19 May 2012
'Neath a sterile grey sky On a cold Thursday night. You shot me down, in flames I fell, crashing to the colder ground.
I had a message to deliver -time critical - had to get there intact. I had you in my sights.... Had to fly low, and fast.
But the torch I held gave me away.
Then you were on to me. No matter how much I tried to shake you, You gave me your all, but holding back. Enough to catch my tail, sending me spiralling. I couldn't fight back.....
I opened my eyes... I survived...... but you don't need to be killed to lose your life.
The Dogfight • Opuss № I