On we go! And the flak keeps blazing away at us. Slowing down into a climb seems futile, if not suicidal. So I stay low and continue to jink. It seems doubtful whether we can do another twenty miles of this, which I reckon is what's needed to take us back over friendly territory.



Together, we roar over a town I don't recognise. Off to the left, artillery fire is falling. It's all pretty chaotic.



Will this be our last sunset? I quickly banish the thought from my mind.



Without warning, I have better things to do than admire sunsets. The engine note fades away and the revs fade with it. I haven’t been watching the instruments since reaching the deck so missed any warnings they might have given me. Have I fallen victim to the dreaded CFS3 ‘all engines or nothing’ failure syndrome? No time to worry about that now - we're going in!



...to be continued!