In 1944, there were moments when the war seened to stop, when one of the youngest Luftwaffe pilots could glory in the sheer exhilaration of flying alone in the quite skies. However, there was also an eternity when those skies spat death and terror betraying not only the people below but the essence of flying... even the skies themselves. That betrayal caused Michael Braak to make a discovery and a decision, each more dangerous, perhaps, than the war itself.