There I was climbing out from 157 headed to that big dar bar at 147. The 80th Headhunters had a small presence up with Shuff and Zap following me out. Things were in place for a good fight it appeared. But then! The baby struck! The sounds of a small wannabe Mustang pilot crying in his crib forced me to autoclimb and a quick run upstairs to check on the little boy. Despite all efforts to get him back to sleep it wasn't working. So son in hand I head back down to the computer to say goodnight and see what wreckage was left of my 38G.
Much to my surprise I'm 23K over 147 with all kinds of red below me. Now I've got a fussy 8 month old in my right arm so I'm not exactly ready for combat, but I kick off the DTs and nose down throttled back so I don't compress the old 38G into the dirt. All the while the little guy is crying and trying to get comfortable on dad's shoulder. But no a Tiffie appears and the fight is on. Since I can't. really work the throttle I'm going over the top alot to bleed off speed and start back down again. Finally the tiffie runs. I'm gaining quickly but with a figity baby it makes it hard for a lousy shot on a good day to get hits. FInally the 20mm hit the Tiff's right wing and off it comes. But what's this? Low on the water? Why it;s a goon. The Tiffie had taken me right to him. What the heck, I can shoot down a goon while trying to keep a baby calm. I pull in behind him and boom, down he goes. The little one is getting madder about not getting to sleep so I race head on in towards our field only to be met, HO'd and rammed by another Tiffie so down I went.
But it was my first two kills with a tiny co-pilot crying in my ear the entire time. I can see the book title now. "Matthew was my Co-Pilot" by CorkyJr. The inspiring tale of wet diapers, drool, spit up and tears as a young fighter pilot trys to bring his newest addition to the squadron up to speed.
Its a beautiful thing
