It's not paranoia, it's merely increased situational awareness
Nothin like bein' at 20k, high as a kite in my Gustav, bit of Pink Floyd 'Learning to Fly' on the stereo, just finishing a bowl when 4 or 5 Red iconned P51s apear slightly higher ( or at least with a bit more alt than me ) at the same time as 'Dogs of War' is unleashed from the speakers.
Hurriedly stash the billy and the weed, grab a quick swig from my drink, engage WEP and charge in, thinking to myself " Dunno who this is, either 13th TAS, or those Braunco Mustang lads, either way, im in for a hiding eventually......but we're takin' this to the deck, the twisty turny divey spirally Looooong way down, mebbe get a snapshot or two on the way down, make 'em earn it"
For what seems like the next 2 hours,( prolly about 3 minutes or so) there's P51s everywhere, behind me, above me, below me....one or two even stray into my line of fire and cop a quick burst for their trouble.
Most of the time I'm looking backwards, just trying to keep my wings out of alignment with the guy shooting at me.....I'd barrel roll out of one zooming Mustang's way, only to find myself under attack from another.
By the time we reached the deck, I was missing an aileron and half an elevator, and had an oil leak, the bright side was 4 friendlies showing up out of no where and catching all these low and slow ponies on the deck, killing the lot of 'em and giving me a kill and three assists.
I had an absolute ball, my hands were shaking, my pulse was racing, and I had an enormous grin on my dial.......straight, it woulda just been another gangbang by a bunch of Ponies
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