Story of Charlie Dowzell (4B): Behind enemy Lines
Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:28 amPart 4A here
As I pushed the acceleration pedal down as far as it would go, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my leg. Great, I must have pulled a muscle or something, I thought, trying to ignore the pain.
The 109 was right upon my Jag. It was coming in low to attack. I looked back. It was closing in. I pulled the steering wheel as left as it would go and headed back into the forest.
Behind me, I could hear the rattle of machine guns.
The forest was dark, and the rain was coming down hard. It was just my luck that the windscreen wipers decided to stop working, just to make my life (or what was left of it) even harder.
The firest ahead was slippery, and tough to maintain control of the Jaguar. OVerhead I heard the Messerschmitt searching for me, as I swung the car around and dodged the trees. Fortunately, I must have been leaving the danger of tanks behind. Unfortunately, I realised I had just driven onto a minefield.
I stopped the car and got out. OH joy, now where do I go?
As the 109 came around for another attack, I decided to go down. I hit the dirt as it went overhead. It didn't fire at all, thankfully for me.
Now was my chance. I got in the Jag and drove back into the forest, back towards the danger of the tanks.
I looked out of the forest gloom. Damn! the trees were thin here, and the BF-109 had found me. Swerving the car left to right and with sudden changes of direction, I hoped I could evade it's rain of bullets. Nope. The tracers slammed through the flimsy roof of the Jag as I let go of the wheel and sheltered down by the pedals. The fire stopped. Thank God.
The pilot of the 109 must have thought I was dead, as I heard the engine trail away into the darkness. Creeping slowly back into my seat, I pulled away and onto a road. I must have lost the tanks, but I was in need of a new vehicle - soon. The fuel levels were low, as this car wasn't designed for evading bullets and tanks and German soldiers and going offroad.
After 10 minutes of careful driving, the Jag's engined whined to a stop and I let the vehicle roll down the gentle slope. It came to a stop.
I stepped out. The rain hit me hard like a barrage of knivies, cutting at my face. The I heard it - the 109 was back. I ran to take cover by a small cottage as the 109 once again came down to attack.
I waved goodbye to the car as I saw it explode in a firey, gasceous ball. The Messerchmitt must have thought I was still inside, as I watched it fly the way it had come.
Creeping around the house, I soon found what would give me my true escape..........
As I pushed the acceleration pedal down as far as it would go, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my leg. Great, I must have pulled a muscle or something, I thought, trying to ignore the pain.
The 109 was right upon my Jag. It was coming in low to attack. I looked back. It was closing in. I pulled the steering wheel as left as it would go and headed back into the forest.
Behind me, I could hear the rattle of machine guns.
The forest was dark, and the rain was coming down hard. It was just my luck that the windscreen wipers decided to stop working, just to make my life (or what was left of it) even harder.
The firest ahead was slippery, and tough to maintain control of the Jaguar. OVerhead I heard the Messerschmitt searching for me, as I swung the car around and dodged the trees. Fortunately, I must have been leaving the danger of tanks behind. Unfortunately, I realised I had just driven onto a minefield.
I stopped the car and got out. OH joy, now where do I go?
As the 109 came around for another attack, I decided to go down. I hit the dirt as it went overhead. It didn't fire at all, thankfully for me.
Now was my chance. I got in the Jag and drove back into the forest, back towards the danger of the tanks.
I looked out of the forest gloom. Damn! the trees were thin here, and the BF-109 had found me. Swerving the car left to right and with sudden changes of direction, I hoped I could evade it's rain of bullets. Nope. The tracers slammed through the flimsy roof of the Jag as I let go of the wheel and sheltered down by the pedals. The fire stopped. Thank God.
The pilot of the 109 must have thought I was dead, as I heard the engine trail away into the darkness. Creeping slowly back into my seat, I pulled away and onto a road. I must have lost the tanks, but I was in need of a new vehicle - soon. The fuel levels were low, as this car wasn't designed for evading bullets and tanks and German soldiers and going offroad.
After 10 minutes of careful driving, the Jag's engined whined to a stop and I let the vehicle roll down the gentle slope. It came to a stop.
I stepped out. The rain hit me hard like a barrage of knivies, cutting at my face. The I heard it - the 109 was back. I ran to take cover by a small cottage as the 109 once again came down to attack.
I waved goodbye to the car as I saw it explode in a firey, gasceous ball. The Messerchmitt must have thought I was still inside, as I watched it fly the way it had come.
Creeping around the house, I soon found what would give me my true escape..........
