Tsnow
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« Reply #2 on: March 18, 2007, 02:04:27 AM » |
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I Cranked up the engine of the the old 109, and with a quick glance at Bison my wingman,
I throttled up and began to taxi down the runway. The escort group rose in pairs in front of me,
Olds694, Rowdy1, Blutick, Tictok, HeavyH, Oldtard, Speede, Vadderr, TeeeRex, Sondog.
We ran an uneventful intercept course and at first call of visual contact we turned west in front
of the Ju88's.
In a matter of moments a hurricane was spotted, Bison and I turned in on him trying to divert him
from the bomber group. In my head I kept repeating don't turn with him, I dropped down on his
six and the three of us danced for a couple of minutes. Bison broke my target fixation by informing
me we had lost sight of the bomber group so we nosed down and broke free of the hurr.
As we crossed the channel we spotted Rowdy playing with a couple of spits, we dropped in on them,
and this time I forgot not to turn with them. In no time I had lost my E and was in trouble. I nosed
down and tried to break free of the fight. In a matter of moments, my tail was cleared and Rowdy
and his wingman had the spits whittled down.
The Ju88 pilots began to call for help and I realized how far away we had let the bomber group
get from us. Bison and I raced towards the targets. We spotted Ghosth on his RTB with a spit on his
tail. We turned in on him drawing the spit off. Again I forgot and began to turn fight with the British
bird. I lost visual contact, for just a second and that was all it took. I heard the cannon rounds rip into
my 109. Blood and oil splattered my windshield, and the plane began to spin out of control.
I bailed out of the burning plane and watched as Bison and the spit continued to duel. The fight grew
further and furtheraway, until I was alone in the sky.
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