1/72 Stuka

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40 13 February 2023, 17:03

Mr James
One of my favourites ww2 aircraft. A nice clean build

19 September, 23:21

Skyhiker
Dave really nice job. Which kit is this? Please attach the kit to the project.

20 September, 00:17

SlaveOfDystopianEducation
On a rainy and humid day, Jack was depending his life or death on a tiny landing craft on the ocean making its way to the enemy's shore. The thunders and the strong waves made him and other soldiers cramped in the narrow space anxious and nauseous. What if the vehicle just gets flipped by the waves? What if it gets spotted by the enemies while they're on water and can't run to anywhere? Jack could tell his fellow comrades were feeling this way by looking at their eyes. But not Jack. He was somebody who never let fear control his action and psychology. His pupils were filled with combinations of energy, rage and hatred instead of horror. Losing his closest buddy to the enemy aircraft bombing in the past, Jack was totally committed to kill as many enemies as possible to avenge. It would be so awesome to make many enemies feel the pain he had to endure with his own hands. At least that's what Jack believed. The shore was now visible. They were almost there. A few bullets from the machine guns hit the metal surface of the vehicle, making loud and sharp noise. Some soldiers fear and Jack's rage only grew.

Jack was ready to fight. He even thought he was ready to die. He was looking directly forward when he heard some noise that was completely unfamiliar. It wasn't the sound from bullets, explosions or engines running. It was something else. The only thing he could tell was that whatever the source is, it was coming from the sky which meant only one thing. Jack tried to ignore the fear which was now settling in his mind and keep looking at the shore. But eventually looked up the sky expecting the sound's source to be friendly artillery or aircrafts. Little did he know he couldn't be more wrong than this. They were Stukas. And they were flying towards the friendly boats.

At the moment Jack found out what they were and that they are coming for him and everyone else, his passionate strength in his eyes started turning into immense shock and awe even he couldn't control just like other soldiers. He had to realize that him and everyone on the craft were now gonna die even before making it to the shore. Sure, he was ready to die but not without killing others. However, the reality was way too harsh to let Jack achieve what he wanted in the war.

Sure enough, everyone heard the loudest gunshot coming from the aircrafts. The Stukas had begun firing. It hit the other boats around before hitting his. Even from dozens of feet away Jack could see the sparkling on the iron and the huge splatters of blood followed by his comrades screaming in agony. Now it was his turn. He stared at the planes looking for more targets then spotting the boat he was in. Tears started coming out of the despair about the fact that this was the end of him just like his buddy and thousands of his country's soldiers who didn't make it. So he didn't even try to hide or stop it. Instead he closed his eyes, hoping there is going to be something better to have in the afterlife if it ever existed.

20 September, 01:54