The origins of dogo plane

Dogo plane wasn’t always dogo plane. He was a sad little unloved dog that had no home and lived a hard life. And well as you would imagine, that’s where our story begins…

The legend of Dogo plane

In 1943 he was born a stray with a loveing mother outside an old abandon farmhouse. His mother taught him every she could with the short time she had, like how to swim, catch squirrels, and fight. One day an odd man on a horse went by. His mother saw the bow on his back and barked loudly telling her baby to run. He did he ran so fast. He ran straight into the tall grass and toward the city like his mother taught him to do when in danger. As soon as he entered the grass he heard it, the wiper of a hurt dog. Followed by a loud scream from the man. He then herd him say “GOD DAMN IT YOU STUPID FUCKING MUT.” Then there was silence. After a few minutes of just siting there waiting for mother the sound of the horse trotting away was herd. It was at that moment he knew he was all alone. he was six weeks old at the time. For the next week or so, he wandered around the city looking for food and a place to call home. He never found a home in the city. One day he herd the sound of planes flying over. He chased after them and never stoped. He eventually came to a military base where one man walked over to him and said “hey boy, what’s your story?” He looked at the man, confused. He looked different form the others he had seen around the city. He were darker. He thought it was strange but didn’t think twice about it. He jumped on the man licking his face. “Look at you little guy, wish I had that much energy. Come here.” He picked him up and put him on the back of his jeep and went back to the base. “My names Junior, You know you need a name too little guy. Hmmm, you were chasing mustangs. How about we call you Mustang?” He barked in approval and the two went back to the base to meet everyone. When they got there they were greeted kindly. Everyone said high to Mustang and gave a belly rub. Junior then took him inside to give the review of the mission he was just on and to show the kernel the new member of the squad. He walked in and the kernel went from a serious face to a happy smile. Mustang jumped down from Junior and jumped onto the Kernal to give him kisses. “Ho ho look at you little guy! What’s your name?” “His names Mustang.” Junior said proudly. Mustang barked. “Well he knows his name.” Said the kernel laughing. “Bring him down to the hangers and show him around.” Said the kernel. “Yes sir” Junior said. As soon as Mustang saw the planes he ran to look at them. “So you like our planes huh. You know, we’re going up tomorrow wanna come with us?” Mustang barked in approval. “Alright then let’s show you what you’ll be flying in.” They walked over to the field where the bombers were. “This is a B-17. You’ll be in this tomorrow.” Mustang barked with excitement. “Well it’s getting late let’s get to bed.” Said Junior. The two went to bed in their shack. Junior made a little bed for Mustang out of some towels. The two went to sleep. The next morning Junior was woken up by Mustang happily jumping around. “Alright boy, I’m up. Let’s go to the meeting room.” They went to the meeting room and walked in. The ten other guys all looked at Mustang and then looked back to the board. “Ok men, today you will be flying to Berlin to bomb a power plant. We are only going to send up a few plane on this one to keep it quiet. We’ll have 3 Mustangs go up and the rest of you in the B-17. That should be enough to get this done. Good luck men. Your up in 20.” As the men walked to their planes, Mustang and Junior got on the B-17. The other mustangs took off and then the bomber crew followed shortly after. After about two hours, the squadron started flying over Berlin. “That’s odd, no bandits.” Said one of the crew members. “Yeah now that you mention it this is way too easy. They must be planing something.” Junior said. “Alright drop them” said the man at the bomb sight. “Dropping” Junior confirmed. They waited for about 30 second and saw the explosion. “Alright we got em. Let’s go home.” Junior said. BARK BARK Mustang said happily. As they started heading home they got ambushed by a group of BF-109’s. “Red one to All! 5 bandits 12 o’clock!” Said one of the Mustang pilots. “Alright take care of them. We got precocious cargo on board.” Said Junior. Grrrrrr… Mustang knew there was something wrong with this planes in the distance. He watched as the fighters flew by to engage. After about two minutes the fighters took out 4 of the 5 bandits. “I lost him in the sun! Watch your ass’s!” Said one of the fighters. A few seconds later the bomber was shot. “God damn it! Engines 1 and 2 out! Left wing engines are on fire! We’re gonna have to bail!” Said Junior. The plane began to go into a flat spin. “Get out! Everyone jump!” Junior said as he grabbed Mustang. As everyone jumped and deployed their shoots they were shot by the 109 but when Junior went to deploy his shoot it wouldn’t deploy. Him and Mustang we free falling from 30,000 feet. “Shit! Shit! Mustang, buddy! I’m sorry! I’ll see you on the other side. I love you buddy. I love you!” It was at that moment that Mustang started shaking. He knew he had to do something. He couldn’t lose the closest thing he had to a father too. “BARK! BARK!” He shouted and he started growing and growing into the shape of a plane. “What the hell!” Junior shouted. “What’s happening to you buddy?” BAAAARK! Mustang said in a deep tone. Junior grabbed onto him and went inside the hatch on the top of him. “What the hell is this?” Mustang pulled up and started gaining altitude again they started heading home. The inside was empty but it was all metal on the inside like a regular bomber. “Mustang! Can you hear me?” BAAARK! Mustang said happily. “HA HA! Yeah buddy you saved my life! You really are mans best friend! I love you buddy!” BAARK BAARK! Mustang said. “What do you say we go home now?” BAARK! Mustangs said with approval. And the two flew back home to the air base. Back at the base they were greeted nicely and congratulated on completing the mission. But the kernel came out and said “what the hell is that? Is that a dogo plane?” Junior hopped out and said proudly, “yes sir he is! He saved my live.” BAAARK! Mustang said proudly. “Ha Ha! Well then Mustang, we can call you a new member of the 332 fighter squadron. Welcome to the Red Tails.” BAAARK!!!!! And on that day, Mustang joined the Red Tails squadron and served with them till the end of the war having learned there’s nothing more important than protecting the ones you love.

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