Page from "Kangeroo Unit: Fighter Command"
*Here is a page from what I'm working on, besides my romantic poetry, so, enjoy*
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From the third chapter:
Adrian Smart got to Copenhagen, Denmark as he saw lots of Danish F-16As and F-35A Drakens lined up on that little airbase outside the Danish capital. The flag of Denmark was flying as his Danish Squadron Leader walked over to greet him as Adrian Smart still wore his Federal German Luftwaffe dress uniform.
"You must be Adrian Smart, eh?"
"Jawohl, Oberleutenant. Adrian Smart reporting as ordered."
"I'm Sven Anderssen, your Squadron Leader here, this is the Danish 2nd Fighter Squadron. I'm sure your Kommandant, Helmut already told you about the situation with this 'Cold War' out here in Denmark?"
"About the Soviets wanting to re-annex Finland?"
"Ja, Our job as a fellow NATO member is to fight off any Soviet jet fighters. These past few hours, we Danes have seen nothing but Soviet Su-27s and MiG-29D Fulcrums with some Soviet Foxhounds continuely harass Helsinki and it's airbases."
"Damn, that's why you Danish are having such problems."
Sven took Adrian Smart to show him his jet plane, it was a re-fixed F-35A Draken as it sat there in the grassy field.
"Smart, this Draken's yours, That lad was very brave, until some Su-27s flew from behind and his body was shot up from behind him...Helmut tells me, you've been trained already in flying a F-35A."
"Yes, I already have."
"I'm sure I would use you to some extent?"
"In what."
"Blasting the Soviets."
"I see."
Adrian Smart climbed the steps to see the bloody interior of his jet interceptor as he was pretty sure of himself.
"Something wrong, Mr. Smart?"
"Yeah, can you have this F-35A cleaned out?"
"Sure thing, I'll have my ground crews work on it tonight."
Adrian Smart climbed down from it as he picked up his bags, He walked over to the Danish airbase as he saw alot of French and Spaniards there, most of them, teens who were injured from the fighting as fighter pilots. One Spaniard grabbed his arm from his bed.
"Has the war stopped?"
"No, why? I just got here!"
"I'm Luka Rapado, and you are?"
"Smart, Adrian Smart, from Germany."
"You're German?"
"No, I was born in Australia, I only work in Germany."
"Interesting."
From and by David, copyrighted and created by me.
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From the third chapter:
Adrian Smart got to Copenhagen, Denmark as he saw lots of Danish F-16As and F-35A Drakens lined up on that little airbase outside the Danish capital. The flag of Denmark was flying as his Danish Squadron Leader walked over to greet him as Adrian Smart still wore his Federal German Luftwaffe dress uniform.
"You must be Adrian Smart, eh?"
"Jawohl, Oberleutenant. Adrian Smart reporting as ordered."
"I'm Sven Anderssen, your Squadron Leader here, this is the Danish 2nd Fighter Squadron. I'm sure your Kommandant, Helmut already told you about the situation with this 'Cold War' out here in Denmark?"
"About the Soviets wanting to re-annex Finland?"
"Ja, Our job as a fellow NATO member is to fight off any Soviet jet fighters. These past few hours, we Danes have seen nothing but Soviet Su-27s and MiG-29D Fulcrums with some Soviet Foxhounds continuely harass Helsinki and it's airbases."
"Damn, that's why you Danish are having such problems."
Sven took Adrian Smart to show him his jet plane, it was a re-fixed F-35A Draken as it sat there in the grassy field.
"Smart, this Draken's yours, That lad was very brave, until some Su-27s flew from behind and his body was shot up from behind him...Helmut tells me, you've been trained already in flying a F-35A."
"Yes, I already have."
"I'm sure I would use you to some extent?"
"In what."
"Blasting the Soviets."
"I see."
Adrian Smart climbed the steps to see the bloody interior of his jet interceptor as he was pretty sure of himself.
"Something wrong, Mr. Smart?"
"Yeah, can you have this F-35A cleaned out?"
"Sure thing, I'll have my ground crews work on it tonight."
Adrian Smart climbed down from it as he picked up his bags, He walked over to the Danish airbase as he saw alot of French and Spaniards there, most of them, teens who were injured from the fighting as fighter pilots. One Spaniard grabbed his arm from his bed.
"Has the war stopped?"
"No, why? I just got here!"
"I'm Luka Rapado, and you are?"
"Smart, Adrian Smart, from Germany."
"You're German?"
"No, I was born in Australia, I only work in Germany."
"Interesting."
From and by David, copyrighted and created by me.