An Irish Airman Tale

Day 4,107, 00:38 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by Kaitlinn

Sitting here in my hideout above my farm I'm watching the Bulgarian b*stards loot it. Removing anything not nailed down and helping themselves to my livestock.



Wondering if theres any more of us soldiers hunkered down watching the enemy.

Yesterday we were waiting for their attack and waiting on the modifications to our aircraft the boss had ordered.

Entering our eating area I could see our president going on about some plans or other on a tv in the corner. I could see the boss shaking his head and muttering something about a battle in a hour against Bulgaria.

I pulled up a seat next to what seemed like a new guy to the place and he offered me a drink. I nodded assent and watched him wander over to where a local was tendering our bar. I took it from him and drank deeply and saw a strange smile on his face.

Next thing I remember I woke up on the battlefield with a sword in my hand and hundreds of enemy dead around me.



I felt a tap on my shoulder and swung around and fortunately noticed the irish uniform before i ran him through. He was holding out a machine gun. His eyes were wide as he took in my blood soaked clothes, not my own.

Shaking my head i glanced at the sun suddenly realising I was late for our air battle. Took off at a run towards the airfield but I was too late. The airfield was empty of aircraft and I could see dogfights high above me.



One of the mechanics looked in my direction "You'll have to wait for the next one"he muttered. Glaring up at the sky I headed into the barracks to get cleaned up and get some rest.

Next thing I remember was being shaken awake by the boss and being ordered to get in my aircraft for the next air battle. Fighting hard until a lucky shot from one of the enemy brought me down. I managed to glide her into a field near my farm. And gathered some supplies, made sure my livestock were okay and then headed to my hideout.

Now I wait for more orders to what is next.

To my fellow irish in the words of a military unit I once belonged to a long time ago:

Keep Fighting or Die Trying!

and my favourite quote:

Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?

Cat Sith
Irish Airman