“before we had straightened out, Jacko called urgently: ‘ Hard starboard, there’s another only a few hundred yards away!’
I hauled the Beau into a tight turn when Jacko called ‘ look out, he’s only 200 yards ahead and slightly above. You’re closing too fast’.
‘ Christ, I’ve got him,’ I yelled. Above me in a tight turn was another ME 110, and at the speed at which we were travelling we looked as though we were going to ram him. I eased back the stick, put the sights on him, and fired at the point-blank range of about 50 yards. There was a blinding flash as the Me exploded in my face.”
Bob Braham, No 141 Squadron