[color=8882be][i]The crash finally came, and his world became agony, he tried to scream, but water filled his lungs, thrashing was useless, so he didn't. He should be panicking, but... he seemed to be watching himself die from outside himself. The agony grew and then it plateaued... It hurt worse than anything Sigurd had ever felt before, still, as he grew accustomed to the pain, his mind began to wander. What would Papa say? Surely he would be proud of his Son, who died serving the Reich, but Mama would weep bitterly and rail against Hitler again... She always said you shouldn't trust a monster to keep his promises. She had gone and bought Hitler's book Mein Kampf, when his name began appearing in the papers. She said the book was full of the most terrible things a person could say, and that he was proud to kill others for no reason other than they were born. She hadn't let any of us, her children read it, not wanting our head to be filled with such nonsense and bigotry. He hoped she wouldn't get Papa in trouble with the SS. He'd seen what they did to people suspected of treason. 

He wondered how his sisters were doing in school, it'd been months since he'd heard from them, something about the supply lines being overstretched, his CO had said. They'd been so happy to see their brother join the Luftwaffe, and had bragged  that he would be great pilot, even greater than the Red Baron had been in the first world war. Mama always asked them if they wanted me shot down like the Red Baron, and they'd always happily replied that I'd never be shot down, that's why I was better than the Red Baron. They had been elated to learn that I would soon be an ace, having earned four kills in the skies above Belgium and Holland. Now over France, I had earned my last kill, though he doubted anyone had noticed it in all the chaos of the dogfight. And in all honesty, his own kill had ended up killing him apparently so it wasn't like it really mattered anyway. 

But... If he was dead, where was he? He couldn't see or hear anything, and felt only fresh waves of agony and searing pain, as he sought more information about his surroundings. Recoiling, within himself, he wondered if he was in hell, or was this the purgatory his catholic neighbors had warned him of? He did not know, and didn't want to know, he just wanted the pain to stop, and soon.[/i][/color]