Come one, come all, this week the CT is the setting of what many believe to be the best of the early-war plane sets.
Enjoy the thrill of piloting AH’s most delightful fighter, the Hurricane I, in a sky clear of La7s.
Fly a Spitfire without shame. Your wife may stop winking at the mailman when she learns that you’re man enough to strap on an airplane that doesn’t have magic guns. (Ladies, you and your children will still be able to enjoy the pleasant qualities of this classic fighter that requires no special training to fly well.)
Try to change history. Was the 110 an iron dog deathtrap, or, flown correctly, was it really the king of the skies?
Accept the ultimate challenge: fly the 109E-4 effectively against the Spit I.
Or grab a friend, put him behind the tail gun of a Stuka, and sing “Bomben auf Engeland” together as you putter across the channel carrying your 1800 kg semi-nuclear bomb.
There’s something for everyone here, folks. Veterans, welcome back! Strangers, kick off your shoes, give the dog a bone, the kids an X-Box, the wife a carafe of wine and a chick flick DVD, and settle in for an enjoyable evening. Will there be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover? Will Jimmy ever get to sleep in his little room again? Or will he stand atop the cliffs, bloody bits of feather littering the ground around him, watching unmolested Kriegesmarine tug boats push barges of helmeted storm troopers across the Channel?
It’s all in your hands now.
(Battle of Britain. A Combat Theater presentation, produced [this time] by 1Duke1. Participants are warned that guns do not work beyond 200 yards.)
- oldman