𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿, no one is searching for love. especially those who would rather have one night stands, and those that are too busy trying to prove their worth.
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽, nicknamed the bloody 100t...
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THE THICK SMELL OF BLOOD LITTERED THE AIR asMarilyn shot into the abyss. The plane shaking with each bullet it took, some of which narrowly missed the crew. However, she was too focused on her mission rather than what was going on in the B-17. "Marilyn, do you have eyes on the target?" Buck Cleven asked her. She was placed in his plane, as the bombardier previously had perished due to a bullet in the neck.
"Yes sir, I do." She replied, her thumb hovering over the switch that would wreak havoc on the enemies. She waited for that sentence, the one that gave her the cue to light up the German Air Base that they were targeting today.
"Plane is yours, Marilyn." He finally spoke. Not a second later, the bombs were on their way to their destination. She watched through her bombsight, seeing the once powerful base be taken over by a thick cloud of smoke, the base now unable to launch their Luftwaffe. They had made it this far, now it was a dogfight home. Marilyn departed from the bombsight, and switched to her place at the machine gun. Preparing for her next target.
Her eyes fell upon one of the infamous Luftwaffe moments later. As she stared directly at its nose as she prepared for the fight. Rounds exploding into the air as she shot, hitting the metal on the plane. She watched as smoke trailed from it, showing that she landed a good hit. The Luftwaffe would soon be out of the sky, one less machine that could kill her crew.
