Headed for the ships in sector 15,6...flying along at 18k with just 1 squad member...the rest were behind due to disco or ahead scouting at high alt...heard squawk about cons behind us a long way behind us.
We get to a few miles north of 15,7 cross and I see tracers...squad mate says "I'm hit, where did they come from?"...that makes me twitch...I look back, he's going down and there are F6Fs shooting at me...dropped my little eggs and start moving as fast as that little rice plane can go...get hit lose an aileron.
Manage to look around and I've got 3 on my six, 4 flying around trying to get a shot on me, and more appearing out of the sky. I keep flying like my pants are on fire...plane is looking like swiss cheese...those F6Fs keep over shooting me, I get a few rounds off befor they get out of range. Turn, dive, climb loop...
...WTF is that? Seafires!!! Oh hell, I have tracers flying all around me, enemy planes in every direction...and I'm in a slow papier mache meatball...well at least the paint job is bright enough they can get a good bead on me...
I don't have any idea how long that fight (and I use the term lightly) lasted but...that was friggin fun stuff...even though they got me
<S> to those toonville aces in the F6Fs and Seafires by 15,7 cross.
