Missile lock, missile lock, evade, evade. The dam computer was practicly yelling it in my ear as I pulled the jet out out of a step dive and leveled it off trying to get rid of the sidewinder missle that was Chasing me. "Dam it" I thought to myself, " I Just can't get a break today can I? My own question was answered as the alarm was blaring yet again in my ear to warn me that other russian is trying to kill me. Groaning, I pulled back into a steep clim and used the last of my flares to rid myself of the missle. I held my breath as i banked to the left and pulled back on the stick to see the sidewinder veer off and go after my flares.

I scanned my surroundings to try and find that basterd before he shot at me again before i realised he was flying in front of me and had no idea i was there. "Haha got'ya now" and got behind him.  He must have seen me bank in behind him bcause right before i got my target reticle on the guy, he banked off to the left and went into a step dive to run away. Bad move on his part, i was flying the F-22 Rapter and not only did i have one of the best fighters in the world, I also had the best aircraft when it comes to dogfighting in the modern world. He on the other hand was flying the slower Su-35 which had better amour but was slow as hell in a turning fight.

I lined him up again and opened up on him with with my M61A2 20mm Cannon to try and take out his engines and bring that basterd down, but I only scored glanceing blows on the SU-35 as he move away and started to gain altitude to run away. Right into my trap, the F-22  had a bay of internal weapons that include sidewinders, JDAM bombs and a vast set of other armaments and becuase he was moveing away from me I could use my missiles to bring him down. I selected the sidewinder missle from the selection list and rolled in behind the Su-35. I heard the growl of the missle locking on to the target and pulled the triger.The bay on the underside of my fighter opened and out fell one AIM-9 Sidewinder missile, as it left the aircraft it's Hercules/Bermite MK 36 Solid-fuel rocket motor Engaged and it flew at its target gaining speed as it went. At a max speed of Mach 2.5, It closed in on its target and I prayed that it would slam into the back of his jet takeing the pilot with it.

Thank god, The sidewinder had slamed into the back of the Su-35 and had destoryed the fighter in a massive ball of fire. I had to roll under the fire to escape for the shrapnal of the plane as it broke up in the sky. Seeing no sign of a enjection I decided that It was a good idea to head back to base before more of them had shown up. That was my 5 kill of the day and i was just happy to be alive. As i flew over the skys of western germany, I reflected back on my life before i became  fighter pilot.

My name Is James Reech and I am a fighter pilot in the U.S Air Force. I was also recently made a test pilot in the Air force becuase some one thought that i had some skill in flying jets.They say i was a natrual in flight school and had been the top Student in the class. I wanted to be the best of the best becuase i wanted to make my dad pround of me. He was a P-51 Mustang fighter pilot with 45 kills in the european theater so millatary blood ran in the family. He flew one of the first flights in that beast of a aircraft and flew the hell out of it. I remember growning up as a kid him telling me storys of him beeing under almost constant attack from german BF-109's and Flak 88 AA guns. He was shot down at least 4 times on missons that included attacks of german convoys of tanks retreating from the front lines to defending B-17 bombers from the Luftwaffe. He retired of the Army Air Force in 1956 with a record 45 kills in active combat along with 4 purple hearts for being wonded 4 differnt times in combat and he even got the silver star for taking on a entire flight of BF-109 fighers and letting the B-17's he was protecting escape from danger.

This was one of my reason's for me Joining the Air Force in the first place. It would let me see some of the most exotic places on the planet and it would fill that void in my life for something fun to do. I wanted to be as good as my dad was, He was my role model as i grew up in New York city. The big apple was a hell of a place to grow up in. It was the early 90's and we were just comeing out of the cold war. My dad had a Fallout shelter built in the basement just incase we had to go and hide sowhere. I was born in 1989 and Thankfully we never had to use it and it turned into a celler to store food in in times of truble. Anyway i grew on the rich side of the city so i had high quality schooling and had made honor role all throught high school and graduated Aguest 2001, a month before the event that would change my life forever.

Setember 11, 2001.The day that would be burned into my mind for the rest of my life and shape my future. I rember it started off as anyother day in the city. Nice sunny day in september, same massive ammount of  trafic on the roads and hectic ass day just like normal. I could tell from the moument i got up in the morning that something was off about the day but i decided to just let it go and get on with my day. A month out of hight school and I was hanging out with my freinds just like i would anyother day. We where in central park most of the day haveing nothing else to do and needed to stay out of truble for once. I got in my car and decited to drive down to a local pizzia place that was near the world trade center. Now those towers where so big ass buildings and they dominated the New York skyline for more then 30 years. I walked out of the building to the sound of jet engines scream over head and as I looked up too see a Boeing 767 Crash into tower one of the world trade center.

At that moment i felt nothing, nothing at all. I fuctions in my brain esept those to keep me alive had stoped. I thought nothing, said nothing and did nothing but looked up and the growing fire ball that was comeing out of tower one. I must have stayed there for 10 seconds before bits of the tower and plane started to land near me and i ran for the cover of the nearest building i could fine. After the rain of destruction had stoped falling, I got back in my car and headed home to see my family and see what the hell was going on. I arived 5 minutes later and found my mom and dad waching the local news. My mom was seting next to my dad crying into his shoulder as the images on the TV showed a massive fire that had taken over the top flours of the trade center. About 20 minutes later we sat there and wached as a second 767 crashed into tower two and set that tower on fire as well.I coun't take it anymore, I ran into my room and jumped into my bed and cryed for the next 2 hours.I cryed becuase i just sat there and watched as people who had family and freinds had just died in a attack led by people that had singlehandledly declared war on the U.S. I felt helpless, I always steped in to help people out when i could and make people happy even when it made my life hard on my self. From that moment on I decided that it was time to fight for people who could not find for them selfs. That week i signed up the the Air Froce and decided it was time to act.

Comeing out of my daydream i looked out and noticed the runing lights of the air base I was located at. I called ahead for landing clearance and droped down my landing gear as i came down for the landing. Tuching down on solid ground never felt so good as I taxied off the runway and parked my F-22 in the hanger. Steping down the runing latter and onto the soild floor of the hanger I took off my flight helmet and decided to take a look at what kinda damage I had taken from the flight. Walking around to the back of my figher i saw that the left wing had a few holes in it from that run in with the last Su-35. I checked the right wing and found the same damage but the wing took it better then one whould think. the chef flight mecanic had walked in behind me and i told him that the wings had taken fire and that i needed more flares. He noded and wrote down on this clipbord what i needed and walked away to talk to his crew about the job they had on my plane. I decided that now was the best time to leave and get out of this flight suit.

I walked down the white hallways of the base and every time a technician or mechanic came Across me they stoped what they where doing and saluted me. I got to my bed and I was finally able to get out my suit and into my normal attire.I striped down to my shorts and walked over to the glass and looked at my self.I am 5'9 with black hair in the normal milltrary crew cut. I had chestnut brown eyes which i was told look good with my black hair and white skin. i had a tatto of the Air Force insignia on my left arm and a "Remember 9/11" on my right arm near my shoulder. I yawned and stretched out a bit,

The debrief could wait till morning, I looked over to my calendar, It was June 4, 2016. I yawned again and sat in my bed, I was liveing my dream and servering my country at the same time. I then rembemberd Tomorow i would test a new type a Air craft, I had the clipbord with some of the deatils seting on the stand next to my bed. I leaned over and grabed the board and read the name. The plane was codenamed "Armoured Eagle". "wow, they are really runing out of names for these planes". I said to myself before I put the clip board back on the stand and layed on my bed.  I only lasted about 5 mins before I was out, sound asleep in my somewhat nice bunk, sleeping to the sound of the rain that had moved in during the time I must have been geting ready for bed. Little did I know that was going to be the last time i would get a good nights sleep in a while.

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The rain, it lashed against the windows and poured of the roof of the tree house. Inside, spread out on the floor of the house was a young Unicorn mare reading a book. A burst of thunder outside the house made her jump off the floor,legs flying in all diffrent directions and she landed back on the floor with a thud. she recomposed herself and got back to reading the book she had infront of her. " Twilight?" a young voice asked in a concernd tone, " Are you ok?. She looked over to see her dragon assistant and one of her best freinds spike holding a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate and replyed "yes spike, im fine. just got startled by the thunder". That was a lie, She was so into the book she was reading she forgot it was raining outside and thunder had scared the life out of her. Spike walked over to her and placed the blanked on her and set the mug down next to her. "Its late and im going to bed, Try not to stay up so late tonight" he pleaded. knowing that she was going to stay up way to late as she always does, he just started to give up and go to bed on his own."Yea spike i'll try, good night" she said and got back to reading her book.

She was exsited about tomorow, herself along with her best freinds where going to head out for a trip to the everfree forest and to their zebra freind Zecora. She knew that it was going to be a dangerues trip, it almost always was, nopony knew what they would find this time. she desided that it was a good idea to get some sleep. she closed the book and with a glow of her horn, she moved it back to the self that it came from. She Yawned and walked up to her bed room. She passed the basket that held spike, he was fast asleep and she move his blanket back ontop of him and walked into her room. Jumping up onto her bed she used her magic to move the sheets up to her and she layed her head on her pillow. Looking out into the night she looked into the clouds that the pegasus ponys had moved in during the day. thunder and lightning explodeing out of the clouds. She closed her eyes and sliped into the dream world. This was going to be one of the last times she gets Any peacefull sleep.

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