I wake to the lights flickering and the sound of troops rushing to get their equipment. I jump out of bed and head to my fighter jet, ready to escort the transports carrying troops down to the surface. Hundreds of enemy fighters swarm us in their orange tanks. Only 40% of the transports make it and only because they danced and dodged the bullets. As the bombers clumsily try to retreat, they are shot down, landing heavily in the shallow water along the edge of the trees. The surviving pilots lay in the water filling their aeroplanes like a giant bath.
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