[pshrynk]

I'm doing this from memory, because my story is on my home computer:


My top wing was in tatters, the right lower wobbling alarmingly, and the my engine was sputtering its last breaths. I was deep over German territory and a Fokker was lining up on me from behind. My days in the Royal Army Air Force being at an end, I started concentrating on making my retirement stretch out to the years category from mere seconds. It really didn't look good.


An action/adventure tale of a WWI RAAF pilot who goes on to be a bush pilot in Panama. Being as it's me writing, there will be humor. No talking dogs, probably. I'm about three chapters in to the back story, which will be eked out as flashbacks and have started the "real" first chapter.