James Colt, a American farmer adjusting his biplane as World War II, was gaining on his country. He was a voluntary pilot, not that he was a veteran of the skies but just enough to pilot his little own biplane to help in the war effort. Only a farmer, his earnings were only enough to support his family. He inherited an old biplane which was once own by his late father, usually used for crop – dusting as pests were a major problem for his crops.

He intended to use the plane for a greater cause as even if he kept it for his crops, the war would end his days of harvesting. The biplane which he decided must be properly given a name suitable for combat was decided by using ” Moon Tear “. Reminiscing the first time when his father took it to the skies as he sat on the porch of his house, staring up at the night sky luminated partially by the full moon as the plane flew across the fields spraying what seemed like tears that gently flowed as the gentle breeze blew. He had recently refitted it with one 20mm cannon mounted on the nose and due to the weight of this armament he could only installed one of it. He thought at the very least that this armament could compensate his disadvantages as Moon Tear did not have the necessary equipment needed for combat lacking in speed and offence.

On the 9th of September 1942, James walked slowly towards his biplane, the breeze gently brushed upon his face as he put on his leather jacket and fastened his goggles. Today was the day where he would have the last chance to see the land that his father treasured so much as the outcome of the battle would change the course of his life and his family. As his family waved goodbye with tears rolling down on their cheeks, the engine started up with a roar as he did his last minute preparations before the take off, getting the feeling that everything would be fine he waved back and brought his plane to the maximum speed as the engine propelled the plane in the air soaring above the citizens that he hoped to protect.

In a distance he saw a squadron of P-51 Mustangs flying in a formation at breakneck speed. He joined in the formation tailing behind the last member as the squadron leader radioed in of a possible attack by the Japanese in the far northern area. The pilots of the Mustangs were glad to see him as they said one more soldier is one more victory.