15.11.2010, 20:02
Mine's not quite as intresting as yours, but here goes,
I was on an escort mission with a set of B-17Gs heading for Germany, i noticed a small glint of light to my left and ordered my men to stay with the bombers while i went to investigate. To my suprise i had stumbled upon a flight of 109s who had been trailing us for some time, i opened the throttle of my P-47D and dove hard into thier formation. My wingman had kept with me knocking out a 109 in the first pass, we pull up, circled, and came again.
The 109s dispersed into two sets, by this time i had called the second element of my flight to join in our game. A 109 rolled to my tail and began shooting me from 800 out, I jammed the flight stick into my gut climbing over, rolled out, and dove. The 109 kept pace however, so I dove a bit more hopping to outrun him. To my suprise I saw my wingman lining him up, saw his guns flash red, and saw the 109 barrle to the ground. (Our fight brought us to about 2000m now.) Then I saw another plane going down, it was a Jug, my eyes flash red with anger as my wing hunted for the last of the 109s.
I stumbled upon him below the clouds about 1500m he jinked hard right avoiding my first burst. I pulled up and rolled over, dove again, peppering him with all i had. This 109 popped his canopy and bailed, i cursed in spite of myself, and climbed back up to RTB.
(this was my favorite story so far
)
I was on an escort mission with a set of B-17Gs heading for Germany, i noticed a small glint of light to my left and ordered my men to stay with the bombers while i went to investigate. To my suprise i had stumbled upon a flight of 109s who had been trailing us for some time, i opened the throttle of my P-47D and dove hard into thier formation. My wingman had kept with me knocking out a 109 in the first pass, we pull up, circled, and came again.
The 109s dispersed into two sets, by this time i had called the second element of my flight to join in our game. A 109 rolled to my tail and began shooting me from 800 out, I jammed the flight stick into my gut climbing over, rolled out, and dove. The 109 kept pace however, so I dove a bit more hopping to outrun him. To my suprise I saw my wingman lining him up, saw his guns flash red, and saw the 109 barrle to the ground. (Our fight brought us to about 2000m now.) Then I saw another plane going down, it was a Jug, my eyes flash red with anger as my wing hunted for the last of the 109s.
I stumbled upon him below the clouds about 1500m he jinked hard right avoiding my first burst. I pulled up and rolled over, dove again, peppering him with all i had. This 109 popped his canopy and bailed, i cursed in spite of myself, and climbed back up to RTB.
(this was my favorite story so far
)