A night jump into Nazi-controlled territory isn’t what I pictured when I joined the Office of Strategic Services (OSS). The brutal training at Camp X had prepared me for every situation, but not a suicide mission.
“Captain Jenson, are you listening?" General Travis pauses his mission briefing.
"Yes, sir, General, just having a bit of trouble wrapping my head around Nazi flying saucers."
“Captain, you were picked for this mission because of your background in aviation. You also speak both German and Swedish, and well--your lack of family makes you the best candidate. We even decoded a message sent to Hitler saying they developed something called "Haunebu" and one of our operatives died getting us that picture of a circular winged aircraft. So, no jokes, please.”
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Once inside, stacks of torpedoes ready to be sent to U-boats engulf me. After I set the timer on the torpedoes, I make my way to the underground hanger. Stealing a pilot's uniform, I order the aircraft prepared for testing. Walking cautiously across the tarmac I know this may be my last stroll. With every step, I take my breath catches and have to force myself to release I'm hoping they can’t see the beads of sweat falling from my brow.
I climb inside and hope the controls are intuitive, and my German is still sharp. I just have to get it out over the nearby water and scuttle it in the Baltic Sea. I will be a one-way trip unless I can swim ashore, but I’m not counting on miracles. The aircraft is sinking, and the cold seawater is making my arms and legs numb. My breathing is getting more labored. The "flying saucer" is trying to get revenge, sucking me down into it and my legs refuse to kick. I feel myself sinking.
“Grab him,” an old man yells in Swedish. “Quick before he sinks.”
As I hit a wooden deck and my eyes open and the sky fills with fire, noise, and smoke, then I drift back slowly into
“Captain Jenson, are you listening?" General Travis pauses his mission briefing.
"Yes, sir, General, just having a bit of trouble wrapping my head around Nazi flying saucers."
“Captain, you were picked for this mission because of your background in aviation. You also speak both German and Swedish, and well--your lack of family makes you the best candidate. We even decoded a message sent to Hitler saying they developed something called "Haunebu" and one of our operatives died getting us that picture of a circular winged aircraft. So, no jokes, please.”
“I …show more content…
Once inside, stacks of torpedoes ready to be sent to U-boats engulf me. After I set the timer on the torpedoes, I make my way to the underground hanger. Stealing a pilot's uniform, I order the aircraft prepared for testing. Walking cautiously across the tarmac I know this may be my last stroll. With every step, I take my breath catches and have to force myself to release I'm hoping they can’t see the beads of sweat falling from my brow.
I climb inside and hope the controls are intuitive, and my German is still sharp. I just have to get it out over the nearby water and scuttle it in the Baltic Sea. I will be a one-way trip unless I can swim ashore, but I’m not counting on miracles. The aircraft is sinking, and the cold seawater is making my arms and legs numb. My breathing is getting more labored. The "flying saucer" is trying to get revenge, sucking me down into it and my legs refuse to kick. I feel myself sinking.
“Grab him,” an old man yells in Swedish. “Quick before he sinks.”
As I hit a wooden deck and my eyes open and the sky fills with fire, noise, and smoke, then I drift back slowly into