Was a blast. We managed to get one semi-organized fight with the FDB's in there. We agree to merge at 7,000 feet. FDB's of course come in at about 12,000 feet (this is their trademark gag).
After that, it turned into just an unorganized squad vs. squad brawl, reupping whenever ya wanted. Then my own squadmate pongo shoots me down, so I switch sides to hut him down. There was much tater-gun use with carnage and runway vulching. I caught SOB in a couple of those 1-second-after-spawn-30mm-in-the-cockpit shots. Twas very funny.
Knocking the wings off 262's is also a blast with the tater gun. Hearing the jumo wind down as it spirals downward seperated from the fuselage.
Lovely.