[ WP ] You 're on a plane , and it 's going down .

Time seems to stand still when you're staring at death. My monitors were dark, my dials were spinning wildly and my comms were just loud static in my ear. I knew my right wing was on fire and my left wing was nonexistent. My nose was shooting flames onto the cockpit window and I figured that at any moment the rest of the payload on my right wing would erupt, sending me to whatever the hell afterlife existed for me. The ground grew larger and larger and I knew there was no point in trying to pull out of this. Four years at the academy, three years in school and five years in the sky and there was n't a damn thing I could do. I was n't even supposed to be here. We were n't supposed to be in this country, bombing these poor bastards. They're just poorly armed mountain dwellers. Why the hell did we need a $ 12 million machine to destroy them? 
 
 It does n't matter. This is my lot. 
 
 The plane shakes violently as my right wing comes loose and flips away, exploding only moments later. Lovely. Instead of an instant and unexpected death, I get to continue to watch the ground spiral towards me. The altimeter was busted, but I figured there was only about 1000 feet left to go. 
 
 The mind moves fast when you only have ten seconds to live. 
 
 Suddenly, something shifted around me. My cockpit window exploded and shot off into the sky. Before I could register what happened, what felt like a pipe bomb went off underneath me and my seat jettisoned from the cockpit. 
 
 Had I... had I pulled the eject lever? 
 
 The parachute sprouted forth from my chair and I gradually began to slow down. It was n't enough. The ground was too close. This was going to hurt. A lot. 
 
 I opened my eyes. Everything felt broken and, judging by my inability to move any appendage I had, a lot was. I was caked in sand and blood. I heard what sounded like an engine and began to feel hope, something I thought was lost at 8,000 feet. I felt a hand on my shoulder and the buckle on my seat was undone. I was rolled over and immediately my hope left me. The gun barrel in my face was not what I wanted to see. 
 
 It does n't matter. This is my lot.
