A bomb hit the ground and sent pieces of brick flying everywhere. I scrambled to my plane and started the engine.
As I began to lift off the radio crackled into life. The commander’s voice boomed out of my tiny earpiece.
“I want you to get that wee bomber out of my airspace,” he said in an Australian accent.
I spoke up into my speaker and discussed the plan with the team.
“It doesn’t matter what you think, does it, “The Commander yelled, “Just take down the bomber.”
The bomber was in sight, this was going to be a legendary dogfight!