Romi rain POV

“Yes, I am dying of thirst, and I would like to drink cold water. “No fair!” he muttered. I’m talking to you. They were Messerschmitt 109s, and it was understandable that they should attack on the last stretch of road, for even with extra tanks of gasoline they still could not safely cover the distance from where they took off to where they expected to meet the convoys. She looked in the packet of pesmits and tore one in half, and threw it towards the fennec, that’s what she had heard these desert foxes were called. He was still hot, he was still tired, but not as tired. It wasn’t called a Spitfire for nothing, for the tracers spat out by the eight machine guns on the wings spread like so many fingers of fire towards the enemy and practically blew the fuselage of the plane in front of him, and one of the bursts must have hit the gas tank, for the plane caught fire and began a long fall towards the dunes that seemed to stretch on forever below them.