I had one hell of a ride in Il-2 a while back in multiplayer. I was waiting on a small airstrip a few kilometers East of a large enemy city. I took off in my A6M5b Mitsubishi Rei-Sen Zero Fighter, it was quiet for a while then I saw a LaGG-3 Russian fighter and started chasing it in what was supposed to be a short combat patrol, then again it never works out that way in the first place. I chased him for about two minutes before I noticed a North American Aviation P-51D-20 Mustang fighter off at my 8 O'clock high. It was as soon as I broke off from the LaGG-3 to engage the Mustang that I had one hell of a bad feeling about what was about to happen. Soon enough I saw two more planes coming in at my 3 O'clock level (at the same altitude as me) I was basicly surrounded. I knew that I had only one chance to engage these guys and get the hell out of their before it was too late. I droped a 300 Liter drop tank that my plane had to be able to manuver better in my Zero. I lowered my flaps to the 10 degrees to turn better but still keep up my airspeed, then I opened my radiator all the way so my engine would keep from over heating as easily, then I set my super chargers to first position and got ready for the fight of a lifetime. For nearly ten minutes I was turning, climbing, and diving in an epic display of airmenship. I knew that that it wasn't going to end too well so it eventualy became a kamikaze mission. I was going to take as many enemy fighters out with me as my Zero would let me. Meanwhile in the real world I was actualy starting to sweat and pant in fear hoping just to take somthing out with me. Eventually my Zero that could fly 3,105 kilometers, was starting to run low on fuel and was long out of amunition. I knew I wasn't going to survive this at all. I actually started to resort to ramming tactics out of despration. I also knew the number of enemy fighters had increased from the begining of the dogfight. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was taking one of these guys with me, and making them waste as much fuel and ammo as posible. For two final minutes, that seemed like eternity I had just twisted and turned flying directly at as many enemy fighters as posible. Then I saw an entire squadron of more fighters diving down from high above the dogfight. I thought that it was just the end of another ace. To my remarkable astonishment, out of all the odds that were against me, they were allied... I saw enemy fighters flaming on the ground in a matter of moments. I heard some chatter on the radio saying "sorry for taking the show on you their" I simply responded with "that's fine, this time." I started flying twards my allied airfield to the East. It was just before I had landed that my engine had cut, I had just barely made a landing with my landing gear giving way under my plane. I had managed to survive again... "And when he gets to heaven, to St. Peter he will tell. One more soldier reporting sir, I've searved my time in hell."
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A deadly ballet
When I started to come to my senses I found myself hearing people...
They were huddled around me and were saying my name and were saying things like “stay with us” and “don’t die”…
I had managed to open my eyes as they continued to call for me...
They were wearing bomber crew uniforms with oxygen masks and life jackets...
When I started to turn my eyes around I saw I was in a strange aircraft...
I was wondering what the hell I was doing in that thing...
When I tried to move I realized I couldn’t and that my stomach was hurting...
I realized that I must have been hit...
I tried not to give into the wound but it was useless...
I slowly started to close my eyes into my endless sleep...
Then I opened my eyes...
I found myself in a room that looked somehow familiar...
It took me a moment but then I realized that it was my room...
It was the same messy room that I had lived half my life so far...
Michael: “That was one hell of a dream.”
I could have sworn that it was real.
Somewhere in my head I thought I was going to die.
I decided to peel myself from the bed, when I started moving I felt like some one punched me in the stomach as hard as he could.
But it wasn’t the pain that had me worried it was where it was hurting that had me worried.
It was the same place that I had been hit in that dream.
Despite my ach I still went to work, I worked for a commercial airway.
I made about $60,000 a month as a pilot and I wasn’t going to risk losing my job like that.
When I started off on my first sortie I suddenly felt that strange pain in my stomach and it did have me nervous.
I was to make a turn at this point and for some reason I started to black out so I leveled out, just then...
Jacob: “Hey Michael you okay man?”
Michael: “Yeah I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
Jacob: “Alright just be careful.”
Michael: “Yeah, I will.”
Jacob was my co-pilot he was a good guy but he was a little odd at times.
Well any way as far as blacking out and the stomach aches go this was how my average day would be.
When we finally landed at our destination I noticed Jacob approaching me.
Jacob: “Hey you should take it easy for a while, you’re pretty out of it today.”
Michael: “Yeah I guess you’re right for once, eh?
Jacob: “What do you mean “for once!?” Well whatever we can’t lose our best pilot like this so just get some rest okay?”
Michael: “Right I’ll do that, thanks.”
So as soon as we landed at our home base I decided to report to my boss what had happened and he said that I should take some leave, after all he didn’t want to lose one of his best pilots like this.
So off I was to home it was as quiet as always I go to bed thinking all I need is some rest.
Eventually I start to dose off.
… … …
Suddenly I hear a loud rumbling noise I open my eyes and I find myself in that strange dream.
But somehow this was different I realize that I wasn’t hit this time and I was flying a large aircraft I look around and I find myself in a large formation.
All the aircraft are B-17 Superfortress.
I look around the inside of the aircraft and find that it too is a B-17.
Radio voice: “Set heading 170, I repeat, set heading 170”
Michael: “Roger that, setting course for 170”
Then the silence in the sky is broken with the bursting of flak then my number two engine suddenly sets fire.
Michael: “NUMBER TWO ENGINE IS ON FIRE SOME ONE PUT IT OUT DAMN IT!!!”
Voice: “YOU GOT IT MICHAEL, I’M DOING IT NOW!!!”
Suddenly the fire extinguisher on my number two engine goes off and the fire is put out I realize I have to make a decision I could either turn the engine off, or I could leave it on.
I decide to leave the engine on after all the Luftwaffe was known for attacking planes that fall behind the pack.
Despite the smoke coming from the engine everything else goes very good with the engine, and it was the last thing I expected but my plane was still keeping up with all the others.
Flak continues and soon enough another round blasts through my fuselage.
I suddenly hear a bunch of yelling on the planes radio.
Voice: “HE’S BEEN HIT!!! JACK HAS BEEN HIT!!! SOMEONE HELP HIM HE’S ONLY 16 YEARS OLD FOR CHRISTS SAKE!!!
In a small voice I involuntarily started talking to my self.
Michael: “Oh my god, what the hell is going on?”
Then a voice coming from the right of me started talking.
Voice: “Hey Michael you okay? Is something wrong? You seem to be out of it today.”
Michael: “Uh, yeah I’m fine just a little… well never mind, forget I said anything.”
Voice: “Alright if you say so…”
It was strange, because for some reason I felt like I heard those voices before.
It was almost nostalgic, the voices…
Then I woke up…
I think for a moment what was with the voices I heard and came to a chilling idea maybe this has happened to me before, then it suddenly comes to me.
That maybe those are some of the same voices that I heard when I was dreaming the first time.
Then I remembered how I was hit in the last dream and how I felt the pain from the round even almost 12 hours later after I woke up then I wondered what would happen if I died in the dream.
Would I die in reality if I died in the dream?
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