Defend the Land of the Rising Sun!

It's Sunday, so it's seminar at JO. This time, we learn about Nakajima Ki-84. Impressive and powerful! We fly our coop mission and I have the chance to be a Japanese pilot:

We have to defend our country against the American B-29's, escorted by P-51's. We take off
without looking back, just wishing to have the honor of sacrificing everything for the Land of the Rising Sun...
And the Sun embraces the Land in a foggy, warm farewell! Where are we going? Who are we fighting against?
I feel thirsty, but my soul is empty, I'm already a thirsty ghost behind this big and powerful Nakajima Homare powerplant. Blood-thirsty...
We see the enemy B-29's and we know they are extremely well armed, lethally dangerous.
But we don't care! We're here to kill and die. Nothing more.
I see them approaching, huge wingspan, tens of gun barrels, four engines roaring in agony and hope.
I fire at them, sometimes I miss and sometimes I hit them pretty hard. Only their flames
can lighten my rigid and tense eyes.
I dive aiming at another B-29, my bullets rip his fuselage and nearly hit one of my friendlies. But the friendly plane starts burning, badly hit by a nearby Hayate. He escaped my bullets to run into other friendly's.
Wrong time, wrong place!
My wingman warns me that a P-51 is at my six but my reaction comes too late, his tracers already pass through my fuselage and destroy my rudder controls...
I make a last attempt to fire at a B-29, but my AoA is too steep and I stall. Everything is over! No rudder, no escape.
My plane is spinning, in a last effort I try to open my cockpit, but the centrifugal force makes me want to puke.
I can still feel the large and blue sea opening its huge belly for me, like a marauding vortex...