Flying through a war zone

Date: 6/10/2018

It was my family, plus another of my friends flying in small little old-style planes through war-torn Germany. Myself and my aunt were in one, my sister and Mom in another, my dad and dog in another, and my grandpa and friend each in their own. Cities were being bombed by mortar-like things, and it was really intense. We flew by to check out a base, and had to dodge anti-air missiles, which was crazy. Then we were attacked by a squad of fighters with similar planes, who we took out. After flying a great distance and witnessing more bombings and being shot at by anti-air a few more times, we arrived at the border, hid our planes, and crawled through these holes to be welcomed to their airport where they didn’t recognize us as enemies, and we flew back to America.