401st sentai , 27 eagles strong, snarls towards Dajangas
The clouds still climb high, they weave about them, seeking the enemy
The enemy find them
They are out numbered , these enemy, but emboldened maybe by the easy kills against the oscars, the zeros they have had these last days, , they turn into the attack.
401st accept the challenge, and soon, so soon, the sky is filled with the wheeling, circling fighters, the chatter of guns, the deeper thudding of cannons.
Ogowa wheels in amongst them, straining hard, a 51 dancing, dancing maddingly just out of range, just out of his aiming ring...
The 51 weaves , he weaves.
he fires, the 51 screws itself, he misses.
A hellcat fills his miror..there is no time for another shot, now Ogowa has to waeve, and dance, the tracer passing harmlessly past.
he out climbs the shining blue hunter, corkscrews, fires again at a fleeting 51.........and his guns hiss empty
hauling about, taking in the bay below..burning ships..again..........
And the shells rip into his plane with stupifying violence...............shattering the canopy, ripping holes ahead of him, through the cowling...........
Smoke fills, briefly the cockpit, instinct flings the rudder, the stick, he is alive............
But his bird is not..........
The engine shudders, shudders, and stops, the great blade frozen
In stunned silence, the eagle stalls, and ogowa falls from the sky