Destiny Calls

DESTINY CALLS Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water far below through a gap in the clouds. Missiles hang under delta wings ready for instant launch when an enemy is spotted across the distant sky. An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess and the power of a god, this is a thing of mans own creation yet almost with a life of its own and an electronic soul. Radar eyes see a hundred miles and infrared sensors scan the icy cold sky, fuel drinking engines push Mach2 forth onward and upwards to the battle area, the whole sky. Night falls and stars glint like diamonds on black velvet, light years distant. A faint glimpse on the radar, a skin paint tens of miles distant, missile seekers focus a needle of energy. Enough! A white incandescent light and a whoosh of flame and the missile is on the way, out of sight in seconds, a faint glow dimming. In an enemy cockpit a similar scene is being played out in this high tech duel of chess. Rapid manoeuvres to defeat the devil’s missile and maybe a chance to meet him if you fail. As g-forces crush you and the stars go vertical do you think of your wife or pray you can win this dangerous battle where you are meant to be the best? War in the air, ruthless and utterly cold blooded eight miles above the earth.