The Flying Furry

Chapter 1: The Begining of the End

When I was 6 years old my Dad left on a tour of duty with his P-19 Eagle aircraft and his RIO. They flew two missions over an active war zone in Asia with 15 confirmed kills. Then they were shot down by anti aircraft rounds from an unknown source. He was the best of the best with over 98 confirmed kills in one tour alone then just like that in that one moment it was over. I never saw him again, and I regret every second I didn't spend with him while he was home. I felt like I owed him from then on the respect of his only son following in his footsteps.
Ever since that day I have told my mom I'm going to do exactly what dad did, and every time she tells me she can't lose me too. Well its been like this for thirteen years and today on my nineteenth birthday I graduate the Acadamy of Aviation in Colorado. It wasn't a huge ceremony just a few speeches by the staff and Airforce personel followed by all of us getting our diplomas and our wings from them. Then we had a night to pack and party before heading out to our stations to continue our training in North Dakota.
I myself didn't go party my RIO Mud and some of the other guys went out to a party for the outgoing class at the airfield. I went home to spend one last night with my mother before heading out in the morning. She had an emotinal time saying how her baby was all grown up and she was scared to let me go. I promised her I would be safe and hit the hay for the big day that was coming.
When I awoke I gave her a big hug, and headed out to meet up with Mud and the rest of the squadron that I would spend the next part of my life with.
I guess before we get to far into my life I should explain why we are training to fight. A few years before my dad was shot down a terrorist group self named The Red Federation took control of the Russian government by getting one of their own elected to President. They quickly began taking over other countries until most of Europe, Africa, and Asia were under their control. At the time my dad was fighting for the Australian airforce. When they invaded Australia we fled to the U.S. and my dad rejoined the fight with the U.S. Airforce, before his demise three years later.
Now that your caught up to present day my Name is Will callsign Aussie (because that is my native country), and I am a pilot of the P-24 Dragons the newer version of the plane my dad flew. I am a Kangaroo, and the only Roo in the Airforce as most were captured by the Federation in the Battle of the Outback. My RIO is Marcus callsign Mud he is an otter, and he was a farmer before he enrolled at the academy. Supposedly his callsign has to do with an incident on the farm, but no one knows for sure. Anyway this is me and this is my story of being a pilot for the Airforce.