The Last Flight

As He approached the rally point Soarin thought. His mind went from memory  to memory thinking about the good times hoping that this war won’t take the ones in the memories away. He found the bomber squad and got the acquainted. After that they flew for a couple minutes until the first squadron came in and flew past. They didn't attack and he made sure his squadron stuck with the bombers. A few minutes later another squadron came in and opened fire. He pulled off and went in for his first kill. He saw the fuselage burst into flames and have it fall out of sight. He saw tracers fly past his cockpit and he radioed his squadron.

“Guys I have one on my six can someone get rid of him I need to get back to those bombers before there all gone."

Rapidfire came in a few seconds after that and took the enemy down.

"Nice kill go make sure the bombers are doing okay I`m going after their squadron leader.

He pulled off and went for the light grey plane with the large amount of kill tags on the side. The pilot saw him and pulled into him. He flew over his plane and doubled back to try and get on Soarins six. Soarin flipped his plane and pulled up following the squadron leader. The G-forces pushed against his body as he pulled the plane to face his foe`s. He pulled the trigger and saw tracers hit his targets wing. It left holes and the plane pulled off. A rookie mistake as Soarin pulled in behind him. Soaring opened fire and saw blood splatter across the cockpit of his target. He flew next to the plane. The pilot was slumped but still alive and as he looked over Soarin felt a ping of guilt. He had just killed somepony. He had done it before but never saw them like that. He felt bad but shook the feeling and saw the pilot slump down and his plane go into the ground. He went back to the squadron of bombers who were still under attack. He went back to the fight and proceeded with taking two more planes down in that fight. The others pulled off; he pulled up to Soarin and Dashs plane. The first thing he saw was blood. All across the windshield and Dash was pushed back. Derpy was next to her but Dash didn't look good.

Dash looked over and he was speechless he jaw hung open as he examined her. Blood came from the corner of her mouth and she put her hoof on the windshield. It streaked down and blood followed leaving a bloody streak. He didn't pick up his radio but only spoke so she could see his lips. "You’re going to be okay Dash." She smiled slightly and shook her head. He knew what she meant and he knew that she might be right. They turned the squadron around and went home. He told his squadron to pull off and go to the airbase to refuel. He stuck with the bomber squad. He finally got a hold of himself and picked up the radio. "Spitfire what the hell happened to Dash.”... He was worried but sounded angry. He didn't want to lose another one of his friends.

"We had a bogey take a few potshots and some went through the windshield and hit Dash. We lost our Targeting man and we are damaged. I think he hit something important because my instruments are messed up and I just fixed them."

"ColtDamnit! Is Dash going to be okay?!?” He didn't talk to her before the war. But when she joined the Air force and joined Spitfires bomber squad as a pilot they grew on each other. She was like his cousin and Spitfire was like his sister. They were a lot to him.

"She’s losing a lot of blood and is out cold right now but I think Derpy has slowed the blood. Derpy check our fuel now Dash will be okay for a few minutes. She will be fine Soarin promise. Okay."

"Okay." He didn't like the fact that Dash might not make it.

They kept flying for a few minutes when his radio bustled to life with a single pony’s voice. Spitfires

"Shes awake Soarin. Shes doing okay but I don’t know how long she will last in her current condition." When he heard the he got scared. She wasn't doing well and he knew it. He looked to his right and saw dash lying in her chair. Blood was visible on her blue coat as it streamed down her light blue coat.

"Well I`m glad she’s okay. But make sure she gets home coltdammit! I’m not going to lose another friend to this war."

"Gotcha she will be just fine okay."

"Okay" He grew really worried but all of his worries went away as he saw the airfield. He circled the airfield and noticed his fuel was dangerously low. He wouldn't be able to land if they blocked the runway. He circled around holding his plane in a steady left turn as he watched the bomber crash land. He saw the rescue ponies come out from the hangers they were in and a single orange earth pony who reached the wreckage first. He saw as they brought Dash from the crashed bomber and his own plane started to stutter as he looked forward he noticed his engine had given out. No fuel was left and he banked right into the hilly areas around the airfield. He sent one last message to Spitfire.

"Hey spits out of fuel so yea I can’t really land on the airstrip so wish me luck."

"As he slowly glided his plane over to the flattest area he could find he heard Spitfire.

"NO WAIT.... “He didn't have enough time to hear the whole thing. His plane had hit the ground but it was in contact. No boom or explosion. When the rescue squad got to him he was unconscious but alive. He was rewarded with a concussion and a very upset Spitfire. But he was back into the sky within weeks. Every chance he got he would escort Spitfire and her crew into battle. They promised each other they would come home and hopefully they would keep it.