Second Lieutenant Kenneth Maine grinned when the Major announced they'd be escorting the bombers to and from the target. For too long Maine and his pals had to turn tail and leave their fellow aviators right when they would be in the most danger, but no longer! Kenneth would personally see to it every bomber under his wing was able to drop it's load, turn and safely return home. He hoped the Germans had a good supply of coffins ready, for on this mission, Kenneth wasn't going home without a few kills!
"From the rear?" The Lieutenant mumbled as Meyes stated his squadron would provide security in the back. His spirit plummeted; how would he shoot Jerry down from the back? By the time he got to the fight, it'd halfway be over! In addition, the flak guns that were reported to be in the area they would be flying over was of little concern to Kenneth. From what he heard, the Germans couldn't hit the broadside of a barn, let alone the aces of the 487th.
"In other words, we nothing to worry about." Kenneth told his wingman, Lieutenant Homer "Troy" Rivera, once they were dismissed and well on their way to their fighters.
"Right and your saying this from your own experience as a veteran?" Homer snapped. They had never been able to get along well with each other, likely because their mindsets were completely different. Whereas Kenneth saw the glass half full, Homer saw the glass as half empty. Whereas Kenneth saw a chance at adventure and fun, Homer saw a chance at disaster and gloom. Whereas Kenneth saw an easy-going escort mission, Homer saw their deaths.
"Relax, everything will be fine! I'll see you in the air!" He shouted to his friend-enemy as they departed for their own respective Thunderbolts. As cocky as ever, Kenneth assumed all was well with his craft and hopped into the plane without so much as a glance to his mechanic. The ground crew, though reluctant to do so without him personally inspecting his Thunderbolt, gave him the thumbs up to take off.
Within the hour Kenneth had taken off with the rest of his squadron and had made his way to the initial point, waiting for the bomber unit to link up with them. It was at that moment, thirty thousand feet in the air, the American began to have his doubts.