The Great HQ raids The war had been going badly for the Bishops,...down to only a few fields, moral low, and continuous pounding from the enemy had reduced the Bishops to a level of anxiety and frustration that could only lead to further degradation and reduced hope.
But there was a light at the end of this long tunnel for the Bishops. A few brave souls would offer up a spark, a hope....that the Bishop would and could again be victorious.
We move to the Bishop HQ.....
General: The war is going badly for us.
Colonel: The raid on the Rook HQ went well though.
General: Not well enough. We did not hurt thier city, the HQ being dropped was only a small panacea. And we lost 2 bombers in the process!
Colonel: But the pilots managed to get back alive.
General: There was that. We need to be more aggressive, we need a big victory. The troops need it.
Colonel: If I may, General. We have devised a plan.
General: Let's hear it.
The Colonel covers the plan, while the General listens and thinks.
General: You do realize this is a suicide mission?
Colonel: Possibly.
General: You are more optimistic than I am.
Colonel: I like to think our troops are up to the task General.
General: Why would this be any different than the Rook raid?
Colonel: We are sending in 1 more bomber and, this time, with fighter cover.
General: Who you got?
Colonel: 3 fine Lancaster pilots and 2 fighter pilots.
General: Names?
Colonel: MaceEAF
General: He is a good man. A fine bomber pilot.
Colonel: Nomde
General: One of the best. Follows orders to the letter. But didn't he just get out the hopspital with a broken hand from his last sortie?
Colonel: Yes sir. The beer bottle did not have a twist off top,...he managed to get it off,...but broke his hand.
General: Hope he can fly with one paw. Who is the other pilot?
Colonel: Skuzzy
General: WHAT! He is a lunatic! A loose cannon. Didn't he just get demoted for carrying unauthorized material on his last mission?
Colonel: Yes sir,...a BBQ grill. But he is a team player, and can hit the target. He went on the Rook HQ raid and hit the target.
General: Hmmrrph. Risky. Who do you have for fighter cover?
Colonel: BUG and Frenchy.
General: Damn fine pilots. Can we afford to pull them from the front?
Colonel: We either use 2 good pilots or 4 medium pilots.
General: No No.. We have to keep the flight small in order to get this pulled off.
Colonel: I will give the briefing myself sir.
General: Make sure they understand the risk here Colonel. Dismissed.
Colonel: Yes sir.
General: Oh,...Colonel...
Colonel: Yes sir.
General: Tell Skuzzy he can take his grill. Maybe the smoke will confuse the enemy,...or at least make them hungry.
Colonel: Yes sir.
The Colonel flies to A1 for the briefing. The pilots have all assembled,....it is 14:00 hours.
Sargent: Ten-SHUN!
Colonel: As you were gentlemen.
The Colonel lays out an elaborate plan of attack for the Knight HQ. The flight will take the squad through the enemy corridor between fields a3 and a4. The nits have been supplying fighters from a3 to cover and defend a4 for days. Bug would fly cover. Due to the fighters not being able to make the whole trip, Frenchy would releive BUG.
From there the flight would continue due N directly over the "great mountain". Here is where Frenchy would releive BUG. Concerns were noted on this path. If the squad turned N too soon, they would not have the altitiude to clear the mountain and be forced to follow the SW slope of the mountain dangerously close to the nit airfields.
Once over the mountain, the sqaud would turn due W on the sector line leading to the nit HQ. 200 miles from the nit HQ a course adjustment would put them on a direct line with the nit HQ.
Colonel: Any questions?
Skuzzy: Sir,...who is the lunatic that thought up this plan. I have a charcoal poker I want to put his name on. Cause when I get back I am gonna have to cram this thing up that idiots butt!
Colonel: I am the lunatic, son. Make sure you spell my name right.
Skuzzy: Oh puppies!
Nomde:
Skuzzy: Sorry sir,...its just that....well,,, seems like we wont be...
MaceEAF: We can do this!
Skuzzy:
Skuzzy: Ya,....hell ya,..we can do this!
Nomde:
Colonel: Good luck gentlemen. Dismissed.
The pilots assemble on the runway at a1. Taking a heading due W. MaceEAF has troubles with his plane. The group circles waiting for him to take off.
Skuzzy: Damn.....we aint starting too good.
Nomde: He'll make it and so will we.
MaceEAF: Here I come.
BUG: Got your cover guys.
Nomde: Good luck gents
Skuzzy: Good luck all.
MaceEAF: Good luck
BUG: Luck? Who needs it,..we got skills
Skuzzy: lol
The squad moves W to the turning point between a3 and a4. They turn NNW.
Nomde: Keep sharp.
MaceEAF: con 3 o'clock!
Skuzzy: I see em
BUG: On it.
As Skuzzy looked at the con, he could not help but notice the con was flying parallel to them. As if waiting for reinforcements. For a brief moment, Skuzzy could see the enemy and they all knew. The enemy pilot would have no chance on a lone attack, but the enemy pilot had no choice,...just like us.
Skuzzy: con moving in!
Nomde: I see it
MaceEAF: got it!
As the con swept to the 6 of Skuzzy's plane, Skuzzy squeezed off a burst and pinged the plane.
The plane drops to low 6 and makes a run for under the Lancasters soft under belly. BUG was chasing him and tracers were flying from all directions.
Skuzzy takes one more burst at the plane, just as it was about to leave his 6 view from the turret.
The enemy plane lights up like a Christmas tree. Soon, the enemy plane is gone.
Skuzzy: Woohoo! Got em.
Nomde: lol,...got an assist.
MaceEAF: got an assist too
BUG: Me too!
Skuzzy: lol
MaceEAF: Damage check
Nomde: None here
Skuzzy: none here
BUG: none here
MaceEAF: well,..i think the grill should be up here as I got some additional ventilation in the rear,...but all systems are go.
Skuzzy: lol....ya can't have my grill!
Nomde:
The squad narrowly missed disaster, and continued,..turning N for the great mountain.
Skuzzy: looks like its gonna be close
MaceEAF: we can make it
Skuzzy: ya think?
In the meantime, Nomde quietly flies up to the top of the mountain, clearing it by a thousand feet or so.
Skuzzy: WOW
Nomde: Beautiful sight up here.
MaceEAF: con 6
Skuzzy: see em,...wait,...there are 2,...but they look like they are furballing.
Nomde: We better man guns gents.
Skuzzy: oh oh,..only one dot left!
MaceEAF: get ready
Frenchy: Hello gents!
Skuzzy: FRENCHY!
BUG: ok guys, I gotta rtb,...good luck
Nomde: bug, and thx for the cover
Skuzzy: bug.
MaceEAF: bug.
Skuzzy: Frenchy,...you scared the hell outta us.
Frenchy: lol,...sorry got kinda busy back there.
Nomde: good job frenchy
Skuzzy: cc,...good job
The squad then turns due W on the sector line leading to the nit HQ.
Nomde: We best get in gun positions folks
Skuzzy: cc
MaceEAF: cc
Skuzzy: I see enemy activity N of us. Keep sharp. Damn....I forgot to flip the steaks.
Nomde:
The flight continues unabated. Skuzzy, manages to get the steaks off the grill and is having lunch....
Nomde: Skuzzy,...take the lead
Skuzzy: cc
Now, Skuzzy is sweating this. The last time he lead a bomber group to a HQ, he missed the target and almost got them all killed.
Skuzzy: final course correction
Nomde: cc
MaceEAF: cc
Nomde: should be seeing the target soon
Skuzzy: cc
Nomde: vis on target
Skuzzy vis on target
MaceEAF: vis on target!
Multiple enemy contacts from 10 were spotted, but the bomber group held its formation and continued for its first pass at the nit HQ. Frenchy was busy holding off fighters, but there were too many.
Skuzzy: Got a con on me 6!
MaceEAF: here too!
Skuzzy fights off the con,...while MaceEAF extendes S of 10 to the nit city.
Skuzzy: Nomde turn to hit the HQ and I will break and follow.
Nomde: rgr
Skuzzy falls in behind Nomde and they make a second pass.
Skuzzy: looks like 2 more eggs oughta do the trick.
Nomde: cc
Skuzzy makes a quick turn in and drop 2K on the HQ. What only takes seconds, but seems like hours.....HQ Destroyed.
Skuzzy: HQ Destroyed!
Nomde: wtg!
MaceEAF: wtg!
Skuzzy: i got 4 eggs left
Nomde: i eggs too
Skuzzy: where's the city?
Nomde: I dunno
Skuzzy: Mace,...where's the city?
MaceEAF: due S of 10
Nomde: i found it,..due N of 10
Skuzzy: which one?
Nomde: wait,..flack factories....I will get those.
Skuzzy: cc, i will hit city with MaceEAF!
As Skuzzy approaches the city, a con comes up on his 6. He is too close to the drop to stop,...so opts to take the hits and drop the eggs.
Skuzzy: eggs away!
Nomde: I am empty
Skuzzy: got a con
Skuzzy fires and misses the first burst, but nails the con on the second burst,...but had taken heavy damage....
Skuzzy: Nomde?
Skuzzy: MaceEAF?
Frenchy: Skuzzy,...you still alive?
Skuzzy: cc,..barely
Frenchy: I will cover you as long as I can,...running low on fuel
Skuzzy: damage check....no tail or left gear,..no elevators,...oh oh,....i am wounded..
Frenchy: BAIL SKUZZY!!
Skuzzy: NO!...all i wanna do is to get home.
Tower: Skuzzy..we are sending up figher cover for you.
Skuzzy: cc,...i dont think i am gonna make it,..but i am not gonna die over nit soil.....the sheep stink.
That was the last transmission we receievd from Skuzzy. The plane wreckage was found 100 miles from field A2. He had made it home....
Back at Bish HQ....
General: Results
Colonel: 50% city destroyed, 32% factories destroyed,..HQ destroyed.
General: Damn fine job. Casualties?
Colonel: We lost 3 bomber pilots and thier planes.
General: Damn fine men.
Colonel: Yes sir,..I will write.....
General: Colonel,..I will write these letters.
Colonel: Yes sir.
General: Dismissed.
