After Action Report:
With poor visibility and even poorer navigation skills, I eventually latched on our brave commisar. Just as we rejoined our squadron drools, the fascists attacked and rapidly shot most of us down, I broke away and ran for home to regroup, when my aircraft was hit badly. Through my blood smeared goggles I tried to evade and put my airplane down in a field, but a second attack finished me. I jumped but left it too late. Now I argue Marxist dialectics with the choir celestial.
Mooch (the departed)