The tale of the Crimson Pig

It was the last summer of the great war.
We were flying over the Adriatic on a routine surveillance patrol heading towards Istria.
My good friend Berlini was right beside me, he had just got married to my friend Gina, and I was his best man.

But war called so we had to go back into battle right after the ceremony.
Suddenly we were in the middle of the worst dog fight of my life.
Friends and enemies were falling all around me like flies.
I had three planes trying to chase me down, and all I thought about was myself.

Soon I realized I was the only one left from my unit, but the enemy never let up
I flew my guts out trying to get away, my hands and feet went numb.
I could feel myself starting to black out. I was sure I was going to die.
Then suddenly, everything around me turned white.

It was the strangest thing id ever seen, the light was so pure.
I figured I must be in Heaven, then I realized I had just flown into a cloud.
I was so exhausted I couldnt hold onto the stick to fly my plane, but the plane just kept on flying.

The plane then took me above the cloud and into the sky.
It was perfectly quiet, and the sky was beautiful.
Then, I saw this strange band of white high above me.

Enemy aircraft appeared from beneath me and flew past towards the white band.
I saw Berlini and called out to him, but he ignored me.
Then I saw that the white band was in fact thousands of lost planes flying together.

My plane then began to descend back into the cloud, and I blacked out.
When I came to, I was skimming just above the sea. And had been transformed into a pig.
And now I was all alone.

The good guys were the ones who died.
Or maybe im dead and life as a pig, is the same thing as hell.