Northern Burma....
The planes were loaded with bombs, lined up and ready for takeoff. Tojo's and Zeroes spurted flames from their exhaust as anxious pilots throttled their engines up ready for takeoff. They would be the first to go.
The pilots were nervous. Not nervous for battle, but rather the weather or malfunctions. Perhaps a last minute foul up with the overworked ground crews...for every man wanted in on this raid. Every airfield within miles roared with engines and teemed with frantic activity.
The Empires planes would seek battle! The poor Army, pounded mercilessly day after day would get their revenge. The pilots, all had known someone that had lost a plane to the Allied bombers or a friend to the twin tailed devils would get their revenge. Even the submariners might get their revenge on the hated Nestor and Nepal.
The flags were raised by the lineman signalling the first Zeroes to takeoff...the roar was titanic.
Now the waiting had ended, the planes launched, one after another, endlessly, forming up and roaring off to meet the enemy at dawn. Some fighters would sweep the air clean of the enemy, others would circle and be ready to pounce or protect, while others loitered near the airbases ready to defend...a complicated orchestra of death was in progress this dawn.
Fast Tojos, heavily armed Zeroes, twin engined Nicks, lightly armored Betties, heavily armored Helens and Lillies, even Emilies were making the attack. When strong, appear weak. Strike where unexpected.
The only question now was what would the weather be like over the target...and a new waiting had begun. Waiting for the dawn. Waiting.
Banzai!
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