Excerpt from transcripts made of my CVR during a P-38G mission only recently de-classified by the War Department:
Auto-climb off roll right look right roll left look left look back look forward/right look forward/left roll right look right roll left look left.
Lower dot 11'ock. What is it? Check radar; no contact; probably bandit. Level flight, increase speed.
Contact! Pos ID Spit. He's pulling up into me, offset merge; He's smart, no HO, knows I'll win. Nose low dip left wing; pull up, pop flaps, too fast won't pop. Look up, there he is. Sounds like Spit V, he's getting inside. Ping! Ping! Blood on the glass, pilot wound; crap! Stay nose high, no WEP available, crap! Level wings, where is he? There, showing his white belly as he rolls back down. Pop flaps, another notch out, roll nose low, auto flaps retract, speed increasing. He's at the bottom of his loop; line him up, FIRE! No hits, I suck, crap!
Overshoot, climb up, wiggle as he shoots, .303s hit home but no damage. Ok, let's boogie upward, big loop now, he's inside again but too far back, no hits. At the top, speed falling off, pop flaps, look back, Spit gaining, getting closer, big trouble now, pilot wound blackout!
---dreams of childhood---rose petals and sunshine---swimming---
Where am I? War! Spitfire falling off but so am I, flaps all out, left wing rolling in stall. WTF? I thought this plane had no torque! Push nose down gain speed, out of stall danger. Downhill run, speed going up, flaps retracting. Spit pulls up, looping, here we go! Pull back stick, gotta get inside. Snapshot! Missed! Crap!
Under me now, where? There! 5 o'clock high, coming around now. Climb! Climb! Climb! Look up, back, there he is following. I'm at the top. Toggle flaps, out, they're all out, nothing more to give. Cut throttle? ok. Nose falls down, favor right to counter torque pull left, gonna pivot on right wing, kick right rudder to speed the turn.
Spit coming up, gun pipper coming around, almost there, almost there, putt-putt as Spit goes by. Crap! Losing airspeed, left wing dropping again. Level wings and acquire. There; high left!
Spit still back there, can't get his guns lined up I guess. Up throttle, nose going down, grab the flaps, let's get fast! Time to boogey.
Ground coming up quick, pull back stick. Trees! Gonna mush into them; Pull pull pull. Blackout!
---angel harps---Grandma?---chocolate bunnies---new bike---
Am I dead? No, nose coming up now. Straight up to bleed speed and get away from the ground, spit still back there, keep going up, then over the top, pop flaps, Spit followed me, there he is. Ping Ping Tower.
No real useful information there, but I figured I'd post it up for entertainment purposes just to lighten the mood. You guys are taking this game way to seriously.