Rgr that Camo.. saw light hits 3 of the 4 times I squirted at yah. All short snapshot bursts as we crossed. Wasn't till I snagged yer elevator that I did any serious harm to yer 109. Tuff little bird; legend has it.
On the other hand, it only took one cannon hit from you to put the pressure on somethin fierce.. no way the pony was gonna absorb any more of that! Not too many places on a Mustang you can hit with cannon fire without doing terminal damage. If that lone 20mm round had impacted about 10 inches further forward; it woulda been my coolant; a foot or two to the right or left, a wing...
Yep; I'd sure like to fly more missions like that one.. even tho furballs are a blast and I sure enjoy the pounding adrenaline of a 4 or 5 plane furball in the weeds, what with trading off targets, massive SA overloads, instinctive knife-fighting free-for all's... Mindless joy.

Of course; my pony rarely lives long in that kind of fight. Still it's fun as hell and MA dweebery is it's own reward. Instant gratification.
But there's a special thrill to a long CAP ride; stalking that dot; the joy of the chase (RELEASE THE HOUNDS!!!) and then engaging 1 on 1 in clean uninterupted sword fight, riposte and parry, where you have no distractions beyond the target and the terrain, where you get a chance to really probe the opposition and to test his plane and his luck against yours in a furious duel. You and the other guy; thats all. And thats always enuff.

<S!> again Camo. Heluva shot; heluva fight!
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