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I did a lot of research on this but it still might be inaccurate so please excuse any mistakes!
You are German in this oneshot so, if you're not one in real life, make up a German name for yourself and comment your name. I'm curious 👀. I'm not German so I would choose Adelheid for myself.
At the end A/N, you can read the original outline and notes that I took for this story!
Enjoy~
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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
There is mention of destruction and suicide, and attempted self-harm in this oneshot. If you're sensitive, please read at your own risk.
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Requested by mary_pew
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April 1945
Arthur's P.O.V
It was the dead of the night.
The plane engines' roar pierced the silence as I glanced down below at the blazing inferno that raged upon the unsuspecting Germans. There was just a little more aluminium chaff to confuse German radars and one more bomb left to drop on the capital.
The bomb aimer, Matthew the Canadian, was in the nose turret below and in front, ready and waiting for Berlin to appear. The flight engineer, Kyle the Australian, was next to me, his hands on the other controls of our Avro Lancaster.
At the back sat the bloke, Winston, who kept communication with the ground in front of the transmitters. Daniel the navigator was just behind him, and yet a few more crew at the back, our mid-upper and rear gunners Louis and William stationed at their turrets. And finally, I was the Captain flying this bird.
Just one more bomb to drop, and we'd be done for the night. We could fly back to Great Britain, restock, and come back the next night to these minging German skies and drop more bombs until the Nazis surrender.
Berlin was in sight, and Matthew was signaled to drop the chaff and a bomb. We paused in solemn silence as we heard the blast.
"I wonder when this stupid war will end." sighed Kyle, our flight engineer after the reverberations quieted.
"When these supremacists are humbled." I replied.
Passing the inferno, we now flew over the blackness below while our murmurs to communicate with each other filled the silence.
Suddenly, a large bang like sound was heard, startling all of us.
"What was that?" I asked, now feeling the Lanc get a hint bit slower and laboured. "Kyle, what's going on? Is it-"
"Sounds like engine failure." he responded, clicking his tongue, "How odd. This doesn't usually happen now."
I clicked my tongue too. "Well, we have three working engines, so we can get back to Britain just fine."
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