I felt the cockpit shudder as the sleek fighter broke the sound barrier. I never heard the sonic boom, as the rumble of the engines blocked out all noise. Below me is an open field, small specks of fire from muzzle flashes punctuated a seemingly peaceful scene. Several explosions tore into the ground as our force was beaten back by the relentless enemy.

“Target acquired. Grid Charlie Bravo Niner Niner Five. Confirm” I say calmly as I draw closer.
“Strike confirmed on Charlie Bravo Niner Niner Five. Fire when ready!” came the frantic reply, the sound of gunfire filtering through the radio.
“Roger that. Strike confirmed, bombs away!” I reply, my calmness a stark contrast to the skirmish below.

The two bombs fell away, the small computer brain in each guiding them towards the satellited marked location. They slammed into the ground at an incredible speed, and detonated an instant later, a massive fireball erupting, flattening the attackers. That’s why I love my job. We’re angels on wings of fire.