Urchin, no one ran to the ack, except you. I know, you were trying to kill the M3, which is precisely why I was harassing you with the 51. Yes, I killed you. Nomde finished you when you foolishly HO'd a P47. You chose the fight.
It's amazing. I've seen a few other guys manage the same plane with five or more enemies on them, and they come out smiling even when dead and never fail to give forth a hearty salute.
You whine.
Fester makes a butt of himself, too.
You're in fine company.
