Riga Falling Leaf

Bomber escort time. Riga saw the big plane fall down. It reminded her of the falling leaf they imitated back in her training days. Now so long ago. That had been in a small training stunt plane. Not a thirty-ton bomber falling out of control. The pilot was either dead or injured. It went down wing over wing. Just like a falling leaf. She tried not to imagine the chaos inside. Crewmen screaming for God to save them or for their mothers. Fighting gravity and motion to leave the doomed craft. An impossible task. Yet two then three men jumped free of the bomber. Falling with it at the same speed. What the Hell was that like? Riga was lost for words. It was… Fascinating yet terrifying. For it could be Riga aboard that tumbling plane and not in her small agile fighter. She was fixated on the bomber. Wing over wing it went. Smaller and smaller till it was swallowed by the clouds. Snapping out of her reverie she yanked the stick over. Her nose shifted and the wings went vertical. By focusing on the crippled bomber, she could've been hit. Flying level made you a target. She lost her edge then. The air war cost was getting personal. She climbed up. An enemy fighter had hit it. Where were they hiding? They had hit the bomber. Where? He had to be here somewhere. Riga fine-tuned her IR sensor and scanned the upper skies. She got many hits on big bombers and kept searching. There! Smaller than a bomber. The fighter. I will get you yet! She adjusted the controls and went up after him. Her guns were armed and she was ready to kill. For the bomber and its crew…

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RIGA PLANE

Brian Von Blimp

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