Well......actualy I had a P47N O` Death up and someone knocked on the door. I put Ole Bessie on autoclimb, answered the door, and had a l`il BS session with my neighbor. I came back and was, at around 27K if I remember correctly, close to Rooks Capital city. I had 15 mins fuel left and a long way to get back to anywhere near friendly territory. It was at this time that I noticed that some moro.........errrr one of our very intelligent players, had tucked our fleet in tight to 80 in the cove just SE. Realizing that thingies that go BOOM makes floaty thingies sink and how Rooks love to make floaty thingies sink, I dropped the nose and blasted through to pork the ord. Low over the water, just leaving , was the Dud in Lancs, got two of them, popped PM boy in the goon , came back and finished Dud off . Oil hit, blood in the canopy, I valiantly made my way to one of our Vbases where I skidded into a ditched landing attempt. Everything after the blonde nurse arriving and prying the cockpit open is a blur and sorta goes dark. I did give my silk flying scarf to the nurse. I hope this pays off after my extended recovery period.
That`s my story and I`m sticking to it.
( Tune in next week for the continuing adventures of Spy Vs Spy )
