I was cruising in my F6-F and happened upon a P-38 ... just the two of us ... I had no clue that it might have been him and he probably didn't give a crap who was in the F6-F.
We merged at about 9K and it was one of those days that my trusty F6-F could do no wrong ... we were connected as one. We tussled and turned for a bit all the while losing altitude. No matter what he did, I had a counter and eventually I gained the upper hand and sliced a wing off on a nice crossing shot.
As the P-38 was fluttering to the ground it then became apparent to me that whoever was in that 38 knew his stuff but still didn't guess it was Ack-Ack as we usually fly for the same country ... when I got the kill message is was Ack-Ack I was set for the night. After all the spankings that he had given me in the past, this one victory made up for every one of them.
I have to admit that I enjoy flying with him more ... he and I use to loose-deuce in the MW and he knows how to give you a perfect setup and he also knows how to follow a setup ... all without saying a word ... seeing as he never uses vox. Many times he and I have landed some pretty hefty kill count sorties.

Ack-Ack