TypeTriumphsInLoreProgressAccount-wide
LoreHolland, Occupied Netherlands, 1944I'm 20 years old, and I've just been shot down.
I can't really move. My webbing is tangled, hooked on every possible surface inside the cockpit. My left arm is pinned, but my right is free, and I can turn my head. I'm listing to the right and a little down, on account of how my Lightning came to rest.
Low roar.…
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