The "best moments" thread got me remembering. Do you recall the first kill you got that really felt like a kill? Not necessarily in AH, but in any online flight sim, since most of us came from other places first.
The first palms sweating, heart pounding combat from which you emerged victorious? Or the first time you went in with a prearranged strategy and it worked? You know, the first time you actually felt immersed, like you were a fighter pilot and youd just gotten your first kill! For me, it was in the Historical Arena of Warbirds 2.77....
Was flying solo interference (P-40B) for a 2-man SBD raid on Finnschaven in the Slot map. About 15K, throttled back and cruising just out of icon range to the Rabaul side of them, about five minutes from their pushover, when I saw that gray speck moving in below me. I immediately throttled up and went into a shallow climb to the north to try and get enough alt to dive on him and slash, since I know I'm not good enough to dogfight a Zeke in a P-40 at 15,000 feet. Alert the SBDs, let them know what I'm up to. By the time I feel safe enough to attempt it, we are within sight of them.
By this point I'm remembering all the historical accounts I live on, when a sudden image flashes into my head- Gallands "up and under" attack in Mike Spicks book. Upsun, dive down to his low 5 or 7 o'clock position and come up from his blind spot. He hasn't made any move like he'd noticed me yet, so I decide to go for it. Roll over, nose down, palms sweating... check list complete.
Underneath, he still hasn't made any move like he'd seen me, pull the nose up at about 800yards. Heart is pounding so bad that I can't even hear the engine! Pipper just in front of his prop, throttle back so I don't overshoot, wish I actually had oxygen so I can stop hyperventilating...
400 yards... 300... 200... press the tit, cowl .50s blast away! Hit sprites from nose to tail, lined him up perfect! Black smoke, fuel leak, pixelated fire, tail breaks off, down he goes. Throttle up, climb away from the falling wreckage and getting back into escort position. Feel like I'd just slammed a quart of Jim Beam, know its a game, and don't care. I'd just executed a perfect bounce of a Zero and protected my charges, without even being seen or fired at. That was in the Spring of 1999 if I recall right, hard to remember for sure when I started since I'd had it offline for a long time before I got an account. But I'd been flying less than a month in any case.
I still feel (felt?) that to a lesser extent whenever I pull off (pulled off?) a perfect bounce. And that might be part of why I have such a preference for historical matchups...