A Day In The Life of a WWII Pilot: (Fiction) by SCW.

August 6th, 1945. As I stood there in front of my F4U Corsair with six 50 caliber machine guns, little did I know that this would be the last time that I would set foot in my homeland. Perhaps had I known, I might have turned down the mission, if my arrogance had not been so overwhelming. On this very day, they sent me and fourteen other Corsair pilots on a mission to protect two Boeing B-29 Super fortresses. Each Bomber was carrying a payload of some magnitude because of all the importance given to this mission. All they told us was that we were headed towards a Japanese city called Hiroshima and by no means allow either of the bombers to come under enemy fire. One of the bombers was carrying a payload called “Little Boy” and boy was that a contradiction in terms. We came under fire by four Japanese Zeros, each armed with two 7.7 mm machine guns and two 20mm cannons. They were heavily armed, shooting down six of our squadron before they themselves were shot down. Fortunately the Zeros got nowhere near the B-29’s allowing us to go on to complete our mission.