Last night, I dreamed about a brave fighter pilot mouse who, when he and I were attacked by a plane full of machine-gun wielding bees, defended me by fighting them off. But it was a trap, and when he went after the last straggler, multiple other enemy planes appeared and blew him out of the sky. My character thought he was dead even though I knew he wasn’t, and she panicked and ordered all other pilots to reconvene at a secondary HQ, and go dark on the radio until then. I woke before anything else happened.
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Lt James Bartley and his P-47 of the 353rd Fighter Group
Bartley was with the 352nd Fighter Squadron in the 353rd Group.


