Aces

The enemy of my enemy is my friend

I banked my aircraft left and headed for cloud cover the enemy plane followed I took evasive maneuvers and tried to lose him but he followed me through every loop barrel roll and high G turn I made. This guy was good, but there was no way in hell I was getting shot down the special weapons training that would be awarded to the winning team were gonna be conducted by veteran aces of the ongoing war.

America and China were in an aerial war fighting over Europe for territory China and Korea had taken, Russia remained a neutral country and smaller countries were starting to debate which side they should take.

America urged Egypt to join the fight their fighter pilots were second to none and they had experience in aerial warfare.

Times had changed ground warfare was no longer in use since the nuclear attack on European countries , France, Spain, Germany, and Great Britain were just a few that had entire armies decimated by nuclear bombs that were put in use by the Chinese and Koreans, they weren't afraid to use them and no one was able to stop them instead of having more destruction come to them European countries all across the east surrendered rather than lose their homelands. America, Mexico, and Canada were the few last remaining countries that had a chance of stopping this new threat.

We were training for a massive aerial invasion that was being planned, over 5,000 planes ranging from bombers, fighters, and multi role planes, to stealth fighters were going to be part of it but every single aircraft had to have it's pilots in top notch condition.

I was gonna win this at all costs I wanted to fight I knew that one pilot wouldn't make much difference in a battle of this scale but I could sure as hell try. The enemy raptor plane was still on my six I hit the deck maxing out thrust and then headed for a sharp climb. I felt the force of G pulling on my body it was as if there was an 500 pound gorilla on my stomach.

Holy shit! The plane pulled off the same maneuver he was on me even tighter than before I tried to turn right but it was to late I heard the alert on the planes computer "CAUTION, CAUTION, MISSILE LOCK, CAUTION" just then I hear flight control over the radio, "all available aircraft in the nearby airspace you are to return to base immediately, this is not a drill RTB to base now! Russian forces have attacked the United States this is no shit people we need all air assets to assist with this threat."

The radio was going haywire with chatter. "The fucken Russians?!"

"Did he say the Russians are attacking I thought they were neutral?" "They're lying no way the Russians would attack the states that's all gibberish if you ask me"

"Bullshit Russians ain't got the balls to take us on!"

Then I heard the captain speak "gentlemen 2 things, first of all shut the fuck up I can't understand two shits coming from all your mouths at once. Second this is no fucken joke those damn Russians are crazy they're fighter pilots are battle hardened don't expect any kitty shit from them they won't be firing blanks at you they will kill you when they get the chance, but you're not going to let them have that chance. We need every pilot here to be fearless and aggressive in their tactics and a damn good shot with the joystick, no premature firing pilots make sure you have your enemy painted good remember solid locks, and you will get the fucken job done."

"Yes sir!" I heard the radio in sync we were all pumped now. "Alright this is what we're gonna do once we land we will rearm refuel and then head to San Diego California, the Russians are there in strength their air support is tearing the ships there to shreds so we have to hurry our asses off."

Everyone agreed and we headed for our base. The captain then started speaking again. "Pilots break radio silence there's something I should probably share with all of you I lost my wingman to some experimental Russian air defense system years ago his call sign was skipper he was one the best pilots I had ever flown with and I know he was taken down by no ordinary missile those Russians are up to something.