The wwII fighter ace radios to the squadron:

(radio crackles) “Bogie…six o’clock low”

(radio crackles) “A bloodsucker. Go get him, two.”

He adjusted his controls, pushed his stick forward and accelerated into a dive to meet and intercept the Luftwaffe Messerschmidt. The clouds that day were exceptionally dense and thick. It was mere chance that he had noticed the nazi bastard at all. But, this pilot’s eyes here hawk eyes. A predator’s eyes. That’s what made him one of the Allied Defense’s most feared fighter pilots. He had his 7 confirmed kills. This was the number of kills that made any pilot into an ace.

The battle of nerves.

The Messerschmidt pilot soon saw the Allied fighter diving down on him. He also readjusted his controls and pulled up to meet his fate. They were around 3 miles apart. Only the Allied pilot had any real practical use for firing at this range. He let out a sickening spew of raining fire. Still, the bullets fell well short of their target. Soon, they were 2 miles apart. The nazi pilot could begin firing but didn’t. The Allied pilot fired some more. A few of his bullets found their target but only slightly. The Messerschmidt was not deterred. Then, he was close enough to shoot. Both pilots, speeding madly toward one another, began firing ceaselessly. A thunder of guns.

Volleys of spitting death.

Then, suddenly, out of a great thunderhead overhead both planes, there appeared 4 more Messerschmidts. They were all diving on the hapless lone Allied fighter pilot. They were less than a mile from him and their bullets easily found their targets. The glorious WWII ace fighter pilot’s plane burst terrifyingly into flames. He had no chance to eject

(radio crackles) “Two! Come in, two!”

(radio crackles) “Sir, 2 more bogies out of nine o’clock.”

(radio crackles) “Copy that. Arm your guns. Let’s go, boys.”