Joe sits in his quaters. *I could have known this* thought Joe. *Never volunteer for a patrol after a shift on Missouri control.* he thinks *Well* thinks joe *lets let high command know iam still alive.*
[[Incoming transmission]]
[[Naval ID: LT Mctyre]]
[[To: High Command]]
First i had a shift of 10 hours on the bridge of the battleship too keep a eye on all rhose pilots and direct naval patrols too there destinations.
Than a squadronmember called in sick and i offered too fly his patrol so we get enough pilots in the air.
So i did his patrol first we had some saftey breaches in the naval testinggrounds.
Actually it was a easy patrol when i thought of returning too the missouri i spotted these xeno.
bloody bomber.
Had a exellent dodging skill.
He managed too get a heavy torpedo directly in my path, no change i would get my fighter trough so i pulled the ejection handle too eject.
I made it too manhattan with minor injurys.
I reported too the missouri.
There i did meet my squadronmate he was furious because i blew up his fighter.
Well the missourri will give him a new one.