7-Adam-15
"Warhorse, priority assignment, group troops in need of immediate CAS at map grid two-five-niner, one-one-niner, how copy over?" The radio crackled in my ear as the lock-on alarm blared. "Negative negative! We are being hit by anti-aircraft fire! Over!" I screamed into the radio, trying and failing to stay behind the other A-10, which wove in and out of tracers. A rocket suddenly slammed into the wing of my A-10, blowing half of it off and fluttering to the ground below. I felt the plane sag, before it began to fall out of the sky. "I'm hit! I'm hit! Ejecting!" I grabbed the yellow pull handle. PHOOMP. The canopy flew off, before the seat rocketed out of the falling aircraft, the parachute fluttering out as I began to quickly descend into the forest below.
[NO LEMONS, SOME DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, GORE, AND MORE, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ANY OF THESE THINGS]