Why do breezes sigh every evening
"Oh not that garbage again!" Belle groaned.
Naturally, her animosity towards AFM resulted in quite a few exclamations from the crew.
"What? Oh this is classic stuff!"
"It's not classic, it's original. In a few decades this stuff's gonna be legendary!"
"You just want to show her your gun."
"Shut up Jack!"
Belle giggled as the situation dissolved from there, only put to rest by the fading signal. At last, the infernal noise was silenced and the B-17 could breathe a sigh of relief.
"Why do you hate her so much Belle?" Dennis asked.
Belle really didn't know how to answer that without bringing great embarrassment to herself. I mean, how could she just say "Because her and Rascal did it in your seat." Plus she couldn't just rat a crewman out.
So instead, she ignored the question and looked at Baby Ruth off her left wing.
"Hey Ruth!" She called.
"Yeah?"
"What you gonna do, after the war?"
"Go home and get laid." She replied. Now that got a laugh out of everybody.
"I think I'm gonna go somewhere where there's no rain first. And nice warm sun and sand. I can't get a tan but, it's the next best thing." C-Cups said.
Sweet Dreams was the next to speak up but Belle shut her down. "If you go on about that Airline chain again..." She groaned.
"But it's perfect! People can fly for practically nothing and I mean just average ordinary people who want to see places! Not just rich snobs or folk like our men."
"Never happen. Military won't let the civilian sector get the goods." Windy City said, joining in for the first time. She was at the head of the formation, just off Belle's starboard nose. Her course hadn't changed once throughout the flight, despite the varying wind currents. She was as steady as a rock. Belle always admired her flying skills.
"What are you going to do after the war?" Belle asked.
Windy City thought about that and she was thinking hard judging by the way her wings wobbled in response to the senior aircraft's question. "You know, I haven't really thought about it." She said at last. "I'm only on my 15th mission so I've got a ways to go before I can even think about going home. You're the lucky one here Belle. You can think about it. But for the rest of us... it just seems so far away, you know?"
The grins and giggles went away quick at the sobering reminder. Whatever mission they were on, be it first or 15th or last, they were still at war.
The somber transition lasted only a minute though. Mother and Country had been only half-listening to the conversation, her eyes and ears perked for danger.
"Krauts, 10o'clock high!" She called as a flock of Messerschmidt's rained down from above.
Belle armed her guns. Their muzzles poked through her fuselage, glinting in the sun's rays. They were scenting death. Today she'd bag her sixth kill, a 109 ripe for the taking!