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Book One World War Three 1946

Book One World War Three 1946
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The Air War May 14th, 1946


MAY 14, 1946

INDIVIDUAL COMBAT REPORT OF First Lieut. Richard Gardner

A. Mission No. 433, May 13th, 1946, 8th Fighter Squadron 9 P-38s

B. Escort A20s to Munster, West Germ

C. Time of attack: 0830/K Altitude, 8-10,000 feet

D. I was element leader in Blue flight an we took off at 0625/K to escort A20s to Munster. We circled at 6,000 ft. over the A20s while they strafed targets. At 0830/K we were intercepted by about 15 Yaks of the 9 type. They were above us at 11 o'clock. Two of them dove on me and I dove to lose them. I pulled up and climbed to 8,000 feet and make a 45 degree head-on pass at two Yaks with no observed results. Shot once at another on 90 degrees defection and missed. Peeled off to join 5 other P38s and a La7 jumped me from behind and put 5 shots into my airplane. I dove to lose him and picked up two Yaks about to make a pass at the A20s. I made a 45 degree deflection shot from the rear and above until he turned almost into me. It was a long burst and he slid off on one wing and crashed northwest of Munster

Two more Yaks chase me as I started for home and they finally gave up because they couldn't catch me. I left the area a 0925/K and joined the A20s and we came home and landed at 0955/K

E. I claim one Yak9, destroyed.

Richard Gardner
1st Lt., Air Corps

May 13th, 1946
17:03 hours

Somewhere in West Germany.

The Soviet forces are racing blindly towards the Low Countries and France. Germany is a blasted hulk not worthy of looting.

The so called NATO Allies have melted like a snowman in July. Recon says they are making a last stand across the little river in front of our forces.
We will slice through them like a hot knife through caviar.

We have destroyed most of their frontline fighters where they were parked so we don't expect much resistance.

Fly CAP over the IL10 as they deal with the puny allied armored forces. We must maintain complete air superiority for the attack to remain on schedule.
Your Yak is like a spear. Jam it into the heart of the enemy so they can no longer threaten Mother Russia again.

Lavrenti do this Lavernti to that, what do they think I'm a machine or something? Go get in you Yak for the third time today and clear the skies of capitalist flyboys. What is a flyboy anyway?...we are all men up here even the enemy. Check the fuel mixture you fool. Keep you head moving and keep looking. 2850 meters is good, not many clouds, keep looking there are supposed to be some Yankee bombers up here keep your eyes open wide, move you head, look over you shoulder. How many missions is this since this war started? Twelve I think. Almost one a day and now this third one today. Why me? Who did Tonton pay off? Why isn't he flying his third mission of the day? Who cares whether a few more bombs drop on the frontline? What harm would a few more do. Shit watch the temp gauge. Crap if I have to trim the flaps one more time...Damn Dmitri can't he keep this plane in even some kind of fighting condition. Jeese look at the cigarette burns on the tac. What kind of pig would smoke in a plane full of gas that has machine gun bullet holes in it? What an idiot. How has he stayed alive so long?

Wait what's that glint of metal near those clouds...there you are you Yankee pigs. Old Larenti will teach you to drop bombs on my little ground pounding friends. Look over here comrade Stetsky...can't you see me wiggling my wings? That's right look where I'm pointing you idiot not at me. There see them? Good now let's get the sun at our backs. Keep you eyes moving don't just stare at the bombers. Move you head, use those eyes. Where are the escorts. This is too easy. Where are the escorts? They have to be here somewhere. keep looking scan.. keep your head moving. Watch the distance. Check the guns, I love this Yak UT and this 37mm cannon. Just stay back and shoot them while they can't shoot you. Move in for the kill with the 20mm. Ah American A20 for a bomber this is going to be harder than it should be. Remember to squeeze the trigger. Don't jerk it. Ready. Ready. Shit the engine is over heating. Damn closing too fast.

What was that flash?..ESCORTS! P38s making a pass. Hit oh god I'm hit. Is there a God? Controls won't respond...pull you son of a bitch pull. Why won't my arm work? ...bleeding like a stuck pig. Tired...Pull Pull...It's always the one you don't see. Why didn't I check one more time? Oh now comes the pain. Can't move my arm. Getting weaker. Can't keep my eyes open.............................

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