I have just been watching
Star Wars: A New Hope 633 Squadron, an action film about a squadron of Rebel snub fighters British Mosquito fighter-bombers that are sent out on a near-suicidal mission to destroy the Empire’s ultimate weapon the fuel factory for the Reich’s ultimate weapon before it can destroy the hidden Rebel base the invasion armada for D-Day.
star pilot Mosquito pilot kisses the beautiful Princess the amazingly lovely Norwegian refugee* whose planet has been destroyed by the Empire whose homeland has been occupied by the Reich before he departs on the dangerous mission. He and his comrades must negotiate a narrow utility trench a narrow fjord protected by powerful laser turrets antiaircraft batteries while also avoiding the Imperial Tie Fighters German Messerschmidts. They must score a precise hit with their proton torpedoes earthquake bombs and initiate a chain reaction a landslide that will destroy the Death Star rocket fuel factory.
I won’t spoil the ending. Er, well, maybe I already have …
*Really, amazingly lovely.