Wednesday, September 6th, 12:00 hours. 

Somewhere over the Atlantic... 

Jay was flying at 30,000 feet in his B-17 flying fortress from an Allied base in South London towards Fort Bradley, an Allied fort in New York that had recently been brainwashed by the newly discovered army, commanded by Yuri. General Carville had decided that Fort Bradley was beyond being returned to the Allied cause. The group of 10 B-17s were heading over to it to bomb it to oblivion. Jay was the pilot of the leading B-17.

“This is Eagle Pro, do you copy me Striker Force?” Came a voice from the COM on the plane. 
“We hear you loud and clear Eagle Pro, what’s the problem?” Jay asked, worried, of course. Jim was often worried on these long Atlantic missions. 

“We are close to Liberty Island and I’d like to ask if your radar is picking up any large masses in the sea between Liberty Island and the shore of America?” Came the voice of Eagle Pro’s co-pilot, Matt.

“Oh, God, yeah I see it, what do you think it is?” Jay asked, even more worried now. 
“Uh, I think it may be some commie aircraft carriers but I can’t be sure” Matt replied. 
“Yeah, that makes sense, I’m gonna ask Phil to check for me as we get closer” Jay smiled. 

“Okay, thanks Striker Force” Matt said, relieved. 
“Hey, Tommy, go ask Phil to check that mass between Liberty Island and the shoreline” Jay said, turning to his co-pilot who was beside him. 
“Yeah okay boss” Tommy smiled, getting up and heading towards the main section of the aircraft. He walked along, his shoes making a soft metallic sound against the bottom of the craft. 
“Phil”, he said looking to the navigator, “Jay wants you to check out a small land mass…” he pointed to the radar in front of Phil “here” he smiled, “You’re the expert, report to Jay as soon as you figure it…” 

“Tommy! GET OVER HERE!” Shouted Jay, cutting Tommy off. Tommy ran to the cockpit of the plane.
“Oh Crap! Where did those little ass’ come from?” Tommy breathed, not believing his eyes. The sky was littered with soviet migs, mainly mig29s and a few mig 30s. 
“Tommy, we don’t have time, just get here and shoot” Jay said panicking. Tommy jumped into his seat and mounted his gun; soon calls were coming down the COM unit thick and fast...

“Bogey at 3’o’clock low! He’s yours Alex” 
“Oh shoot, he’s coming from behind, get him Sam” 
“Coming in at 9’o’clock low, take him out Tim” 
“We got another at 7’o’clock high, Sam, get that guy” 
“I’ve been hit! Cutting fuel on engine 3”

“Oh NO, Sam, why the hell aren’t you taking this bastard out?” 
The migs were doing a brilliant job and the whole crew of ten men on the Striker Force was busy with migs. Sam, who was on the tail of the B-17, was having a hard time. A lot of migs were coming from behind. Tim and Alex, who were on the sides of the aircraft were also hating every second.

“Jay, we gotta be close now, how far is it?” Tim asked 
“We are almost on top of the target, let’s drop the bombs and run!” 
“We’re going down!! Help us God!” Came a scream on the radio from Eagle Pro, Jay could hear someone muttering the Lord’s prayer and a couple of people crying out loud. 

“Oh my God” Jay said, a grim look on his face “I’m sorry guys… I should have turned round when the migs got this thick, I’m sorry” he said. He pushed the controls for a nose dive. He’d fake a crash to get away safely. That was the last thought he had. He thought he was being clever to fake a crash, but he would have crashed anyway. The bullets from a mig ripped through the side of the plane, killing Alex, Tim, Sam and Phil, then the fire moved to the wings. It hit both engines on the left wing, making them catch fire, and then the whole plane started to break apart… 

Wednesday, September 6th, 12:46 hours. 

South London Airbase, South London, England. 

“Dammit, why the hell can’t we get through to those planes, WE NEED TO CALL IT OFF! They have no chance, too many migs about, and pretty soon, the flak will kill them!” John screamed at the communications officer. John was normally an even tempered kinda guy, but he didn’t want the lives of his men going because of some problem with the communications. 
“You know what this means don't ya?” He continued to the communications officer. 
“What sir?” he asked 
“We gotta send in some ground troops, and that won’t be too easy… 

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