/lit/ - Literature

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>”Ira, I’d hate to pull rank here but as your commanding officer, I’m entitled to a more detailed explanation as to why you dragged me all the way up here in the middle of the damned night.”
>”I dragged you up here because RAF Kinloss is well out of range of German aircraft. No pesky Luftwaffe reconnaissance flights to worry about spotting our newest toys. And it’s large enough to serve as a perfect staging area. As for why, YOU are here sir, well this is something you need to see with your own ey-there!” He pointed to a dim light in the sky
>the radio lit up again
>”Viper 47, you are approaching glide path, slightly out. Course correcting at three miles. Viper 47, two miles out.”
>”Gear down.”
>”Viper 47, got your gear down, looking good. You got the ball.”
>”Viper 47, on glide path, on course. Put him on. Call the ball.”
>“I got the ball. Bringing her down.”
>”40 knots, on the ball.”
>”2000, 1900, 1600…”
>Patton heard a door opening and turned to see Eaker standing in the doorway.
>”Come on sir, you’re gonna want to see this.”
>Patton followed him down the stairway
>”800, 750, 600…”
>he emerged onto the runway, the night was cold, much colder than he had anticipated
>the distant light was much closer, illuminating what appeared to be silver dragon rapidly approaching
>”300, 250, 100…”
>the four-engined metal monster’s landing gear impacted onto the runway, sparks flew from the tires as it made a screeching sound loud that Patton was forced to cover his ears for several seconds
>”Touchdown.”
>finally coming to a halt, the plane began moving slowly forward
>”Viper 47 taxiing off of Runway Two. Czar 52, you’re next in line.”
>”Czar 52 copies.”
>the lights from the plane was so bright it almost blinded him, several seconds passed before his vision managed to readjust
>”Viper 47, powering down engines.”
>at last, the buzz of the propellers began slow
>Eaker gestured toward the plane, “come sir.”
>as they began walking toward the plane as it ground to a stop, Patton reiterated, “So what is it all this?”
>Eaker spoke up with the prideful voice, “General Patton, may I present to you, the newest addition to our strategic bo-“ he was the cut off the by screech of another plane’s wheels slamming into the tarmac