LWACE --"blow off his wing and other parts, and what do i see appear on ch. 1, haha thats sad loser knit 190 using no tracers or something to that effect, and he went on and on about how i killed him with no tracers, and that if i had tracers on he probably would have killed me"--
I was there and remember it. Couldn't believe it, bit watched the exchange none the less.
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My favorite vulch story -- absolutely 100% true.
One evening about a year ago, we had pushed the **mumble mumble** back to their own field -- A43 on Mindinao or some such -- and were working hard to cap it. We'd gotten most of the ack down, but they were still coming up hard to defend. This night DamnedDoc is flying with us. Now Doc doesn't get up too much, being bed ridden for the past few years, and the chemo hasn't helped his skills or endurance, but he does love flying with us when he can, if simply to goon. Well, his bird got shot up, so he bailed, right over the enmne field, and lands smack on the runway.
Doc, being Doc, decided not to replane but to simply run around the enme field to watch the ongoing action. Soon enough, one of the **mumble** defenders sees Doc's con on the runway, assumes it's some sort of threat, dives in for the strafe, and promptly augures trying to hit that teeny little figure. To Doc's delight, he gets a proximity kill.
Then another one does the same thing. Doc gets another kill.
Then another.
And another. Right about now Doc is starting to laugh his butt off on vox, describing the action.
And another.
And another. Now all of us are watching Doc running in circles on their field, with enme planes already too low trying to strafe an ant and lawn darting in the process.
Doc finally racked up a >>>10 kill sortie<<< before finally getting kilt, and without firing a shot.
Needless to say it made his night, and ours as well.
