"I think I see the bombers!", one of the Yamato searchlight operators yelled out, moving the searchlight at a spot in the sky. His superior looks at where he is pointing with a pair of binoculars, and grumbles.
"It's ours. Fighters to find the bombers. Keep searching." The searchlight waves passed the fighter planes to other parts of the night sky.
There was a flash of explosions like thunder and lightning in the sky before burning pieces started falling back down.
"Did we shoot down the bombers?" the same person excitedly ask, believing their planes shot down the evil Ruthenian bombers.
The other searchlight beam converges on the falling flaming wreckage dropping into the city.
The superior points his binoculars at the burning objects and was shocked.
"No. It is ours. Our planes got shot down."
The heavier pieces of Yamato fighter planes crash into the city with a loud distant crunch as they hit whatever it is landing on.
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