1275psi
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Major Gushi is just a small cog in the wheel of war. An important cog to be sure, but one that will recieve little or no attaention for the bulk of the war, a situation that actually suits him, he is far past the shenanigans of combat, almost too old to be flying at all. Today is day though, he usually looks forward to, taking the latest class of a dozen trainees in their little nates over the skies of Naha, and spending ammunition against a towed streamer. This is the second last day of his 7th training class, next week they graduate, and take their place in the meat grinder cue. Major Gushi will then turn to the next lot of sorry recruits, and try to turn them into pilots. Its cold today, cold but clear, and the world beneath is a pretty picture indeed as they circle waiting for the towing bomber. Soon a bomber turns up, but not the one expected. When he sees them, coming in from the west, it takes more than a moment to process the shock......planes, five planes, big, 4 engines,.......twin tails!!.Liberators!. Liberators here!, over here! My gods........the rumours are true.............. Around him, his students fly, and every single one of them is looking his way............ It takes a moment. Do they want me too..........? yes you old fool...........what else! Almost in a dream, he raises his hand into the slip stream, swings it around, points it hard at the growing shapes sweping in.......ATTACK! Safety off!??, yes........gods, get a grip, full throttle, go for the lead buke, go for the lead Buka........ turning in, turning in......they are so fast!, so fast!..........its slipping past!, alright, the second one then, stick over!, full boot, sun, world swinging, wind howling.......I am actually going to fire, gods, unbelievable, I am actually going to fire......... The guns hameer, he's shooting back!, TRUK!, close, rolling away, world above, below, pull her up under the barsted, too fast!, godes, too fast, now there is one behind me.............overtaken by a bomber........... he laughs, a manical mixture of insane disbelief and abandon, its too absurb, a fighter overtaken by a bomber..but he swings into it nevertheless,............ The pilot of the buka, plain as day, face, cap, moustache, cocky hat, upper turrett swinging his way, flashing under him, sun, shadow, the roar of his mighty engines, peeling away and down, flicking back up, Nate so manouverable, so toothless, and the last bomber streams past 200 feet overhead, tracer hosing down his way............. Breath again The bombers, still five strong, but two he sees , trailing dead engines, simply leave them behind. But the chicken, he notes, still has his hens, they gather about him, some, he sees, have been hit. Welcome to the war my friends. Welcome to the war. But gods.........they are attacking japans sacred soil itself!
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