Entry: August 5, 1941

August 5, 1941

Palermo, Sicily

Flying just meer meters above the sand swept dunes of Eastern Libya, 5 Hawker Hurricanes and 3 Gladiators were pursuing me relentlessly. Hans was nowhere to be found, as was the rest of my flight. The skies were peeling with lightening and rain pelted my ME-109 as I tried my best to evade my pursuers. Then, a Hurricane fired it's 8 .30 caliber machine guns at me, peppering my aft fuselage. The machine lurched forward and under, the propeller striking the very crest of a sand dune. Again, the resounding echo of the machine guns rung and the strikes again hit my fuselage, parts of my wing, and peppered my tail. The bullets must have cut the wires, since I had no response when I pulled on the stick or when I kicked the rudder pedals. Then, it happened. The rattle of machine gun fire, the hammering of the bullets on my craft, and the bone crushing impact of the craft hitting the sand. I hit my forehead on the craft's retical and started bleeding. However, I was conscious the entire time but the pain threatened to put me under. Miraculously, I survived that ordeal whilst the awaiting death of the desert was still there. I laid there, forehead to the instrument panel when I heard a voice. It was Hans. Faint at first, but it grew louder. Meanwhile, the British aircraft soared overhead, waiting like vultures to finish the job. As Hans voice grew in volume, I looked around but didn't see him. I got out of my craft and started to run into the desert wilderness. The rain continued to pour, like a waterfall rather than droplets from the clouds. My face now stained in blood and sweat. At the same time, Han's voice was being more clear. At some point during my flight from my aircraft, I realized it was the voice of Salinda. "Wake up!" it said in a loud but warm voice. The winds picked up and I became blinded by the ensuing sandstorm. The voice continued to grow in volume. Suddenly, I felt a huge collum of water smash on my face and I hit my head on the upper bunk hard. I gave a short yell as my skull met 10mm of steel. I looked around me, and behold! It was Salinda!