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then moving further back into the aircraft to speak to the rest of the men.   Leaning closely to the men on one side he spoke loudly.
    “We’ve been dropped too early.   It looks like we’re going to have a rough landing.   Make sure you are strapped in and hold on!” he shouted.   Smith turned and repeated himself to the others.
    “Make sure your weapons are ready, we are going to hit the ground locked and ready to fight.   Remember your training and watch the man next to you.   Good luck!”
    Dropping back down onto the bench he pulled the straps back on and waited patiently for the landing.   One of the pilots turned around, gesturing to the men that they had sixty seconds till landing.
    Smith shouted, “Brace yourselves!”
    The men were already strapped down onto the bench seating but they still double checked, some retightened the straps just to make sure.   Though the gliders were very manoeuvrable they did hit the ground hard and in previous training many of the paratroopers had experienced some pretty hairy landings.   Of course this time they had no idea where they were landing or even if they would encounter enemy resistance.   Smith looked down, checking his kit and weapons were tied down and ready for use.   Previous experience had taught him to always be ready once they hit the ground.   No time to rummage about for kit when in a firefight.   The pilot signalled again.
    “Thirty seconds people, hold on!”
    Almost as soon as he finished a line of holes appeared across the flooring of the aircraft, each hole about the size of a finger.   Sprays of arterial blood erupted and two of the soldiers slumped forward, both peppered with bullet impacts.
    “Shit!   Get us down!” shouted one of the men.
    “Sarge!” called Humphreys, one of the riflemen, as he pointed to the tail.
    Smith looked back to see at least a dozen big holes torn through the tail section.   They were taking fire, lots of it.   Luckily the aircraft was made of wood and the bullets simply punched through without altering the structural integrity of the glider.   Still, if more of the bullets tore through they could easily end up losing something important.
    The pilots had obviously seen the incoming fire as the glider dropped into an even steeper angle.   From where the pilots were sat their view filled with light as tracer fire tore around them.   The landing was going to be hard and fast but the only way they could hope to avoid the bullet impacts was to get on the ground fast.   Only then could the soldiers on board do their job.   It was only a matter of seconds before touching down that the pilot operated the ‘barn door’ flaps which when lowered, made a steep, high rate of descent landing possible.   The sudden operation of the flaps cut the airspeed and was instantly followed by the release of the braking parachute.   Anything not tied down rolled across the floor as the rapid deceleration felt as though they had hit something whilst in the air.  
    Even this wasn’t enough to prevent the jarring crash though.   The nose wheel hit the ground first, the impact snapping it clean off and dropping the nose down to the ground.   The force of the wheel coming off tore a section three feet wide from the bottom of the aircraft.   As the rest of the glider hit the ground the sprung skid under the fuselage took the strain.   Luckily this part of the aircraft was almost indestructible and stopped the aircraft suffering any other major damage.   Without even bouncing, the glider slid across the field at great speed.   More holes appeared in the body of the glider as small arms fire ploughed through the thin covering of the plane, luckily none hitting the passengers.   After several seconds the glider bumped into the air, presumably striking something on the ground and then came down with a bump.   The right wing struck a tree or bush, tearing off half of the wing and spinning the fuselage around to come to a