Think of before, I as a when the youngest skipper, closely with the young teenage planes and the admiration of love. I have a handsome face, studded with stars of the wings in the moonlight,let some girls are enough to handsome faint yellow black propeller on the spot. My status at that time more than other similar aircraft appeared.Absorbed in what a wonderful time, feeling more than any other aircraft are very happy ~ in one night, however, everything changed.
That day night under the rain, flashing the light of the lightning. From outside the alarm sound, thunderstorms, I couldn't sleep. I gently has opened the door machine camp, follow the flash light, as the noise of thunder, I slowly turn himself with muddy tires, quietly near.. Suddenly a scream, I immediately went up in his own rocket, carefully the block near the pile of scrap metal. Flash of light reflected on my wing, is like a fire sword, according to the road ahead. There, oh, it is a child, a model as well as I are pirates F4U fighter. He was small, I can smell the smell of new paint on his body. Aircraft should be shipped to factory training together, obviously he was hunting ground silently steal. His tender new paint was rusty steel cross cut to see how many, can only see residues on his body create red rust. When I was in my face slowly touch him, not far away from the whispers of hunting ground. I've heard them all kinds of new type of weapon, I can't let him stay in this, I quietly with him, come into my camp.
I began to teach him flying skills, knowledge of various military aircraft ought to know, of course, the manners of military aircraft can't be less. He was let I found him above the normal plane of perseverance and persistence, it makes me miss my youth, but I don't regret. I teach him so much, but I don't want to let him to join the army, that's not a good thing, on the battlefield, death is a no longer common. But he did not think so, every day I asked him to take part in the army, real into the battlefield. But in this era of peace, what's the war? I persuade him. But it is the unforeseen, the second world war to the... I led my team had died in a war, code-named 3 fighter, then he ran to beg me, let me when the 3? I looked at his watery eyes, yes, children hard wings, that went out to fly, see the world. I nodded agreed, he also happy immediately for himself proudly coated with a sign of the U.S. air force, and serious written the number "3". He did a good job, don't know how to get the honor for my team. However, everything is not imagination of so...
In a reconnaissance mission, we saw a separate enemy ships. I choose to turn a blind eye, but he was excited to get up, although I again and again to emphasize my task is only investigation, but still he persuaded, made a fatal mistake. When we agreed to sink the enemy ships, fly down, suddenly found that is a fleet of ships, but until then, we can't back out. The enemy fire too fierce,All planes were crashed... "To be continued"