There was this boy who grew up wanting to be a pilot. When he was young he read books on flying, and watched movies about planes. He told everyone he wanted to be a pilot in the military. He was different from most kids; therefore, he was picked on a lot. Most kids his age played sports, but he would rather study Dogfight maneuvers. When he graduated from high school he got a full scholarship to the top Aviation school in the country.
He was the top student after being there only a year. He graduated with the highest honor his junior year. After graduation he enlisted in the Air Force, and was fulfilling his dream. He sent his time home with family, before going to boot camp. When he finished, he went through the Air Force aviation program, and even there he impressed everyone. When he was told that he was getting his own plane he was so happy he cried.
He made his plane to his liking by putting his call name on the side just under the window which read Reaper, and the picture of a spade with a skull in it. He flew his first mission a day after his twentieth birthday, which was the day the war, broke out. On his first mission the squadron of thirty was ambushed by the well trained Federation air core. He and three others survived the attack.
He received the Distinguished Flying Cross for his actions in battle, and shooting down ten enemy planes. He got promoted to a First Lieutenant, and squadron commander. On his twentieth mission he realized with excitement that the enemy pilots were terrified of him and his squadron. He became an ACE pilot and received another promotion to Major. He flew a total of fifty missions by the end of the war receiving dozens of medals including the Congressional Medal of Honor, and was promoted to a colonel after beating the Federation.
When he retired after thirty-five years of service he had reached the rank of Lieutenant General. He was given the title of the best pilot ever, and he wrote three books. Two of...