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[Stealth_Eagle]

So you wanted a story, I'll give you a story of survival that actually occured to me (I'll tell another one if you don't like this one).

One day, I decided to try take my BF 109 on a secret mission to take the British radar off the air and gain a major victory for the Luftwaffe all by my self. I ordered my ground crew to load the best ammo that I could get as well as a standard 250-kilo bomb in utter secrecy. After all preparations were properly made, I decided to implant a minor distraction so that I could leave without being disturbed on my solo flight. I lighted a small brush fire in the field nearby to my airfield. I then reported that to my commander who quickly order the fire fighting crews to go deal with that. I then hastily made my way to my BF 109 and started the engine as fast as humanly possible. Then came the crucial 2 minute warm up period were I would most likely get caught but somehow wasn't. I was then able to take off in the stealthliest manner that I could.

After making my way to the English Channel, I then plotted my route on a tiny pocket map that I had of the region. After arriving over the English Channel, I descended to wavetop height. I was so close to the deck that I saw some water spray on top of my wing and I was worried that some random wave would pull me down into the depths of the eternal blue. Somehow I was able to do so and saw the menacing Cliffs of Dover stare down at me. I proceeded to ascend about ten meters at this point to be able to be a bit more secure. When I was about one kilometer from the coastline, I rose up to approximately one-hundred and fifty meters to have a better diving attack. Flak slowly started to pile up around me as I grew closer to the station. It didn't matter to me if I died right then at the moment but I somehow survived. I then armed my bomb and then I released. After releasing the bomb, I broke away from the radar station and started to head back home.

As the impending bomb explosion was to occur, I looked back in hopes of watching it go down in flames. As I was watching the explosion start, an explosion occured directly to the right of me, throwing my head around in the cockpit and nearly knocking me out. Once I settled down after that, I noticed that my aircraft was trying to spiral out and then I saw it. I had loss about a meter off of my right wing but somehow I was still flying. I then made it on the perilous journey home, hoping that no British fighters would spot me. I would occasionally see a glint of metal in the distance but nothing came close to me, thankfully. I after a hair-raising 10 minutes, made landfall over the sanctuary of France.

I then had one of three choices to make. A: Bail out and hope for the best and not have a faulty parachute. B: Find a random airbase and try land on it. C: Find my home base and hope for the best. I then and there decided to try for option C at first but realized that I was leaking fuel and settled on option B. I found a suitable airbase and then lined up for a landing. As I was landing, a gust of wind caught me and forced me to crash land. I was knocked out from the force of the spinning in the cockpit only to wake up the next day in a field hospital with a major headache.


Hope you enjoyed the story. I know it left you hanging but I can do another one that continues on this one for next week so I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, right?