Vilex

It was shaped like a mini Avro Vulcan.
Painted a bold and bright red.
It floated across the sky, slow but unimaginably maneuverable.
I knew this was one of the finest aircraft ever built.
It dove in and out of the mountain canyons nearby, then did a long slow pass.
A child waved.
I think the pilot waved back.

I was flying an aircraft now, and we were in battle. But I didn't feel like anything was at stake. I mowed down a line of infantry and was hailed as a hero, but I knew it didn't matter because nobody really died and none of this was really real.