going on for what seemed like years.

"We must pull back, there are too many of them".

"No, we must fight it is our duty".

"I am your Captain. You must do exactly what I say. Pull Back. Pull Back now"

But it was too late. The planes sawed overhead of the dying crops.

But suddenly lights appeared from nowhere flying all around two planes.

"Captain, what is this, what are these lights"

"The other side must have made a trap. There here to confuse us".

The three lights hovered for a moment and then disappeared.

"Listen to me. We must pull back"

But it was too late as a firing noise court the captains attention.

"Plane down, Plane down. Pull Back. Pull Back Now."

But the plane wasn't going down anywhere, for the lights that had disappeared had now reappeared and were holding the plane up. The lights began to move fast around and around the wreckage of a plane bringing it safely to the ground.

As the plane hit the ground, there was an explosion and then nothing to be seen. No plane. No people. Nothing but a burned patch in the grass