my last escort sortie saw me flying over our own field at 15,000 in a P51D. lots of low cons and nits all defending on all fronts from a jam packed furball around the base.
Ok, im thinking, picking 20 kills is going to be fun.
hang on, co-alt F6F just came into icons and appears to be blazing at me at some tremendous speed. we merged cold yards apart and looped around each other in a climbing spiral to the limits of our speed and went right back into a reverse corkscrew on the way down, neck and neck.
This guy is good, is it Greebo? no. i would be dead already. what am i thinking? better do something.
pulling out of the spiral dive at about 10,000 i try to hang back and commence firing but this dang f6f isnt having it he still wants to stay in rolling fight, we continue full flaps at 10k for a minute rolling over and over so close to a gunsolution but nothing giving either way.
Suddenly the F6f drops a wing in an overstretch on its tight diving roll, throttle at 0% i roll in and gain the shot i need, the f6f has recovered in a second and is pulling back up his scissor through my guns and i fire and get a good number of hits from 60yrds with my right wing guns, but the stubborn hellcat ploughs through the rounds like they were tiny chunks of lead flying at a tank of a fighter painted blue.
the kitty rolls high now, over my 110mph pony and settles neatly at 300 yrds, guns right on me and gaining speed, he opens up a long burst and saws my plane apart.
System: Mako48 shot you down
you have been killed
