Returning is Secondary

Chapter One

I am flying 25,000 feet above the city, I can't help but think about my fiancé back home. We're six months off being able to get married but here I am stuck, stuck in this God forsaken hell. Everything is going to plan, our fleet have been progressing at a fast rate across the French skies and there's a nervous yet excited energy amongst my fellow crew.  "Only two more hours before we hit Nazi territory lads" I exclaim to my crew, who are preparing themselves mentally for the excruciating long bombing run that we're facing hard and fast.  Harry comes up behind me and slaps his hand down on my shoulder "I can't believe the day has finally come, we're actually going to fight for our country" he says as if I hadn't been aware for the last few days building up to this moment.  "I know Harry, it's kind of surreal aye?" I say as I readjust my compass and map nervously.  All of a sudden we're in enemy territory, I know this because orders are beginning to be barked from all over the B-24.  I focus on my map, giving the directions for the pilot and bombers to know where to bomb.  "