The Red Baron

The Takeoff

"Shit shit shit! Mayday mayday I'm hit!" Someone yelled over the radio. "What the fuck is that?! That red plane is gunning us all down!" Another screamed out before being turned into Swiss cheese.

I was walking back towards my plane, when my buddy Michael stopped me. "Let's see who can gun down the most Germans. I betcha twenty bucks I'll win!" He teased, patting me roughly on the chest a few times then hurrying along to his plane.

Michael and I had some nice paint on our planes, the American flag on the bottom so they know who blew them to hell. On the front of my plane was a shark print, which was surprisingly expensive, especially on a nice blue plane like mine. Michael had a white plane, with flames on the front. Classy, we know.

We were scheduled to help support some trains move across, keeping them from danger. The trains are moving some ammunition, food, the likes of it. After that, we get to go and raid a German base. This should be easy, my buddy and I are some of the best pilots in this war. This is going to be such a simple job.

I ran over to my plane, hopped up onto the wing, and entered the cockpit. The man who made sure everything was alright with the plane threw up an outstretched thumb, and I returned one back. I pressed onto the pedal, the blades on the front spinning. After the plane gained some speed, I tilted the stick towards me, sending the plane airborne.

I was in the clouds, then I heard Michael's voice crackle in, "I'm behind you, remember it's a straight-shot towards the train, then just kind of stay above it, keep those Germans away from the train"

I nodded to myself, "Yea, I know. Bet I can kill more than you!" I jokingly yelled back in response.

We were going straight forwards for a bit, just Michael and I. We saw the train, "Ope, there she is!" Michael yelped over the radio, passing me up and turning right.

I followed, tilting the stick down, dipping the aircraft downwards. I continued dipping until I was right above the train. I turned right so I could keep going in the same direction as it, although going faster than the train.

"Hey, watch this." Michael radioed, and I already knew he was going to do some crazy stunt. I turned my aircraft to the left a little and watched as he did a backwards flip, followed by a barrel roll. "Ugh, shouldn't have done that." He commented, "I might vomit."

"Try not to eat such a big meal before flying again!" I laughed out, steering back towards the ongoing train.