1275psi
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16/3/42 Flying weather Juni B gathers his kit, carefully checking all the items one esentially needs in this war - parachute, map case, chinese money, his pistol (a new addition sinceIwaya's adventures behind enemy lines). The sun is shining already on the field -and the last few days of rain will soon be a memory as the puddles begin to dry up. It is however -very humid thius day -and the sky -although now clear, already shows signs of cloud build up -thunderstorms today for sure. Juni B is excited. Not that jumping about -loud exuberance that Hyakute would show -but a quiet buzz in the pit of his stomach -that tension across the back. The field is very busy, crowds of men araound each plane -the little fuel trucks dashing about, the armourers busy with the great heavy belts of ammunition. The brief was perfect - the navy running the show today. All available fighters would take off -and follow the zeros to luchow -and engage whatever they found. The cockpit felt good today, dry at last, and today there are no hiccups - all planes assigned get away -12 oscars, 26 zeros, and 4 tojos They form up - and beat a path over the field to show their strength before climbing towards the north west. His excitement is justified -it takes only 20 minutes for the action to start. One of the oscars wiggles its wings -they are ahead, the zeros follow -the tojos at the rear -the planes staggered in 3 steps of a 1000 feet each. Juni is actually looking down at the oscar when the signal comes -too far away to tell where he is pointing -but now he is very, very alert. Ah! he sees them -4 tiny spots parrallel to them, moving across the front, right to left. safeties off! hand on throttle -look, look around -do NOT become fixated on what you can see -its what you cannot that will kill you! The shape of the dots change -sharpen -they are coming in! -brave men! The oscars turn towards ............. tracer splits the air as the two groups converge...... NOW! -hard left rudder, stick forward and down to the left -hard, the horizon spinning up over his head, stick hard opposite -level wings, and there is one fighter-P40B -diving under his nose! Stick Fully down! Throttle fully Forward! The P40 floats towards the sights! wait, wait - DAMN! as a zero swarms into the way -and the P40 rolls hard, and plunges away -escaping DAMN!
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