Sometimes life has little lessons... lets take last night as an example.
I'm in the main; and as most of you are probably aware; I've been having a hell of a time with the .50's on the pony.. havn't been able to hit dick. Meanwhile; like the rest of us; gunnery probs or no; we've been dodging a rather high number of hispano shells tossed our way by an increasing number of F4u1c's and Typhies.
The main arena forcast nightly sounds like a a broken record litinay.. "Tonight; increasing F4U1c coverage at higher alts in knitland; accompanied by interspersed and lower typhoons.... The eastern bishland approches may expect intermittent heavy armor attacks; mixed with ostwind complications, augmented by low and sporadic hispano platform support"
Anyway; I'm orbiting F5 with a b26; tossin eggs out on acks and tracks, when lo; and behold.. an F4u comes rollin in on my front quarter. I opt for a defensive turn; and he misses most of his shot; pulls up and around steeply, lining up a fast re-engage high quarter six shot. After my break turn; I dive fer the tail position; crank up the guns and suddenly I'm lookin at 4 rockets commin in.
"HOLY SH*T!!".. they cut me in half!!!!
I'm spiraling down, with the front half of the plane.. catching intermittent glimpses of the rear half doin the same thing.. and I reflect that here, in the midst of my personal gunnery crisis.. unable to get the .50's to do what I need 'em to do; outta this cloud of hispano packin F4u drivin knit meatheads comes a guy who's decided he don't even need the damn hispano's..
*WHOSH*WHOSH*WHOSH*WHOSH* I'll see them rockets commin in when I close my eyes fer quite a few nights to come I'll bet... and laff my bellybutton off every time.
WTG Drill!! LOL... change yer squad handle.. "When Hispano's are not enuff..."
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