whilst I hate Kermit and will seek him out at every opportunity. Our squadron and associates have been voting Pro-Japanese in our poll so far.
Which does surprise me, however, as a fair and free democracy, I have to go with the majority of opinion.
In frame 1 of Krupp Steel, as I performed my duty of protecting our Ju88 pilots with 11 other fellow German pilots, my passion for killing commies intensified as word of Dantoo's La7's engine was seen smoking. I soon found myself with a shot opportunity and I proudly fired at SirNuke's La7 providing him a quick death and soon after I was able to disable the engine of the Allied CO Have. Seeing the reduction of Soviet planes as well as the Ju88 pilots still alive, it was a great moment to be a German pilot of the Luftwaffe.
That moment soon past as my eyes made visible of German planes falling out of the sky leaving my 109G6 as the only one in a position to protect our Ju88s. I continued to harass your fellow P39 squadron denying them any kills on the Ju88s, but eventually your La7 horde came to their rescue. As I dodged a few La7 attacks I took a shot at another P39 when you came along and put that last ping in my vertical stabilizer. I felt cheated and dishonored to have to bow out of this fight since I still had ammo available and nearly my entire plane intact. As I floated downwards from 20k, I quietly turned off my engine as it no longer had a purpose. I still remember listening to the sounds of Junker Ju88 engines roaring away with Soviet La7 and Lend lease P39 engines all around closing in on the now undefended Ju88s.
After hearing the news of the death of all Ju88s, 109G6s and knowing that you received credit for my plane being shot down, my heart was immediately filled with vengeance, causing me to think of nothing else but hunting you down and killing you myself. During our second sortie, our squadron G6s fought bravely against hordes of Yaks and La7s all running from our slower G6s. Our German squad flew tight and together, which probably was the main reason for the hordes of Soviet pilots to fear our outnumbered and alone squadron of G6s. As time past, we Germans suffered heavy losses, but I and two others were able to remain alive and gladly resumed our hunt of Soviet fighters with myself hunting for you specifically. It was now very clear that your death by my hands was your destiny, for I now had a mission not of escort, but of a fighter sweep.
Eventually myself and two other G6s came across your lone La7, and I immediately dove to close in to 400 yards! Sadly our separation would exponential increase after a mere few seconds of closing to 400 yards as the G6's top speed was no match for the La7's top speed. After a sector my two wingmen broke off, but as I had raged filled eyes, I could only see the red from your icon so I continued pursuit for two more sectors. In the end, you ran out of sight never to show your plane again in the presence of any 109G6 for the rest of the scenario.
Moral of story:
The Way of the Samurai is found in death. When it comes to either/or, there is only the quick choice of death. It is not particularly difficult. Be determined and advance. To say that dying without reaching one's aim is to die a dog's death is the frivolous way of sophisticates. When pressed with the choice of life or death, it is not necessary to gain one's aim.
We all want to live. And in large part we make our logic according to what we like. But not having attained our aim and continuing to live is cowardice. This is a thin dangerous line. To die without gaining one's aim is a dog's death and fanaticism. But there is no shame in this. This is the substance of the Way of the Samurai. If by setting one's heart right every morning and evening, one is able to live as though his body were already dead, he gains freedom in the Way. His whole life will be without blame, and he will succeed in his calling.Yamamoto TsunetomoBruv, the empire needs all the help it can get, but to save this empire, it needs the greatest Samurai possible!
Learn to die and you will learn to live.
