82 instead of 81

Act 1.the plane

The sky was clear, a peaceful blue,
Buck soared above, the enemy in view.
Gunfire echoed, sharp and near,
His plane was wounded, filled with fear.
He fought for control, hands tight on the wheel,
A prayer whispered, hoping to heal.
But signals failed, no backup came,
The cold wind whispered, calling his name.
A final turn, a desperate fight,
The snowflakes fell, soft as light.
And somewhere below, the end drew near,
A silent story, wrapped in fear.

It was the year 1944. the sky was clear,clear of clouds,rain and snow that is.Henry Buck,a Brigadier General pilot,was flying through the air while a Luftwaffe was chasing him from behind.He tried to turn to escape the enemy plane’s line of sight,but he wasn’t fast enough,he never would be fast enough. the plain was shot multiple times,the bullets hitting the plain and a bullet even manged to break through the glass,the shards and the bullet piercing his clothes and skin.He tried to regain control of the plane whilst also attempting to reach for the radio to call for back up,but the signal wasn’t getting through,and he was panicking,overcome with panic. what was he to do in this situation? what COULD he do?…. he closed his eyes saying a quick prayer,he took a deep breath,and exhaled,then took a deep breath again,and exhaled and again,and again,his head was getting dizzy,but he wasn’t going to give up yet. he tried to flank the enemy plain so he could hit it. Thankfully, he did! shot it down by hitting the pilot too,but Henry was shot as well,his plain was going down.He activated the emergency pilot eject,the last thing he saw was the number on the bullet count of the plain,82 then 81.he looked around,seeing the snow flakes flying beautifully in the air.