Red=Dead
I always assume any red guy landing has just done something dastardly to a knit I know or possibly a squadmate. Therefore it is my honor and privilege to put said red plane, no matter what it's speed, altitude, angle of approach, vector, victor, status of higher education, physical preparedness, marital status or sexual orientation face first in the dirt. Quid pro quo, yippee cay yay, that's how I roll. If it cries while it dies, so much the better.
Chiznit yo 6 homie, 5-0 b' chillin on it.