Ace Lost Boy, Die

Ace: Lost Boy, Die? 'Panic, panic. Where am I? Misread my compass. I went north and not south. Mother... Help me! Mutti, mutti!' Otto knew how to fly. He learnt at 17. Right now he was scared. His fear sprouted from his toes. Filled his stomach with lead. Hammered his heart. Strangled his breath. Paused his brain. He just could not think. He was lost. Bloody lost! His flying skills counted for nothing. Not if he couldn't navigate. Find his position by map, compass and clock. His shiny new Messeerschmitt 109E, worth a million Reichmarks, would be lost. What would Hitler think? Hitler! I want my mother. Mutti! Help me, for I'm lost. I reached England, covered our bombers and turned around. Got separated from my mates. Where are they? The sky is so blue, so big, so beautiful. The sea looks pretty. I'll die if I end up there. It's cold. Like eternal death. The fuel warning light flickers on. Do I fly north or south? I'm lost! Which way do I fly? No one hears me on the radio. I'll be in trouble if I get back. I've forgotten how to navigate. Mutti, help me find my way back home. Not to France...