August 7th, 1942. 0500 hours. Somewhere near Nanking China

Reflecting before another dawn patrol, the ace stands alone with his bird, alone with his thoughts as he looks over his craft before the next mission. The calm before the storm so to speak, admiring the beauty of a machine designed solely for destruction. Funny how that works sometimes heh.

Dunno, been working on this one since Sept, mostly was intimidated to start outlining it lol, but finally its done I think woo