Major-(Italian)
Post by Furey "Blondie" Campellone on Nov 4, 2009 19:59:49 GMT -5
Furey stood ontop of the wing of his Fairey Swordfish, looking at his gunner as he slid into the gunners position. He smiled, and said "Dont worry, Giovanni, I'm a good pilot."
His gunner smiled, replying with the same accent Furey had, "Alright Furey, dont kill me now! I've got a girlfriend over in Sicily that i want to return to after the war's over!".
He loved his plane, which he nicknamed "Bloody Mary" for the many fights it had gone through, and the fact Furey had painted the bottom of it red. It wasnt new, nor was it shiney. It had dings and scratched, the recovered engine of a messerschmitt bf-109 that was recovered back in 41'.
Giovanni had moved to england about the same time Furey moved to The United States. He'd grown up a city away from Furey, ofcourse Furey never had gotten the chance to meet him as a child, what a shame.
Furey slid into the thingypit of the plane, and looked down at the controls, grasping onto the wheel with a smile on his face. He looked over at an assistant, what looked like a mechanic in the airforce, pulled the propellar down as hard as he could, and jumped back as it began spinning, the 400 horsepower engine roared as it blew air through it.
Furey bulled back on the throttle, propelling the plane forward. He turned it to face straight down the runway, and as it began rolling, he yelled "Hold on Giovanni! We're gonna give those boys over at the 101st some hell!"
His gunner smiled, and looked back at him, yelling over the Prop engine "Alright! Dont go ramming anything!"
Furey smiled, and pulled the wheel towards himself as the tail went up, and flew into the sky. As he stabalized around 8,000 feet, he checked out all of the guages, made sure everything was working too. The men over at his Air unit had rigged his plane with a dummy bomb, filled with sand, and some blank machine gun shells so that he could prank the 101's.
He looked towards the base of the 101st airborne, the barracks neatly alligned, row by row, the officers mess and officers barracks off to the side of the compound. He let one of his hands go as he patted the back of his gunner.
Furey regrasped the wheel, and pushed down on it, forcing his plane into a dive. He looked down as the ground neared himself, the altimeter steadly going down. He smiled, and pulled up as it reached the mark of "500", 500 feet above the ground, just high enough to clear the highest outpost tower in the compound.
He looked down as he watched men in their usual uniforms all look up at his plane. He readied his finger on the bomb component, looking for a nice place to drop the sand filled case, that would scare the living shit out of the 101's, but not hurt anyone.
His gunner smiled, replying with the same accent Furey had, "Alright Furey, dont kill me now! I've got a girlfriend over in Sicily that i want to return to after the war's over!".
He loved his plane, which he nicknamed "Bloody Mary" for the many fights it had gone through, and the fact Furey had painted the bottom of it red. It wasnt new, nor was it shiney. It had dings and scratched, the recovered engine of a messerschmitt bf-109 that was recovered back in 41'.
Giovanni had moved to england about the same time Furey moved to The United States. He'd grown up a city away from Furey, ofcourse Furey never had gotten the chance to meet him as a child, what a shame.
Furey slid into the thingypit of the plane, and looked down at the controls, grasping onto the wheel with a smile on his face. He looked over at an assistant, what looked like a mechanic in the airforce, pulled the propellar down as hard as he could, and jumped back as it began spinning, the 400 horsepower engine roared as it blew air through it.
Furey bulled back on the throttle, propelling the plane forward. He turned it to face straight down the runway, and as it began rolling, he yelled "Hold on Giovanni! We're gonna give those boys over at the 101st some hell!"
His gunner smiled, and looked back at him, yelling over the Prop engine "Alright! Dont go ramming anything!"
Furey smiled, and pulled the wheel towards himself as the tail went up, and flew into the sky. As he stabalized around 8,000 feet, he checked out all of the guages, made sure everything was working too. The men over at his Air unit had rigged his plane with a dummy bomb, filled with sand, and some blank machine gun shells so that he could prank the 101's.
He looked towards the base of the 101st airborne, the barracks neatly alligned, row by row, the officers mess and officers barracks off to the side of the compound. He let one of his hands go as he patted the back of his gunner.
Furey regrasped the wheel, and pushed down on it, forcing his plane into a dive. He looked down as the ground neared himself, the altimeter steadly going down. He smiled, and pulled up as it reached the mark of "500", 500 feet above the ground, just high enough to clear the highest outpost tower in the compound.
He looked down as he watched men in their usual uniforms all look up at his plane. He readied his finger on the bomb component, looking for a nice place to drop the sand filled case, that would scare the living shit out of the 101's, but not hurt anyone.
Sergeant-(Korean)
