Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33488654-20190711004754

Do you remember your childhoods? Do you remember how things that seemed so big in the past suddenly become so small with the phase of adulthood? I certainly do.

It was 1932, I was 18, the great depression was hitting America hard. I was in the south, in the state of Texas. My father was a far right banker, ya know, the kind who believe that basically all that women are good for is to be obedient housewives, along with blaming the blacks for all of our country's problems, right? Well he was that, to a very extreme degree.

But I am getting sidetracked, I can tell you aren't interested in hearing me ramble on and on about my early life.

In 1932, when I was 18, in spite of pleas from my parents not to, I and my older brothers, who are now long gone, enlisted for the armed forces. I enlisted for the air force, while my older brothers enlisted for the ground army forces.

For my first flight, I recieved a trainer plane, it was a Pt-3 by Consolidated. After a few weeks of pulling the basic maneuvers, I started to pull off the stunts that I saw a couple of other pilots pull. However, after a few of these stunts, I started to get over confident. I pulled straight up, like I was going to fly into the sun. I was at first going the aircraft's maximum speed of 102 miles per hour. Suddenly, the speed started to decrease, as the engine was being starved of fuel.

Eventaully, my plane stopped, and, being forced down by it's own weight, fell back to the ground, causing air and fuel to go into the engine. I pulled right up on my control, just narrowly avoiding crashing head on into the ground, instead, destroying the landing gear.

I was injured in my legs by the accident, but it weren't nothin' that wouldn't be fixed by a couple weeks in bed, as determined by the medic who examined me in the aid station. After a couple weeks, I was good as new and ready to fly again.

A few years later, in January 1947, I was sent to the 90th USAF Bombardment Squadron with a p51-d mustang to help the resistance in puppet fascist Britain. (In this timeline, American isolationism lasted until 1946, with the lack of a bombing on Pearl Harbor until that year. This is also what lead to Britain getting conquered, along with the USSR being temporarily disabled, along with Vichy Francd helping Italy to secure the Balkans, giving Operation Barbarossa an extra six week headstart that made it even more devastating than in our timeline.)

There were f-80 jet fighters, but those were still currently in testing and evaluation, so even though the nazis had jet fighters and jet bombers, we were stilling going to be stuck for a bit with the old piston fighter and bomber models. 