This is a little story retold and slightly made up (especailly the end). This is my first goes on AH2 enjoy
Take off from base in my current Spitfire Mk.IX after an intruder is spotted approaching us from the south. I quickly climb to 3000ft, when there the enemy aircraft is sighted just above me; it’s a Tempest, most likely armed with two 1000 or 500lb bombs with our base’s name on them. As we approached each other we both open fire upon sending a bombardment of lead at our planes but to no effect. I quickly introduced my usual tactic of tightly turning at a bank vertical to the ground looking above me to keep a visual with my foe. The Spitfire is a far more agile fighter than heavy but powerful Tempest so I quickly end up behind him as he foolish tried to out turn my light-footed Spitfire. Finally with 400m dividing us I press down on the trigger, firing all guns in anger at the attacker, but a sharp dive sent my rounds flying over his tail. I twist and turn in pursuit only to be interrupted now and again by my own cannon fire while still within striking distance of the plane. Eventually I must have hit some sort of control surface as his vigorous attempts to evade me slowed down and allowed me to up to 200m behind him went after a long almost drilling of rounds into his tail the plane exploded in a flame of glory certainly killing the pilot inside and destroying the airframe.
I headed north to engage yet another intruder, this time I could not intercept him as he had already destroyed his ground target and was now chasing a friendly defending pilot. As I dropped to 1500ft to close in and help my fellow countryman I noticed it was a Typhoon rocket attacker. Trading altitude for speed paid off in pursuing the faster plane. I quickly sprayed the aircraft as it too was engulfed with a ball of fire as my bullets struck the airframe. I quickly turned away from the blast to land after a brief ‘thank you’ over channel 2 from the other defender. It was a fast bumpy landing but the tired war-machine didn’t take long to draw to a halt.
About 30 minutes later the siren was ringing again, three of us scrambled to our planes to once again duel in the air. The attackers were coming from the south again, foolishly I thought it was another low level Tempest but I saw nothing. Mystified I kept searching for the small black dot just above the ridge but I saw none. “Bombers, high level bombers!” came streaming over the radio. Looking up I saw a formation of B-17s passing right on top of me. I pulled my Spitfire up sharply to try reach the formation about 3000ft above me but it stalled before I’d even reached within 1000ft of the bombers and I watched their payload devastate one of our aprons, smashing the defenceless hangers which I’m sure would have made survivors rare. “They’ve got to come down sometime” another defender said just before two of the B-17s vanished and the lead bomber came thundering down to earth but managed to save itself at around 3500ft. But could not save itself from mine and a team mate’s guns as we flew unintentionally in formation at the tail of the surviving B-17 determined to avenge the ground crews deaths. As we where firing at the beast and it was firing back, I saw a line of hits drive along the wings and fuselage from left to right and when it reached the starboard wing, it came off sending the white beast tattooed in stars and bars to a watery grave in the ocean below. There were no parachutes.
We turned back towards our base only to find our third comrade being pursued by two enemy fighters, another Spitfire and a Me 109. We quickly began in pursuit, the Spitfire broke off from the race after it realised the hunters had become the hunted. The Me 109 stubbornly hung on. While my team mate went after the Spitfire I remained on the tail of the Me 109 to my team mate’s aid. But to my horror the Spitfire had – while I was concentrating on the Me 109 got on my 6. After a few evasive manoeuvres I realised the Spitfire had become more occupied with my comrade on his 6 than with me. I began to chase the Me 109 again. My team mate who I was attempting to rescue screamed down the radio “Come one you two just shoot him!” his voice lacked desperation but this is fortunate because I in all truth answered “I can’t keep up!”. He agreed to turn to bring the fighter towards me. Shortly after the friendly plane flew just above me the enemy realised what was happening a quickly engaged me, heading straight for me I press down my guns but they all fall under his fuselage as his fly above me. Ascending and turning I bring my guns to bear on the 109 only to miss, I lose my lock on the 109’s tail after some impressive aerobatics. I find myself flying on a collision course with the enemy Spitfire, fly towards each other we open fire. I missed but he did not. Oil sprays itself across my windshield and canopy almost completely covering the entire exterior of the plane almost blinding me, but I can still just about see through the sticky blackness to find the tail of the 109 once more. He swerves to the left dodging my hail of bullets, then up and down quickly in a double bluff. On his way down he caught a round or two and smoke and oil fling itself across the plane, now in a fair fight I take advantage and unload about six seconds worth of ammo into his wounded plane. He sulks down to the floor dragging himself across the terrain until his starboard wing hits a tall tree. The 109 bounces once off the ground pouring out flames until the wreckage strikes it again in an opening in the woods and explodes instantly. No chance of escape for him either.
Now all my efforts were to get home and land safely but the illusive Spitfire that had obviously finished off my comrades was now after revenge for the B-17 and Me 109. He stalked me for about two minutes then pounced. His rounds pieced my tail plane, port aileron and rudder throwing them all into the woods only 100ft below me, luckily the Spitfire pilot spared the rest of my plane and the wreckage of my spinning Spitfire surprisingly softly hit the wood canopy. Drenched in fear I sat holding on for dear life waiting for the evitable. But the evitable ‘crunch’ of the airframe hitting the forest floor came but I quickly opened my eyes to discover I was alive, the plane was written off but I was alive. As I slowly climbed out the cockpit my body ached painfully but miraculously I suffered nothing more than cuts and bruises. I inspected the wreckage; the port wing had been completely ripped off and oil was leaking out a small 303 diameter hole. I then turned to face my surroundings. I’d landed just at the edge of and opening barely under a tree providing good cover, The grass nearby was long and a ants nest lay at the bottom of the tree, the trees beyond the clearing were lit up by the sun and flocks of birds flew from tree to tree. I realised that falling into enemy hands is not an option, this morning I’d already killed 13 aircrew and dared not think of what would happen to me. I had a quick check in my current environment and with a 9mm in hand I headed north towards my base for the long journey home.
But that’s another story…
The end
What ya' think I'll continue the story if you like it NOTE THIS IS BASED ON A TRUE EXPERIENCE WHICH HAPPENED AH2, IT HAS BEEN ALTERED AND EXGORATED TO MAKE GOOD READING. IF YOU WERE INVOVLED DON'T MOAN AND BIT*H ABOUT SOMETHING IT'S LOOSLY BASED ON MY FIRST TWO FLIGHTS IN AH2... ENJOY 
