It was the same nightmare, the same nightmare he always had.
Trapped inside his doomed Hurricane fighter as it spiralled down towards the unforgiving, fatal, ground below. The air flailed through the smashed canopy, battering his bloody face. He hauled back on the joystick, desperately trying to pull the stricken plane out of the deathly spin. Blood streamed down his face and into his eyes and he could tell that bullets from the Messerschmitt 109 fighter had smashed into his cockpit, wounding his left leg and hand. the pain a searing throbbing immensity of agony.
Desperately trying to control the spin, he screamed in pain as the crippled Hurricane slowly pulled out of the spin and into a shallow dive.
But the aircraft is still mortally wounded, and the reprieve was only temporary, a c
