Weird, I wrote that post above shorty before going to bed.
Las night I dreamt I was in 1942, in a cramped carrier, scrambling to intercept American bombers.
I didnt know wich was my plane, so I was yelling "WHATS MY PLANE? WICH PLANE DO I FLY?" And out of nowere came Saburo Sakai, not young, but old Saburo from the pictures, he pointed to a Zero and said "That is your plane. Good luck."
I woke up very sad.