1. Taking a 262 for the first time this year, spotting a low F6F trailing a squaddie, lining up for an easy kill, %^$%^$&*#!!! compressing and giving the guy a proxy.

2. Taking up a 51B, lining up a high closure rear-aspect shot pinging him the whole way and ramming yourself up the other guy's rear because darnit, you thought you were in a jug and it's fun flying through the debris of your opponent...
3. Letting 2-3 damaged cons land at their field during a sortie, later same night you try to up at a vulched field and get schwacked before clearing the hangar.
4. Losing calibration during a 1v2, stalling because of artificial right bank, getting shot down, bailing, getting strafed and killed after boots on ground. (In their defense I still had my .45)