"My plane's probably gonna break up. Come on, one last kill!"
I fire my machine guns more, shredding three more.
I nurse my plane back to the landing strip, and am about to come to a halt, when all of a sudden a missile hits my plane in the rear of the fuselage - near the engines, but not at them.
"stuff!"
I jump out, running away, and trip, firing at any downed enemy airmen that come my way.