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Through his sights, he saw the massive silhouette of an enemy carrier. He wasn't just a pilot; he was the thin line between a peaceful home and a horizon of smoke. With a steady hand, Jack dove. Download Battlestations: Midway PC Game 2007
Jack climbed into the cockpit, the familiar scent of oil and worn leather grounding him. As he throttled up, the deck vanished beneath him. To his left, the sea was a churning slate gray; to his right, a wall of anti-aircraft fire began to stitch the sky. "Miller