The Ace

January 8, 2008
Sitting in the cockpit
The engines roar to life
Then he’s airborne
Thundering low over the hot desert sand
Looking up he sees an enemy jet

In an instant he isn’t flying the jet
He is the jet
His arms, the missile laden wings
His eyes, directing the plane

He fires
An explosion

Climbing and diving
He does a half role
And heads home

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