<strong>Dixie Mae Clementine being dropped.</strong><br/><br/>There is something spectacularly exciting about pointing nose down in a plane with no power. As my plane dropped from the hook, I heared the engine roar to life but didn't open the throttle yet. Falling nose down from a zeppelin will give the plane enough speed. Now I could have gently yoked the stick back and pull out of the dive as soon as I could but that would be boring so I kept falling, under control, until about 1500 feet when I opened the throttle and levelled off my Bloodhawk.<br/><br/>Them communists were somewhere above the clouds and I could just see two of them fall down into the clouds as I got launched. While I was under the clouds I was safe from any attack but the other problem was that I had no idea where the enemies were. Not having the thickest armor on my plane, I didn't want to risk jumping out of the clouds like a whale steaming breath right in front of them.<br/><br/><strong>"Calamity Rose to Blue Ridge. What's the location of..."</strong><br/><br/>At that moment I saw a light flash above me, giving away the location of at least one of the planes. I peered through the clouds and pulled the stick, climbing towards my target. Halfway through the clouds I could clearly see the outline of two PR1- Defenders.<br/><br/><strong>"And Nathan the prophet anointed Soloman, king" </strong><br/><br/>One of the quirks I had picked up over the years was that I started singing when the adrenaline rose.<br/><br/>I couldn't remember any of us flying those so as I pulled the stick again, now climbing almost vertically through the clouds and selected my .60 caliber guns and pulled the trigger.<br/><br/><strong>"And all the people rejoiced!"</strong>