Well, now I need a drink, or maybe a few. I'm out of my plane. I ran out of gas, but took the last German out of the sky. Instead of taking a header into the sea, I sailed over the sand, found a nice spot to land, and put it on the ground. I did have a problem having to hand crank the landing gear down, but I'm there, very much alive.
Here's the catch. I'm also alone. I'm away from the boats, my men are fuck knows where. I think they were picked up by the boats, and now I'm looking pretty screwed. As much as I hate to do it, I took my stuff out and burned my plane where I landed so they wouldn't capture the plane and any information. I watched it burn, then I heard soldiers leveling guns at my back. Fucking Hell, why can't it be the allies - but that's not how wars work. I did get on a train eventually as a POW! Until next time then.
Oh and dream faerie - thanks for the flight jacket and mask. I finally got to take it off and here it is.