Chapter Ten

Chapter 10

AN: Into WWII. This one’s long! Well it seems like it to me...

"Incoming attack, scramble the planes!" The announcer blared; sirens wailed alerting the city to an oncoming Luftwaffe bombing raid. Matthew snapped his book shut and jumped off his bunk. It had been the third time this week and it was only Tuesday. Britain had been bombed constantly for the past weeks. The pilots have been flying constantly and it's been wearing them down.

Canada quickly grabbed his flight gear and threw it on as he ran down the halls. Many other pilots from multiple other countries were doing the same shouting to each other in their native language. The Canadian could understand most of them. Canada, being a country of mostly immigrants, could easily pick up other languages. He was fluent in English and French, but could hold a conversation in multiple other languages.

"Move it guys! Let's get up there!" The air boss yelled over the commotion of the pilots as Matthew ran to his plane. The ground crew was already there and there was no time to check over the plane. He jumped into the plane, started the engine and put his gloves and oxygen mask on. His crew directed him to the runway. He was paired up with two other ready pilots and took off into the sky.

Other V-formations were already in the air and a few behind. The pilots flew straight for the incoming bombers. He started shooting as soon as he could see the propellers on the BF-110 bomber whirling. Canada zipped past the plane and pulled a sharp turn coming up behind the Luftwaffe bomber. The German fighters were at least two kilometres behind giving the allied pilots’ time to attack the bombers.

Matthew aimed for the gunned and fired in short bursts as he moved around the plane avoiding the shots from the gunner. Flying straight would end up with a very damaged plane and maybe not making it back to the air base. After the gunner was dead the Canadian fired at the engines. Other allied planes swooped down and shot alongside him. The right engine burst into flames and the huge plane started to fall.

By that time the German BF-109 fighters had caught up to the allied squadrons. Matthew pulled a loop and levelled between two of the fighters. The one behind him shot at the Canadian who sharply pulled up. The German's bullets hit his ally in the tail.

Canada rolled away careful of the other planes fighting around him. The German formations were scattered with allied ones attempting to stick together and shoot down planes. Matthew watched as a German plane and a RAF plane flew straight at each other, shooting, neither pulling away. The two fighters crashed head on into each other exploding into a ball of flames.

Matthew gasped as gunfire ripped through his left wing, just missing the aileron. He reacted quickly, pulling a sharp turn pitching slightly upwards. The German pilot kept in his tale copying his every move. He looked into his rear view mirror and saw that another allied pilot was attacking the Luftwaffe fighter.

His ally easily shot down the German and pulled up alongside him. The pilot waved and flew away. The Canadian studied the markings on the plane and made a mental note to find and thank the pilot.

The dogfight seemed to last for ever. Plane after plane falling out of the sky. After the Germans had retreated back to their base the allies flew back to their air field. Some stayed in the air to make sure the Luftwaffe pilots wouldn't come back.

Canada landed, pulling up along side the rest of his squadron and parked. He undid his oxygen mask, opened the cockpit and climbed out. The pilot in the plane next to him walked over.

"Wow, that German sure did a number on that wing." He said looking over the Canadian's Spitfire. Matthew recognized him as a British pilot named Garret. "Got to watch your G-forces kid. Don't want to pass out up there."

"That would end badly." Matthew nodded looking over his tattered plane. There were holes everywhere. He was glad none had hit him or the control surfaces.

Before he was allowed to fly one of the monoplanes in a dogfight, Matthew had to train in one. As he was trained in manoeuvres he realized that G-forces didn't affect him like a human, they didn't affect him at all.

"Yes, yes it would." Garret said sarcastically. Canada smiled and stepped away from his plane and started to look for the plane that had helped him. Matthew remembered a snowflake painted under the cockpit latch and over the RAF roundel on the wings and fuselage.

The Royal Air Force didn't want pilots to paint on their planes, but if they did nothing was said and the Air Force didn't want to spend the money on new paint to paint over it.

Matthew had painted a bright red maple leaf in the middle of the RAF roundels and on the nose of the plane. The pilots didn't have much down time and when they did there wasn't much to do.

Canada spotted the plane with the markings he was looking for and walked over. The pilot of the plane was sitting on the wing with a smirk.

"Jack! What are you doing here?" Matthew asked surprised to see his friend.

"Hey! Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't fly as well as you young whippersnappers." Jack said pointing his goggles at him and waving them like a cane. He looked the same as before, same bright blue eyes and same haircut, but now had streaks of grey running through it. The young man who had fought in World War One was now 40 years old. "You don't look a day older than the last time I saw you!"

Matthew smiled. He had told Jack about himself. He had been the only pilot to survive the rest of the war from his squadron. "Thanks for saving me up there."

AN: Sorry guys, I got caught up reading Death Note! For those who don't like oc's, if I can even call Jack that. He just pops up time to time, he won't be in this too much more. Anyone play WarThunder?