After The Battle of Britain and Operation Sealion were Over, Winston Churchill went on the offensive to avenge the Britons who died at the cruel hands of the Nazis. The Pilots of the RAF had not yet forgotten the carnage The Luftwaffe had unleashed in their country, and the RAF were keen to do the same to The “Boche ”. One of these wishing to avenge his family and friends is a young tailgunner on an Avro Lancaster bomber. His name is Michael Thompson, an arrogant young private who thinks he is invincible. Michael is going on his first mission today and is eager to take down his first enemy. 

At 2:00 PM, The Bombers have finished their checks and are Taxiing to the runway. “Oi Newbie, they will tear you to shreds! That’s why we need a replacement. Our other one died yesterday!” Said Lt. John Roberts, He was the Bubble gunner on top of the Lancaster. He thinks he’s the hotshot of the crew. Just before Michael could respond, the voice of the captain can be heard saying, “Come on, John, take it easy on the guy; it’s his first mission.” Which was countered with an angry sigh from John. 

Once they were in the air, it felt free. Michael felt free for once, free from rules and from life! It was just him in his little bubble. He could see the Spitfires escorting them, weaving in between the bombers like elegant birds dodging between tree branches. Eventually the Spitfires had to turn back, leaving an eerie silence and loneliness. Broken by the sound of the radio, but what came out of it was scarier to Michael than anything John could have said to him. The message came from the bomber just above them. The message said, “BOGEY SPOTTED! 6:00 HOT!” 

Michael readied his Gun, preparing to end the life of anyone who would dare come within the sights of his deadly weapon. Explosions and gunfire rattled Michael’s world until he snapped onto a Bf-109 flying right at him. Michael knew what he had to do. It flew Closer and Closer until A quick Burst from Michael’s gun silenced the pilot and the plane. Michael felt fear and Joy at the same time. It was a confusing feeling he hadn’t felt before. “Bogey Down, Ready for the Next Bloody One!” “Yes, Michael! So you’re not so bad at thi—Aaahhhhh!” The radio went dead. “CRAP! John’s gone; THE Germans GOT HIM!” Said the Pilot. Michael was scared because John’s position was a little bit behind his. But he steadied himself and prepared himself for the next German plane. 

But this time, two came right at him. Michael dove as Bullets whizzed right above him through the entrance to the tail gun. Michael, whilst lying down, grabbed the gun and fired randomly, and the gunfire muffled the profanities Michael screamed at the Germans. The gunfire was enough to shake them off Michael. But he quickly found out he was out of ammunition. So he had to crawl into the body of the plane to grab the other ammo boxes. When he got out of his position, he was horrified to see he was alone; John was dead, along with the bomber, and everyone else had bailed out. But he knew he could take out one more German before bailing himself out. So he tumbled back into his position and reloaded, and as he did this, he downed a FW-190. He clipped his canopy and exposed him to the cold air at 7,000 feet. Michael now had to busy himself with getting his mask on so he could continue reloading. Finally, The Guns were reloaded, and he was ready to go down another plane. It was only a matter of time before this would happen. Then he saw a German pilot around the same age as Michael coming straight at him trying to claim a bomber kill, and Michael just zoned out and became a beast, shooting down the Pilot with a 2-second burst and proceeding to down four more who were attempting to attack the other bombers. Eventually, when he ran out of ammo again, Michael knew it was time to bail. Ten minutes later, Michael was floating gently down to earth, admiring the View of France. When he reached into his chest pocket to grab a cigarette, he found he had been hit in the chest, and he hadn’t noticed because of the adrenalin. But he Nonetheless Grabbed a Cigarette and lit it. “Is that the Bloody Eiffel Tower?” Well, I’ve always wanted to go to…France.”