I dream I am flying over forests, then seas, then cities. Then I am swooping down firing my guns at people. They run through the streets like frightened sheep, but I roar at them, kill them with my guns. When I have no more bullets my wings become scythes that cut them down.
The dying days of WW2: Nazi secret weapons draw lines of fire in Germany’s skies. In the depths of a forest the pilot of a ME163 rocket-plane battles not only the formations of allied bombers but a creeping menace that invades both his body and his mind.