Wasp Narrative

I finally walked through security safely, and caught up with everyone else. It was ultimately time to board and we gathered in a single file line to give our boarding passes to the flight attendants. Stepping onto the plane itself was the world’s best feeling. I could feel my body get tense and my face lit up. We took our seats and with my luck I was stuck with the middle. Due to the circumstances, I dealt with it. Being that it was a 10 hour flight, I needed ways to keep myself occupied. Therefore, I reclined my seat and fell into a gently sleep.

CHEETAH catapulted first. Then my plane shot forward. I felt the speed and embraced it as I lifted my plane up and off the carrier. It took only seconds and CHEETAH and Chad disappeared into the Jump. My increasing proximity feed more fuel to my nerves. There was no turning back now. I did it. I was ready.

I looked into the sky and around 183 aircrafts flew through the air. Everyone looked around at each other confused to whether this was a drill or an actual attack. Then Admiral Kimmel ran out of his tent and announced to the U.S Naval Fleet that this was not a drill, but a raid. The Japanese commander Mitsuo Fuchida, who was the leader of the attack then called out, “ Tora! Tora! Tora!” People ran in every direction in terror, as the Japanese aircrafts dropped the first

I ran to a small hut - mud and jumped down behind cover as two men holding pistols in their hands began to shoot at the helicopter, killing the sergeant, and two other soldiers. The pilot began to panic, and he tried to lift off - he

We flew in different directions before the plane could see the two of us. It wasn’t very sunny due to the amount of clouds so I used them to hide. I kept my ears and eyes out for a fellow plane and instantly saw one. Gunshots fired and I knew my brother was playing poker with the flyer. I saw the other plane move up to help his comrade when I appeared on his side easily picking him off. I didn’t recognize his signia and knew that he was a new player in the game. His plane caught fire and dove toward the ground, exploding on impact. I heard more gunfire and saw my brother getting shot at. I turned the plane and followed the red flyer. When I got him in my sight, I fired. More gunshots followed and my brothers plane started

As Joseph’s bomber was just over the target it was stuck by enemy Flak in the bomb-bay section . The bomber quickly caught fire as it was carrying incendiary bombs. The plane rolled over and dove straight down in flames.

. Thankfully the pilot is skilled and catches the wire the first time. The jet is taxied off and we’re off to download the current ordinance and load a new load plan. I grab the closest skid. It’s got an AGM- 65 Maverick on it. My favorite air to ground missile. It’s an expensive missile. A pilot once showed me a video of him using one. He used it on two guys on a moped some would call that overkill we think it’s perfect.

With the grace of a cat, twenty-one year old pilot Charles Yeager swung up to the cockpit of his P-51, calm and straight-faced. It was a practice he’d repeated at least a hundred times. After three months of combat, he was ready to go. He sat down, and swung the bullet-proof glass canopy down hard, making sure it would latch. Flipping a few levers, he roared the plane down the runway, expertly lifting the plane off the ground. The rest of his flight formation had already taken off. He was stationed in the tail end of the flying formation, the most dangerous place to be. After being stationed in England, he was off to the races. Heading for coast of France on a mission, he was relaxed in the cockpit. That was about to change in a flash. Three

A well-aimed shot from a shoulder fired missile hit the chopper causing it to explode, disintegrating in a ball of fire.

On the night of May 17 a few minutes past 8:00 P.M. the Tactical Action Officer, Lieutenant Basil Moncrief, “received a report from an airborne warning and control system (AWACS) airplane-essentially a flying radar station-that an Iraqi F-1 Mirage fighter had departed Shaibah Military Airport in southern Iraq and was ‘feet wet’ over the Gulf, flying southward toward the Stark’s position” (Symonds, 269). No alarms were set off by the report of this air craft because of the high level of air traffic due to the war. The ship detected the Iraqi air craft on radar when it was two hundred miles out. Once the jet reached 70 miles out from the ship, the Petty Officer in charge of monitoring the radar asked Moncrief if he should send out a warning message but Moncrief said no, and to wait. When the Iraqi jet reached fifty miles out from the frigate, “Moncrief alerted Brindel (the captain), who directed Moncrief to send out a message on the international air distress frequency demanding identification” (Symonds, 269). Seconds after the warning was sent out, the pilot of the jet launched an Exocet AM39 air-to-surface missile. Shortly after a second missile was fired.

Before it seemed like they were traveling near fast enough to get airborne, the deck took on a serious tilt. The plane still shook, but in a totally different manner. Slowly, by degrees, the deck leveled out again. The platoon visibly relaxed, giving each other a thumbs up. Trask gave the aircrew ten minutes to accomplish what they needed to do, then unbuckled his restraint and stood up. By the time he neared the cockpit door, all eyes were on him, including that of a crew chief barring the way.

Suddenly the car from the opposite lane became airborne like a fighter get… Wait, I should start from the beginning. I’ll tell you a little about myself and what i'm talking about.

The propellers hummed as the terrain sped past. We flew low, clearing the trees by less than a hundred feet. Scott said he didn't want to attract attention, but I think he was starting to doubt the plane.

my jet and then made my way back to my seat. The jet made a sudden

We were given immediate takeoff clearance. As soon as I had turned onto he runway and was straight, I pushed the throttle fully forward, holding the brakes on before releasing them moments later. The noise of the Pegasus engine rose to a high pitch scream as the Harrier leapt forward, pushing me back into the seat. On takeoff, you always needed to concentrate on keeping the aircraft flying straight as it rocked slightly from side to side as it