tapocketa-tapocketa-tapocketa- Blam ! Pow-pow-pow-pow ! . . . tapocketa-tapocketa- Blahh. . . Screaming towards the earth at an un-earthly speed, the BF 109 semi-leveled out ; well enough for a rough landing. Major Galland had to exit the cockpit and get as far away from his craft, before the petrol tanks blew up. . . if they blew up. |
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