Mountain escape

Part 1 the war

Bang, boom. "Boys get the planes up and drop bombs onto the imperial museum!"
"Roger." Replied the troop without any questioning. "You two stay here with me, not time to waste. Fight these Germans!" Commanded the Sargent. These two men weren't exactly fighters there actual roles were a wing commander and a squadron leader. "Sargent we're meant to be taking to the skies, not them." There was utter silence through Sargent a mouth, until the bombs started dropping. "Stay back boys no need to worry, like I said there dropping it on the imperial museum, it's just our troops." The squadron leader rolled his eyes as if he wasn't just in the middle of the war. "Sir we know that already, now can we get to the sky I think u sent the wrong people up." Verbalised the squadron leader. "Don't doubt me, but I think your right." The two rushed to the military aircraft boneyard. "Oi, you! Get down your fighters!" Yelled wing commander. They couldn't hear, the engine is far to loud for anyone to even notice someone die. Three seconds...
Two seconds...
One second... the spitfire was in the sky. "They are in big danger they don't know what their doing!"exclaimed wing commander. It had turned midnight and the day fighters had returned to army base. It was only until the next day that the two raced to their spitfire and took it to the sky. "Drop the missiles squadron leader!" "Roger" replied the squadron leader. The spitfire had ones seat but squadron had to sit on the rails on the side of the plane but he was attached safely. "Drop the bombs now" "roger" repeated the squadron leader again.
A voice came through the radio. "This is commander in chief reporting that the nazzis are attacking the west mountains, over." The wing commander replied. "Heading over now, over." The mountain had plenty of fresh water for them Germans to bring back. "That's our land!" Declared squadron. They put engine on full speed and raced towards the west. The thing is with that spitfire the faster it goes the more engine it loses. "We're here!" But they made it.

Part 2 the crash.
Just in tune for landing an error occurred.
ZOOOM. CRASHHH.
They had hit the floor. Lying unconscious for a few minutes the two started peaking through their eyelids to see light. But to hear no bombs or shouting or any sight of anyone. The nazzis had escaped. "Let's head back shall we?" Questioned wing commander. "Mission failed." Muttered squadron. But as they try to take off smoke comes out of the engine. They both stared at eachother in disbelief. They tried a few more times only to come across an empty fuel. A spitfire had no room in the back so no room to carry a gallon of fuel, not even a shoe. "Let's try the radio see if that will send us through to the troops." Nothing. No sound. Nothing.

Part 3 the escape.