p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Fighter pilots in exile fly for foreign land /spanbr /Let the story be heard of 303br /Fighter pilots of Poland in the battle of Britainbr /Guarding the skies of the isle/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"August 1942 /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Flight Officer Jillian Holtzmann shivered as she sat in her Hawker, it was an early morning. She had been flying for twenty-eight weeks straight now and without rest. Her home country of Poland had fallen to the Nazis, only two years ago, now and she was just outside of London, flying sorties out of Heston./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This raid was far too ambitious and she had told Gabeszewicz about it, he told her she was lucky to even fly without being in her Polish Squadron and with the English. She had bloody warned the others that it would be a folly to attack during the day, with fighter planes and half of the Royal Navy Air Arm to boot. Polish Fighter Command dealt with the British and their hands are tied and was in no position to make demands or give an opinion on most of the operations their pilots flew in./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The Germans just loved to shoot down pilots and Holtzmann took a sharp right as she re-grouped with Beckman. Holtzmann spotted the tanks advancing towards those poor soldiers on the beach and radioed Beckman. She unsnapped her mask and pushed the mic receiver close to her face./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Eagle One, Eagle One, we have a bogey down on the beach can I engage?" Holtzmann asked as she spoke into her mask radio./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Roger Eagle Eight, permission to engage and give them hell. Remember to make it count." Beckman rasped./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann climbed in the air as Beckman watched her six with ease and waited for her to begin her diving run. All fighter pilots trained to make bomb runs and fight in dog fights, she was proficient in all aspects of air combat and that included diving. The British had made many of them earn their wings again after the fall of Poland and it paid off. The shrill of the engines startled her as she finished her ascent and her plane shook, it was time to dive./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Jillian throttled the brake as she turned down and then punched the accelerator as she began the approach. Her adrenaline kicked as she continued to dive towards the Panzer and she noted the feet, 5,000: 3,000, 1,000 500.. BAM! Holtzmann looked down in her cockpit and she had scored another tank kill./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She whooped loudly as Beckman also cheered as the bomb had taken care of one of the finest "Panzer Elite". The squadron reformed and limped on home after a hard-fought battle./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann seethed in her hut, Operation Jubilee had been a complete disaster. The raid had been a failure and they had lost half of the Free French pilots. The main force had been cut off by the Germans and Holtzmann seethed in her hut, she had seen this coming after studying the terrain around Dieppe. The British still needed as many combat pilots and they kept trying these useless raids, Saint Nazaire was one that rare gem that been successful and she wondered if they could ever push the Germans back if they kept up these useless raids./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. The Germans had everything that the Allies wished with combat hardened troops, good combat pilots, no shortage of planes, and more importantly they held the ground in France and most of the continent. An invasion would only work if they could overwhelm the ground forces and that was IF America would even come into the war in the European theater. They sure did have good soldiers, a smart field commander, proper equipment, and plenty of ammo./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The Americans had to be coming soon to alleviate this and soon or there would be nothing left to save. She sighed as fell on her bed and looked at the photo of her "mother", Rebecca who had raised her and got her out of that orphanage in Wrocław. It made her mad, because; she missed her family so much and her mother might not be in Warsaw anymore. The feeling of not knowing where her adoptive family was maddening and the fact that they could be dead, just for being in the wrong place by a Nazi jackboot./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was hard not to feel down after she had lost her family, her home, her country, and not win a single battle. There was also the ten months in a hospital up after the wood cooker had exploded in her face during the Battle of France. She had been forced out of the fight and had to be evacuated due to a Frenchman's idiocy./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She had spent eighteen months in the hospital recovering from her burns and finally re-gained her eyesight after a long stay in a military hospital. Holtz is upset that she had missed so much and began training again with Beckman and the other men in the Squadron. The British were surprised when the Polish wanted a female fighter pilot but who was to question Polish logic? They were some of the toughest fighters the RAF had and they were not turning down applicants anytime soon. Holtz kicked her bed again and sighed, she missed her home and more importantly she missed not having to fly with her life on the line./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann kicks her bed again and sighs, she misses home and more importantly she misses flying for fun, not with her life on the was simply infuriating and made her question if this war was truly worth it after losing so much?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was this question that kept Holtzmann up at night more than the thought of dying. She looked down at her hands and saw the scars from the day Rowan de North had blown both of them sky-high, that bastard died a week later from his injuries and Jillian had to suffer through one of the worst days of the war, Dunkirk. She wasn't able to fight and she had to be loaded into a small sailboat and ferried to Dover, it was miserable. The nurses had done their best and she tried to recall who loaded her on the boat but nothing of the woman who saved her life came to mind. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She's still miserable as she stretches her aching hands and stays put on her bed, so much had happened and it still wasn't enough. The scars Rowan gave her had changed her and it was not like she would ever go back to not fighting, there was still much war left and she had to be brave and keep fighting. There was no other choice and sometimes she remembered what her mowa would say./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give." Gorin's voice echoed in her head, damn it mom she thought as she glared at her hands again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She always told her that so many times and yet Jill struggled to meet the current situation with her best, it was hard after being beaten down so many times. Jillian had hated being sidelined after barely getting to fly in France and people still were not cool she was a woman, the Soviets had female fighter pilots and now the Polish did too. She sighs as she looks up at the ceiling and wonders what the future will hold, it will be difficult to keep being a hero and having no one to truly confide in, she missed her little niece, the girl was only eight now. Jillian slumped into her pillow and fell away into oblivion, her rotten day long behind her and fell into a restless sleep./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Aces in Exile, Sabaton/span/span/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"August 1942 /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Flight Officer Jillian Holtzmann shivered as she sat in her Hawker, it was an early morning. She had been flying for twenty-eight weeks straight now and without rest. Her home country of Poland had fallen to the Nazis, only two years ago, now and she was just outside of London, flying sorties out of Heston./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She will be part of the aerial escort for Operation Jubilee, she would be one of the few Polish aviators flying today. She tucked the picture of her adoptive mother and niece into her altimeter and revved the engines. Her Hawker, fully loaded with enough ammo for the trip there but she worried about fuel. The Channel was difficult to fly in bad weather, clear weather would make her a target, again no good options./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She missed her home and her mother, Rebecca, and the feeling of having a family to fight for. Holtzmann saw the convoy down below and hoped the poor chaps would be okay as they flew across the Channel./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"This raid was far too ambitious and she had told Gabeszewicz about it, he told her she was lucky to even fly without being in her Polish Squadron and with the English. She had bloody warned the others that it would be a folly to attack during the day, with fighter planes and half of the Royal Navy Air Arm to boot. Polish Fighter Command dealt with the British and their hands are tied and was in no position to make demands or give an opinion on most of the operations their pilots flew in./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The Germans just loved to shoot down pilots and Holtzmann took a sharp right as she re-grouped with Beckman. Holtzmann spotted the tanks advancing towards those poor soldiers on the beach and radioed Beckman. She unsnapped her mask and pushed the mic receiver close to her face./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Eagle One, Eagle One, we have a bogey down on the beach can I engage?" Holtzmann asked as she spoke into her mask radio./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Roger Eagle Eight, permission to engage and give them hell. Remember to make it count." Beckman rasped./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann climbed in the air as Beckman watched her six with ease and waited for her to begin her diving run. All fighter pilots trained to make bomb runs and fight in dog fights, she was proficient in all aspects of air combat and that included diving. The British had made many of them earn their wings again after the fall of Poland and it paid off. The shrill of the engines startled her as she finished her ascent and her plane shook, it was time to dive./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Jillian throttled the brake as she turned down and then punched the accelerator as she began the approach. Her adrenaline kicked as she continued to dive towards the Panzer and she noted the feet, 5,000: 3,000, 1,000 500.. BAM! Holtzmann looked down in her cockpit and she had scored another tank kill./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann seethed in her hut, Operation Jubilee had been a complete disaster. The raid had been a failure and they had lost half of the Free French pilots. The main force had been cut off by the Germans and Holtzmann seethed in her hut, she had seen this coming after studying the terrain around Dieppe. The British still needed as many combat pilots and they kept trying these useless raids, Saint Nazaire was one that rare gem that been successful and she wondered if they could ever push the Germans back if they kept up these useless raids./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. The Germans had everything that the Allies wished with combat hardened troops, good combat pilots, no shortage of planes, and more importantly they held the ground in France and most of the continent. An invasion would only work if they could overwhelm the ground forces and that was IF America would even come into the war in the European theater. They sure did have good soldiers, a smart field commander, proper equipment, and plenty of ammo./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The Americans had to be coming soon to alleviate this and soon or there would be nothing left to save. She sighed as fell on her bed and looked at the photo of her "mother", Rebecca who had raised her and got her out of that orphanage in Wrocław. It made her mad, because; she missed her family so much and her mother might not be in Warsaw anymore. The feeling of not knowing where her adoptive family was maddening and the fact that they could be dead, just for being in the wrong place by a Nazi jackboot./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was hard not to feel down after she had lost her family, her home, her country, and not win a single battle. There was also the ten months in a hospital up after the wood cooker had exploded in her face during the Battle of France. She had been forced out of the fight and had to be evacuated due to a Frenchman's idiocy./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She had spent eighteen months in the hospital recovering from her burns and finally re-gained her eyesight after a long stay in a military hospital. Holtz is upset that she had missed so much and began training again with Beckman and the other men in the Squadron. The British were surprised when the Polish wanted a female fighter pilot but who was to question Polish logic? They were some of the toughest fighters the RAF had and they were not turning down applicants anytime soon. Holtz kicked her bed again and sighed, she missed her home and more importantly she missed not having to fly with her life on the line./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Holtzmann kicks her bed again and sighs, she misses home and more importantly she misses flying for fun, not with her life on the was simply infuriating and made her question if this war was truly worth it after losing so much?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was this question that kept Holtzmann up at night more than the thought of dying. She looked down at her hands and saw the scars from the day Rowan de North had blown both of them sky-high, that bastard died a week later from his injuries and Jillian had to suffer through one of the worst days of the war, Dunkirk. She wasn't able to fight and she had to be loaded into a small sailboat and ferried to Dover, it was miserable. The nurses had done their best and she tried to recall who loaded her on the boat but nothing of the woman who saved her life came to mind. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She's still miserable as she stretches her aching hands and stays put on her bed, so much had happened and it still wasn't enough. The scars Rowan gave her had changed her and it was not like she would ever go back to not fighting, there was still much war left and she had to be brave and keep fighting. There was no other choice and sometimes she remembered what her mowa would say./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give." Gorin's voice echoed in her head, damn it mom she thought as she glared at her hands again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'GNU Unifont'; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She always told her that so many times and yet Jill struggled to meet the current situation with her best, it was hard after being beaten down so many times. Jillian had hated being sidelined after barely getting to fly in France and people still were not cool she was a woman, the Soviets had female fighter pilots and now the Polish did too. She sighs as she looks up at the ceiling and wonders what the future will hold, it will be difficult to keep being a hero and having no one to truly confide in, she missed her little niece, the girl was only eight now. Jillian slumped into her pillow and fell away into oblivion, her rotten day long behind her and fell into a restless sleep./p