For 3 Friday's a month, I get to be a WW2 Luftwaffe pilot. I'm just a pilot, I don't command a squad, I don't lead a wing, I am a lead on a winged pair. I receive my orders. I fly the plane I am assigned, I fly the mission I am tasked with, I follow orders. I do not question anything I am told to do, I follow orders. Maybe after the mission during the debriefing, I voice my opinion to my Wing Leader or my CO.
Much of my enjoyment is derived because I have few, if any, choices. Sometimes the mission is a tough one and I truly do not expect to live. I fly a Luftwaffe aircraft that is dear to my country and our war effort. Not only must I complete the mission but I must also do my very best to bring my plane and myself home, both valuable assets.
I would never consider deviating from orders, even if I did not agree with them, even if I could get more kills for myself. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is following orders.
For 3 Fridays a month, I AM a Luftwaffe pilot.