[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Author: Von Westerhagen

To live is to fly!

In the autumn of 1941, Dieter Illermann, an Air Force cadet of the Third Reich, met by chance the ace pilot of the North African Front, Haryo Foko.

An accidental encounter created an unforgettable wound.

Since then, the two teenagers with very different personalities have been entangled in each other's fate.

In the era of gunpowder and smoke, there will be no youth and frivolity in the past.

Content tags: Love in uniform, Tough man, Tenderness, Industry elites feel lost

Search keywords: Protagonist: Dieter Illermann, Haryo Foko┃Supporting actors: Ursula Patri, Ingert Foco, Lise Kyuger┃Others: World War II, war, history , Europe, Germany, Air Force, Pilots, Friendship, Shimizu Ambiguity

一

The boundless sky.

There was not a trace of cloud, only a high-altitude plane lazily dragged the gray-white trail clouds across the blue sky.The young man in the cockpit held the joystick in front of him tightly with his right hand, and rested his left hand on the canopy rod at the edge of the window, tapping absently on the cabin wall with his slender fingers.Eyes darkened by the shadows cast by Ray-Ban lenses casually glanced at the dashboard in front of them, and then turned their gazes to the scenery outside the window.Under the endless sky is an endless grassland, dotted with a few farmlands here and there.The midday sun pierced through the front window of the cockpit and shone straight down, filling the cabin.The young pilot suddenly pulled the throttle lever with his left hand, stepped on the rudder, and pressed the joystick in his hand to the front right, and the fuselage flew downwards in a graceful arc.

Switching the control stick to the left hand, pressing the landing gear button with the right hand, and pressing the control stick with the backhand to lower the flaps, the young man neatly parked the small plane on the top of a hill.He pulled the awning pole with his left hand, raised his arm suddenly, and the window opened wide upwards, and fresh air poured in impatiently.He unbuckled the seat belt from his shoulders to his waist, got up and stood on the driver's seat, stepped on the wing over the cabin wall, and jumped out of the cabin.

He raised his arms high, stretched comfortably, and narrowed his eyes tiredly.The breeze is gentle, and the fragrance of green grass spreads in the air.The surrounding area was so quiet that only the occasional chirping of birds could be heard.Time seems to have stopped.The pilot leaned his back on the fuselage, closed his eyes, and let the warm sun shine all over his body.

The sound from a distance made him open his eyes.

A group of farmers was coming from a nearby field, and their eagerness indicated that they thought the uniformed pilot might be in trouble, maybe lost and in need of help.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which soon turned into a child's smirk like a child's prank; with such a smile, the young man turned around and jumped onto the wing, and jumped back into the cockpit.He pulled down the seat belt, increased the horsepower of the engine, watched the pointer of the instrument slide, and waited for a while before letting the fuselage rush out.He waved to the farmers who stood there dumbfounded, then pulled down the transparent canopy and pushed up the poles.The flaps were retracted, and the aircraft tilted to the left/tilted after leaving the ground, and made a very tight turn quickly close to the ground, went up against the wind, retracted the landing gear, and passed over the heads of the farmers.The strong wind driven by the acceleration of the fuselage made the farmers take a few steps back and looked up, only to see the gray plane climbing rapidly in the air and quickly disappearing into the sky.

October [-].

Autumn in the suburbs of Berlin is at its most beautiful time. The branches and leaves full of vitality still cover the trees, the emerald green is sandwiched with golden yellow, and the sunlight passing through the gaps between the leaves shines brightly on the sidewalks.As the evening approaches, the roadside scenery has a lazy and leisurely atmosphere, and sometimes there is a gentle cool breeze blowing by.Dieter Illermann walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, turning his head to look at the people around him from time to time.He was wearing a neatly pressed uniform, without a hat, with short light blond hair neatly combed back with pomade, and shiny black boots on his feet.The young girl walking beside him was not fancy, but she was very clean and elegant.Sensing his warm gaze, the girl didn't look back, but lowered her head slightly, and continued walking forward with a smile on her face.

Yileman turned his head to look at her, raised the corners of his mouth, and stared silently for a while before speaking: "Isn't father happy?"

Ursula Patrik raised her head just now, her dark brown wavy hair fell to her shoulders. She brushed her hair back and said jokingly, "You have been away from home for a year, and uncle is too angry."

"But Adbet..."

"That's right. When my uncle heard that he wanted to follow in your footsteps, my uncle was furious." Ursula teased, "Both of you brothers are quite worrying."

"That's something that can't be helped. He is more obedient than me, but doctors are not so easy to be now." Illerman said.

"So you also know that you are more likely to get into trouble." Ursula said half-jokingly, but also thoughtfully, "Uncle must be clear in his heart, so he didn't stop you. Auntie is very happy on the contrary, and so is Mr. Shenk."

"Of course she is happy." Illerman said, and couldn't help showing a smile. "The two sons don't want to inherit their father's business, but they want to be like her. It's strange that she is unhappy."

"Who knows how promising you two can be? Mom is one of the first few female pilots in the country. Maybe my son will be clumsy and fly in a mess." Ursula joked.

"Come on." Illerman looked at his lover and shook his head with a smile. "It's not like you haven't seen me fly a glider before. Don't worry, I won't embarrass her old man."

He paused, and then continued: "Sergeant Kuhlberg said that I can fly solo after three weeks of training here, which is considered to be a fast progress. The military training aircraft feels completely different from the civilian aircraft. But in When in the air, no matter what kind of plane you fly, the feeling is the same. In the boundless world, you don’t have to think about anything, and you can think about anything. It’s as if there is only yourself and eternity in the world. There is nothing like Flying is even better."

Úrsula did not speak.She watched him concentrate on describing the feelings in his heart, and let out a pleasant sigh as if looking at the most beloved thing.

The train station was sparsely populated, except for Illerman and Ursula, there were only a few hurried figures from their backs.Illerman hugged Ursula lightly, and whispered something in her ear, which made Ursula cover her mouth involuntarily.It was not until the train pulled into the station that he reluctantly let go of Ursula.Ursula turned around and hugged him tightly, and it took a few seconds before she galloped into the car.

Illerman followed Ursula all the time, and when she poked her head out of the car window, he hurriedly waved goodbye to her.

"Remember to call your aunt when you have time! She misses you so much!" Ursula shouted.

"I will!" When the train drove away, and Ursula's figure had long since disappeared inside the carriage, he smiled and said to himself again, "I will call you too."

Illerman looked at the empty track and waited for a while before turning around to return, but he saw a man and a woman getting off the train that had just arrived from one side.The girl was wearing a light yellow long dress, her long light brown hair glowed with a dark golden luster under the setting sun, it was not braided, but was spread over her shoulders.The man was very young, wearing a gray suit with pinstripes tailored in English style, his dark hair was slightly too long, and a few strands of his hair fluttered restlessly when the wind blew.The girl dragged the man's arm and walked aggressively across the waiting platform, her mid-heel strappy sandals knocking on the platform.

"Stupid!" cried the girl, "I can't even find my way home!"

"It's just a wrong ride, don't be so angry." The man seemed to be completely indifferent to the girl's tone, and said lazily and lightly, "Change from here and go straight back to Berlin. I haven't been in it for a long time. The train near Berlin is gone, don't be angry."

"If I knew it, I wouldn't have brought you here! Mom said you know the way, what way do you know!" The girl refused to let go, and strode forward while holding on to the man's arm.

"She doesn't worry about you running out to play alone. Besides, I came back after a lot of trouble, so you should stay with me more." The man coaxed in a good voice, and hurriedly followed behind.

Illerman's eyes widened as they tugged past him.The girl didn't seem to notice him at all, and walked past him like a gust of wind, her long hair bouncing up and down with her steps; while the man turned his head and glanced at him briefly, then hurriedly turned his eyes back girl.

"Hayo!"

The girl stopped when she heard the sound, subconsciously let go of her hand, and turned her head with a frown.The man took the opportunity to withdraw his arm and turned to look at Illerman in surprise. While smoothing his cuffs, he frowned slightly, and looked at him questioningly.

"You are..." Illerman, who just blurted out the other party's name, hesitated for a moment, and changed his words, "Are you Mr. Foko, Lieutenant of the Air Force?"

Only then did the man stretch his brows, showing a relieved expression, and then habitually showed a slightly joking smile: "Hayo Siegfried Rudolf Foko, 27th Regiment." shot to go.

The girl was still standing obliquely behind the man, still looking at them in confusion.

"Dieter Alfred Illermann," Illermann shook hands with Foko, "Second Air Force Academy."

"You can call me Haryo." Foco replied without hesitation, then pulled the girl behind him and pushed her in front of Illerman, "This is Inge, the undisputed sister-in-law."

"You don't live up to it." Inge immediately turned his head and glared at Foco, shook off his hand, and then turned around and smiled cheerfully at Illerman, "