Captain's Log: May 17th, Year of Celestia 1943.

My crew and I have been given our final mission. My Copilot: Diamond Tiara Rich III, is as content as ever, being my subordinate.

We both trained together, but each of us expected to receive command of our own ship. I think Diamond just figured that being a pilot would be a cushier job then actually down in the mud with the other Army Grunts.

She had no idea and neither did I, that flying a B-17 was the most hazardous job the United Stables of Equestria Army Air Corps could offer.

Still she was quite put off with Colonel Sparkle when she learned they had no command for her.

Despite her disenchantment, she has supported me on all 24 of our sorties. Coming up on our big final 25th, I expect nothing less from either my partner or my beloved ship, I had christened after a local mare, I have had my eye on since I was a filly; Miss Rarity Belle.

My Crew expects the high command to handle us with foal gloves. There is talk about them sending us on a milk run over Prance.

They will be sorely disappointed.

I am remiss to inform them that our assignment is a "Timber Wulf" TW-190 factory in Breighmen, deep in the black heart of Nazi Germaneigh.

Adolf Hoofler is winning this war of the sky. If we are ever to hope to take back air superiority from those fascist Earth pony hating bastards, factories like the one in Breighmen, must be taken out. It is our duty and our honor to serve our Princess and Country by flying into the lion's den.

May Luna have mercy on our souls.

Captain Sylvia Catherine Spoon,
8th Air Force,
U.S.E. Army Air Corps.