The Equestrian assault on nazi Germany

“Enemy fighters incoming from the right!”….”MAYDAY, MAYDAY THIS IS HBF-2, WE’RE HIT!”….”we’re over the target area now, bombs away”…..”This is HBF-24 flak has blown through our portside, its touch and go from here”. Hearing the different radio communications from the nearby bombers, Flt Lt John Smith pushed up on the throttle of his beautifully crafted spitfire mkIX, the rolls Royce merlin purred in response to his action and rotated the propeller at a higher speed, pulling the aircraft forwards to a speed of over 350mph. “right chaps, it appears that some of our lot have run into a spot of bother from enemy fighters, FW-190’s to be specific, and they are calling for assistance from nearby aircraft, and that would be us so prepare yourselves for some aerial combat and keep em’ peeled”

As the formation of 21 spitfires ranging from the mkv to the mkix emerged from the clouds, what remained of the Lancaster bomber formation came into view, there were long black trails criss-crossing in the skies from the aircraft that were unfortunate enough to be hit, some of them plummeted towards the earth and there were a few that could be traced to the barely serviceable aircraft producing the smoke.

Looking around at the scene of devastation, John noticed the German fighters disengaging and returning home below them, seizing the moment to surprise the enemy, john barked down his headphones “Enemy fighters below us, they’re disengaging, let’s make them pay for what they’ve done”, all the aircraft dove downwards simultaneously, it was like a choreographed dance routine as they broke formation and swooped in behind their individual targets, the Germans were caught off guard and within seconds multiple aircraft made their final decent to the ground, trailing the same pitch black smoke that often showed the end of an aircraft’s life. Responding as quickly as they could the Germans broke their formation and began retaliating to the sudden attack; however their futile attempt at escape was crushed by the might of the RAF as 2 more Germans plummeted towards the ground, one of them spinning about uncontrollably due to the loss of one wing, one spitfire was unfortunate enough to collide with a fw-190 that was mid loop-the-looping, the near instant explosion rang inside Johns ears. As the last handful of Germans were sent down to a permanent landing the squadron of 19 spitfires formed back up into the common v-shaped formation, one of the pilots broke the radio silence, “It looks like I took a few rounds there chaps, I’m leaking fuel, I’m going to have to bring her down at the first opportunity”, “roger that white 4, take care of yourself and aim towards the farmhouses, that’s where the good guys are”, “roger green 1, see you soon sir”, the single spitfire spun sideways and began descending towards the ground.

Just as the formation of bombers and fighters were leaving occupied Germany they ran into a large formation of 200+ German fighters, a tremendous mix of FW-190’s accompanied by the more traditional ME-109’s, there was also a group of ME-110 dual engine fighters, also there was what appeared to be a group of 5 ME-262 jet fighters leading the formation.

Breaking his normally steady chirpy voice, Flt Lt John smith muttered down his radio “well, shit.”

Hoping that the enemy hadn’t noticed them yet the formation of bombers and fighters instinctively dropped below the cloud coverage to try and avoid detection, an awkward pause followed as they all braced in anticipation of the huge wave of fighters to swoop down and attack them, but nothing happened, the moment was almost unbearable, there they were flying along below a large cloud that was concealing them from annihilation. Then as to break the peace of the moment a German aircraft fell down through the cloud in front of them, it was engulfed in flames and was missing a wing. Then a smaller object fell through the cloud, it was much smaller than the German aircraft that had previously passed by, it was blue in colour and appeared to be trailing a red mist, then another similar object appeared apart from this one was yellow and it wasn’t trailing the red mist, its swooped down and appeared to grab the blue object and carry it back through the cloud. “Did you lads just see that?” the question was rhetorical to say the least, everyone had notice the two objects descend and then disappear back into the clouds above them.  “right then, who’s feeling lucky today?” john asked openly, there was no reply, “righty-o then, I’m going up there to see what’s happening for myself”, again there was no reply.

Smith pulled back on the control column and gently raised through the cloud cover until just his canopy and tail was popping through the top of the cloud, his eyes opened wide at the sight before him, the Germans were under attack from what appeared to be winged horses of some sort, and they were outnumbering the Germans by a vast amount, at least three to one, he pressed the PTT on his radio to contact the rest of his flight, “uhh, guys….” He couldn’t quite find the right words to say without sounding ridiculous, “there’s, uhh, what appears to be, flying horses attacking the enemy”, “HA, nice try john, I’m not coming up there”, “very well then, why don’t you come up here and see for yourself?”, shakily, the other pilot climbed up into the cloud cover until he was level with John, “Guys, he wasn’t kidding….”

Above them was a dogfight of massive proportions, the horses were using outdated weapons such as swords and crossbows that were completely useless against the German aircraft, but it looked like they had resorted to a more unorthodox method of using their hooves to smash the rear elevators on the planes, causing them to lose control and spiral towards the ground. “well, let’s go and give them a hand” the other pilot said, “whoa there kid, I don’t think they will recognise that we are friendly”, “maybe if we attack an enemy plane they will notice we are friendly”, “it’s too risky, I don’t want them to turn on us and wipe us out of the sky, just maintain current heading and give these bombers some cover”, both the spitfires then dropped back down through the clouds to the rest of their formation.