The next evening Vera and Ksenia made their way to their plane for their first sortie “That was a rough night last night.” Ksenia said, as she checked out their plane as usual.
“In many more ways than one,” Vera shook her head. “Horrible night. Not much sleep.”
“Yeah, me too,” Ksenia said slapping the side of the plane.
“Have you checked the bombs and made sure they are secured properly.” Vera called out to two figures standing on the wings of the plane. She visually scanned the Biplane she was about to pilot and mumbled quietly to herself. “Death traps.”
“What do you think? Of course, Comrade Sr. Lt. Zhlova.” Rimma said greatly annoyed, as she and Larissa jumped off the wing. “These old planes are great training planes, but that is all they are good for.”
“Oh, they are good for somet
