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The sound of the thunder dulls down to the roar of the C-47 engine. Whining and grunting, the beast still proves to be on top after the run they have just taken. Just a few minutes ago, they were in a hell storm of flak and AA fire from German Anti-Air batteries of Normandy, France, as they unloaded their load of American Airborne units in part of an unfolding plan known as Operation Overlord, very well known as D-DAY.
The co-pilot looks back in the cabin, alls empty. He nods to the Captain and to the radio operator. The radio operator cracks open the radio silence “This is Whiskey Mallory, all our chicks have flown the coop, we’re turning back, join up if yaw want to.”
“Whiskey Mallory, this is Big Bob, coming up on your six.”
“Whiskey Mallory, good to hear you got through ok. Hate to tell your wife I failed to keep your asses safe.”
“Thanks Chicken Momma, I know I’m safe when I’m with ya.”
“Settle down or no supper for you.”
“But maah.”
“Be quite you two, we have some more members joining on our 3 o’clock.”
“Thanks Big Bob. This is Willy Pete and Maya West, joining the return party.”
“Roger on that. Whiskey Mallory, take lead, rest follow.”
“Roger on that Big Bob. Going down low, don’t want to get ripped to shit by those damn 88s.”
The C-47s dive down low beneath cloud cover, a risky move, yet allows them to move to quickly for AA batteries to readjust from firing over 1000 feet to just 300 feet. The thunderous roar of the AA fire greets the five planes as they head home.
“Remember chaps, quick and low, most of Jerry’s fire is concentrated over to our 9 o’clock. If any do notice us, it will be too late for those buggahs to get one off on us.”

Down by the makeshift lake, the crew of a German Flakvierling sit staring into the sky. Most of the planes are now gone and far off for them to shoot at. Their ranger and officer where talking with an Flak 36 crew behind the next hedge, lessening to radio reports and trying to figure out what’s going on. They sit disappointed. For one of them, it was his first Anti-Air action, while for the other two, were more experienced. Even so, for this many planes to fly by and not one downed or hit is very disappointing. As they sit alone, the three look at one another and acknowledge they defiantly sucked. They were about to unload when one of them heard a faint droning noise. At once, his face perked up and he quickly snapped to the sounds location. The others began to grin with delight. They glance back to their Oberleutnant who was still talking with the Flak 36 crew. There was no time to get him over. They cranked their Flakvierling to the sky and waited. The roar grew louder. Out of the corner of ones eyes, a glimmer of a C-47 from one of the spot light caught his eye. “Shizet! Es kommen niedrige und schnell!” Quickly they adjusted their range, determined not let this one pass.

“All going well so far, engines holding up fine, rattled a bit from the flak.”
“Roger, just don’t get cocky, we’re too far from the AA fire now, so somebody might hear us coming.”
And that they did. The eager German gun crew ripper open, filling the sky with lead from their gun. The C-47s are taken by surprise and try to avoid, but flying so low is hard to, especially by the low fast shooting AAs. Willy Pete turns out to be the unlucky one, following right up behind Chicken Momma, who the crew originally fired on sight of, took a full slam to their right side.
“Aw shit, we’ve been hit, engine 2 is in flames and the wing seems…FUCK!”
Right then the plane listed heavily to the left as the right wing ripped in half.
“Shit! We lost Willy Pete!”
From the sound of the first bang, the other Flakvierling of that area begin firing as the Flak 36 crew could only watch dumbfounded.
“Shit! Another one right beneath you Whiskey!”
The crew of Whiskey quickly slam their engine on full as soon as they heard the scream of the radio and a 2cm round clipping their right wing.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!”
“Damn these Jerries! It was like they were lying in wait for us.”
“As you said, they probably heard us coming! Now lets full throttle our way out of here before we wake up the rest of the neighborhood!”

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A little story I thought up of adding for this picture. We all know the paratrooper planes when through shit to get the airborne troops into Normandy, but do we know what kinda shit they had to go back through to get out?

Took me like 3 months for this, mainly brainstorming on the background, plants/trees and shading.
Yes, I know, I suck ass with trees.
Oh well, its done now, and beats the predicted summer completion by  steinwill =P


Art Work ©  kodyyoung