BOOM, thundered the loud vicious explosions going off around me, leaving big, black, thick clouds of mystic smoke and soot. I try to stare out of my small, dusty window to see what's ahead, hoping not to collide with another plane. I'm currently flying over the Atlantic Ocean, heading towards my mission, and possibly my fate. I dodge and weave my way through the big clouds of smoke like a stitch in a woollen jumper, hoping, just hoping, that I don’t get hit by one. A single shell could end my love for flying. I didn’t like too think about it; just thinking about that happening makes me get the creeps. I stare hopelessly out my front window, hoping for them to stop shooting. I continue flying, just praying that I don’t get taken down, like the skeet shooting event at the Olympics. I hear my commander in chief’s voice coming through the intercom, which is built into my old decrepit aircraft and I fear may fall apart whilst in mid-air. I listen to my commander talk about how he “wishes” he was with us right now. I know he just says that to make us all feel better. My commander tells me and the rest of my squad what our mission is, and how we have to execute it. I listen to him ramble on. I know what I have to do already, since I was briefed at the base before I left for my exciting but potentially deadly adventure. How could I forget the agonising boredom I suffered during that time? I remember it all well, like the lines out of my all time favourite movie. My commander still goes on talking, how this is so crucial for our homeland and how much of a hero I will be when I return home... yeah, if I ever return home. Finally! I think to myself. Knowing that, that will be the last time I will hear my commander speak until after we finish our gruesome English Literature: The story of a Pilot and horrid attack on our enemy. At Last, clear skies! I've finally gotten through the big, thick clouds of mystical smoke and soot. I can finally see the ship I have to attack. I press the big red button, which opens the bomb doors. The doors slowly screech open, inch by inch. I can’t wait any longer for the doors to open. I start to repeatedly press the button, hoping it will open the doors faster. I can see the ship quickly coming closer to me, which means I don’t have much time to open these doors. If these doors don’t open, I’ve failed my mission and put my country in jeopardy.
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The doors give out a loud, ear piercing screech, then a loud bang. I look behind me, to see that the doors are now jammed. My target ship would be two minutes away. Time is running out for me to think about what to do. I press the button again, hoping that it opens the doors in time. The doors are jammed, completely jammed. I give out a loud yell and start cursing at the door. It’s now or never. I have to make the decision about what I have to do. End my life, or put my country in jeopardy. I take my headset off and throw it with fury at the door. I start to fly towards the ship, hoping that this will severely damage the boat, causing it to sink. Ending this war, and putting my country out of jeopardy. I close my eyes. Suddenly, I get the call by my squad to pull up, not risking my life on the outrageous war, and not suiciding crashing into the ship. I pull up hard and try to avoid the ships towers. I look behind me quickly, to see what all the fuss is all about. I see my squad firing upon the ship. KA-BOOM goes the ship, up in flames. All the crew on the ship try to jump overboard, not being crushed to death, splattered or burnt alive like little insects. I fly towards my base in pride and glory. The mission is over… but not quite. I still have to get there safely, in one piece. I hear someone yell over the intercom, ‘They’re Coming!!’ I hear a loud explosion coming from behind me. I don’t want to look behind to see what it was about, but then again... it may affect me in a severe way. I nervously look behind to see what all the commotion was about. I’m shocked to see that my enemy has come up behind my squad, and started to fire upon them, shooting one of them down; like shooting a bird out of the sky. I do a role check to see who is missing, unaware that our connection link was disabled by the enemy. I try to get communication with the base, to see what’s going on. I get no response. They must be either that lazy, not to respond to me, or something serious is going on back at base. I decide to take matters into my own hands, hoping it will work. I do a 180° turn in the air, and then I start to fire at them, trying to shoot them out the sky, or even better… killing them in the process. It’s a long and agonising, just trying to kill them. Dodging their bullets, them dodging mine; it’s like dodge ball but instead of balls, they’re bullets… and more deadly. One wrong move could result in my death. English Literature: The story of a Pilot
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I try frantically, trying to remember all my mid-air combat moves learnt from my leader a week ago. All I can remember is that ship going up in flames, and seeing all the little insect sized people jumping overboard, trying to survive. I notice something flashing under me so I look down, noticing it was on my dashboard. I look down for longer to see what the red blinking light was that was making that irritable sound. I notice I’m low on fuel. The one thing I need, fuel! I think I’ve got enough fuel to make it to base... just. I quickly look up to see where I’m going, suddenly to see that I'm flying in the exact same path as an on-coming fighter plane. I quickly pull up as hard as a can. I’m in fear, hoping that their plane doesn’t crash into mine. BANGGG. I freefall towards the ground in my plane hopelessly just sitting there; having no control of the plane. I pull the big red leaver on my seat to make my plane hatch fly open. Letting the cool, freezing air blow against my face. Making it hard to hear and see, all I hear is a massive whooshing sound. The next thing I know it, is that I'm flying up out my plane, hurtling into the sky; like a balloon being released at its own free will. I get to my maximum height, and then start to freefall. Without any notice, my parachute kicks in, making my fly up at a million miles per hour. The gforce it’s putting on me. I can’t hold it any longer! The parachute finally deploys and lets me softly float down towards the ground, like a leaf falling from a tree. I land on the ground in one piece luckily. I get out of my chair and limp off to find some help. SPLAT, goes the fuselage of the plane hitting the muddy ground with tremendous force in front of me with enough power to make me fly backwards and land on the hard ground. I look up to see if any other falling aircrafts have the potential to squash me. I get up and limp off to find some help, safe and sound now. I know I’ve done my country proud, and I’ve completed my mission. That’s all I care about.
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