I stood at the gates of Paris "I always wanted to come here but its not like I imagined it" I said looking around at the soldering mess of old cafes I could smell smoke from a firefight and... Gasoline "They're was a firefight here and a tank" I say bzzzz (radio static) "This is air squadron 9 Mustang fighter battalion" it says "Roger this is private Edwards come in squadron 9" I reply "I am the only one left my engine is burning out I am aiming for some plains near your position... Requesting back up" he says "Right I will meet you there"...10 minutes later... I stand at the top of a hill wandering were the fighter was then I heard the engine of the plane behind me I turn round the plane flies over me at top speeds I hold my helmet to my head... The plane hits the ground and combusts into flames I start to run over to it "No one could have survived that" I say "Except me mate" a voice sounds I spin around and he stood there an American tall, muscular and a cocky grin on his face "Only an expert pilot could have survived that" I say shocked "Then I guess I am an expert pilot" he said smiling "I'm Conner Gordon's and you are?" He said stretching out his hand "I am Harry Edwards sir" I say shaking his hand firmly "Nice to meet you" he said walking past me to look at the remains of his plane. It was a mustang the fastest plane in the allied army with a Rolls Royce engine for speed and power, 50 Calibre machine guns on each wing and a 120 pound bomb for light tank raids it was an amazing plane and if I was a home I would take the time to enjoy it but one problem I'm not at home....
*thanks for reading and a special thanks to LeCatLuver for support hope you enjoy... R3CONF1GUR3D
