A/N I'm really into these war one shots at the minute. Also I apologise for this.

London was under attack again. German Luftwaffe planes were soaring through the sky and British Spitfires drove them away. Bombs were being dropped all across the ever growing city.

"When do you think we'll be out again?" Whizzer laughed as he sat next to Marvin.

"Don't jinx it Whiz. I'd do anything to be back at home right now. Sitting in front of the fire. Listening to you sing along to the radio." Marvin sighed.

"I love you Marvin." Whizzer said as he kissed Marvin's cheek.

"Whiz not in public." Marvin smiled. "But I love you too"

When the alert came through the radio at the High Wycombe RAF station, Whizzer and Marvin were the first to run out to their planes and take off. They flew high into the mid-September sky and to the enemy. Their fellow comrades weren't far behind.

"Brown! Feldman! Lead the way." Their Marshal radioed through.

"You got it sir!" Whizzer answered and the pair flew ahead.

It didn't take long for them to reach the in coming Germans. Within seconds machine guns were firing. Planes were getting hit. Lives were lost. But the British would do anything to London and the Germans would do anything to take it.

"Brown! Take Scott, Parker and Blackwell and go to the left! Feldman! Take Maxwell, Adams and Thompson and go to the right. Everyone else stay straight!"

"Going right sir!" Marvin answered and the group split.

After a further 30 minuets of fighting. The Germans had retaliated. For now. The small group of men left began to fly back.

"Adams look out!" Marvin shouted. But his plane was shot down.

"No!" Whizzer yelled. He turned his plane round and flew after the German.

"Brown! Get back here right now! The German isn't worth it!" The Marshal ordered.

"No can do sir!" Whizzer laughed he shot at the plane and brought it out of the sky and into the sea.

"You've done your bit now Whizzer. Let's just go back." Marvin said.

As Whizzer turned his plane around, it went down.

"NO! WHIZZER!" Marvin screamed.

"BROWN! BROWN! ARE YOU THERE?" The Marshal yelled "BROWN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

A few months had past since the fight. The Battle of Britain was over but the war was still going. Marvin was sitting in a bunker at the RAF grounds when his Marshal came up to him.

"Feldman...I mean Marvin. We found Whizzer's plane on the coast line. His radio was still working. We managed to salvage it." He handed Marvin a tape and a tape recorder. "I'll leave you too it."

Marvin waited for him to leave. He inserted the tape and pressed play.

Marvin. I'm not going to make it. The plane is falling fast. But at least I know that I have died protecting my country. I know that I have died protecting you. I want you to know that I really do love you. I know it's illegal but at least all our friends and the Marshal keep us hidden and support us. I'm never going to forget you. I hope you never forget me. I love you Marvin Feldman. You are my one and only. I'm getting closer and closer to the ground now Marvin. I'm never going to see you again. Win the war. Win the war for Britain. Win he war for future generations. Win the war for me. Goodb...

It stopped. Marvin looked out of the bunker window. He smiled and held the tape closer.

"Fly High My Pretty Boy"

A/N I cried writing this