Technically more of a jabbo strike than a true bomb run, but it's one of a rare few moments I get to brag about around here so y'all get to suffer through it:
I think it was a Bish CV, attacking a Rook base (I THINK it was OzKansas). I start out the fight in a shore battery. I'm plugging away, getting my range down, and then I start getting strikes on the Carrier. gun battery after gun battery goes poof, until the stop keeps me from tracking any further.
In the meantime, a friendly CV has closed on the enemy, and as ords are down at the base under attack I move to the carrier, upping in a heavy D-Hog. I lumber up to about 7k or so and roll into a shallow attack dive--fortunately, as I'd more or less cleared the CV of ack from the shore guns I'm virtually unmolested. I pickle off my eggs, scoring two hits on the carrier, but she hasn't gone down, so I pull out, dodging fire from the couple remaining escorts and arm rockets.
I roll back in, take aim and start firing, scoring more hits, but the CV is still up, after my pass I pull back up again and reverse. I line up on the CV, and fire my last 2-3 rockets. *SHIP DESTROYED!*
Well worth the victory roll if I do say so myself.
Of course, the story doesn't end there. I nearly get HOed by a 38 on my break away from the enemy fleet to avoid the escorts (tried to avoid him, but I seem to be a magnet for front-quarter merge deflection snapshots. It could be nearly 90-degrees and they still find me
) and lose the outer half of one wing. I roll out and get the hell out of dodge, aiming for the nearest airfield in vis range--without checking my map. I'm almost there when I realize... It's a BISH field!!!
I haul my bellybutton around as hard as my clip-winged Hog can handle and finally limp to friendly territory. As a fitting end for the hop I managed to stick the landing.
