There is much wisdom in that piece
Hate!
>>ANGER: "I will chase that bastard in the F4 down in my Zero cuz he whacked me while taking off from the field. I dunno who he is but I'll get him - even though I have no ammo, no E, no alt and no ****ing hope. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" <<
Yup, thats about where I was last night, lol.
Same guy got me about 4 times in a row in his p38. The first time was a vulch, and I managed to sidestep him winding up 200 yards on his 6. I emptied a whole load of ammo missing every shot
Ok - I was sure I'd get him *this* time. Took off again, but this time the cap over the base had grown. So, I flew past the yak, past the p51, past the spits, cause I was going to kill that p38. Of course I didn't make it to the 38. Another up, another down, the 38 got me again. I knew what I needed - alt.
So I took off a base away, and headed in at 10k. Two countrymen were engaged with 2 p38's. It was a 50/50 shot so I picked one and lowered my nose on him. He disengaged and started to run. I knew I had the right one. That chicken vulch was definitely a runner. My little spit 5 couldn't catch him, so I loaded up a missle and let it fly on channel 1 - "Run you little sissy"
I looked back and saw the other 38 was 1.8
on my 6. I broke, he went up, I went up, he went up a little further, and I just kinda floated. Same old same old, snap snap, one wing, pretty pine trees, tower. It was the same p38 of course.
I HATE that p38
>>DoK was the master of hate. <<
Yup! "Give into the hate"