"This Blois I'm going down! Does anybody copy?!" Static is my reply "Fuck!" my plane goes into a sudden counter-clockwise spiral, I feel the g-forces force me into my seat. Smoke engulfs the outside of my cockpit, I feel extreme heat behind me as my vision goes dark. I pull my stick to the right to correct the spin. My plane levels out, I sigh in relief. "This Blois, I'm hit in the engine and my left wing is missing a section and is riddled with holes" I look to the left to inspect my left wing.

I feel an increasing heat grow behind me. I try to look behind me, as I do I see nothing then the small part of a blue tongue of fire flickered into my eye. "This Blois I'm on fire I'm going down past Dunkirk! Does anybody copy?!" Static again. I pull back on the throttle and push the stick down to try and put the fire out. No change in my attitude, I feel dread as I realize what happened "I lost control of my elevators!" I decide to throttle up again to try and use up the little fuel I have left. I look to my left and see a parachute crash into a tree as I soar over Dunkirk and fly past it. I look down and see tank columns, camps, AA gun. But they weren't firing at me.

I was already about 10 kilometers away from Dunkirk when my propeller started to slow "This is it" was my only thought as my plane slowly started to descend and my nose started to dip down. I tried to unclip my harness as my plane went into a ferociously steep nose dive "It's stuck". I reached 2 000 meters and I was still strapped to my seat. I had given up I just held the yoke of my plane and my rosary clutched within my hand "1 000 meters" I take was what I think would be my last breath and pulled back hard on yoke and set my flaps to the takeoff position. My plane's nose started to lift as I pulled harder as I got closer to the ground. Then a large thump sent my plane crashing onto the ground suddenly stopping me. The sudden impact forced me to black out.

"Monsieur, êtes-vous bien?" a faded voice echoes around in my brain. "Monsieur, êtes-vous bien?" there it is again. "Monsieur, êtes-vous bien?" My eyes slowly open as a dark figure breaks my cockpit open and on instinct I grab my gun and fire shots out the hole

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Arrêtez! Nous sommes français! Nous sommes français!" Somebody shouts back. A young boy peaks out of the hole holding a knife

"Be careful. Sharp glass." I say slowly, pointing at the broken edges of the cockpit

"Mister I'm not an idiot, I know what you're saying I speak English too." The young boy replies with a smile on his face as he breaks away more of the cockpit with the knife "here Sir" he says handing me the knife handle first

I take it and start to cut away at my harness, I'm halfway through as I hear an adult scream "Acel! Éloignez-vous, il y a un feu!"

The boy turns his head and starts to climb off my plane

"Wait! What did he say?" I ask in a panic

The boy stopped and looked at me "There's a fire at the back of your plane there telling me to get out, I'm sorry" he said as he hurried off my plane

I feel the heat behind me increase like a fiery demon crawling from behind, I hurry and cut away the straps. I quickly rush out of my plane and fall onto the ground. 2 adults suddenly grab me and drag me away "Tous partent, il y a un feu!"

They rest me on a tree a couple feet away, I rest up on the tree as I see my plane go up in flames. I prop myself against up against the tree as a man with a horse walks up to me "Voulez-vous venir avec nous?"

"What? I don't speak French sir" I say as I holster my gun

"Come with us? Would you like?" he says patting his horse

"Yes please" I smile "I'm looking to get to Dunkirk can you get me there?"

"Dunkerque? Oui" He nods "Get in cart" he points at the cart behind him

I nod and limp towards the cart. The man reaches out and aids me in it. A crowd comes towards me and 2 men go into the cart with me as the man hops onto the horse and we begin moving "Hi I'm Aleron" He says with an American accent "this is Aluin" he says patting the other guy on the shoulder "He only speaks French, me on the other hand... I'm a French American I can speak both English and French"

I extend a hand "Nice to meet you my name is Charles Blois, my friends just call me Blois"

Aluin is the first who hold my hand and shakes it "Ravi de vous rencontrer"

Aleron is the second and chuckles "He said it's nice to meet you... where you headed?"

"Dunkirk" I say inspecting my leg

Aluin eyes go wide "Dunkerque? Oh non"

"That'll be hard, it's surrounded by Germans" Aleron says pulling out a flask "have some water"

"I know" I take the flask and take a sip "But I need to, they're pulling out soon. I'll just have to sneak past those bloody krauts"

"Good luck, you're gonna need a lot of it" he says leaning back and reaching for a bag "We'll check your leg out, me and Aluin studied in the same medical school. We both got kicked out but we can do enough" he smiled at me

I nodded and stretched my leg out as much as I could. There was a dark round shaped are on my pants.

"Puis-je emprunter votre couteau?" Aluin said as he extended his hand

"He's asking for the knife" Aleron follows up.

I hand the knife to Aluin and he cuts the dark area on my pants to reveal a hole in my leg. Slowly pumping out a red liquid. Only there did the pain start to make itself known

"F-fuck" I grunted and squirmed at the pain

"I've got morphine" Aleron says before pulling out a needle and stabs it into my leg "Go to sleep if you need too, morphine tends to do that"

"Well you're not wrong" I said as my vision darkened

"We'll take care of your leg, don't worry" he said taking out more knives which I couldn't see well as my vision blurred

It felt like a mix of warm and cold which didn't make sense but it happened right now. My eyelids get heavy as I fall asleep in the cart "I need to bloody get home"