I'm looking forward to the bomber Mosquito to do low-level NOE intruder missions - but I'm stuck for targets. There are no bridges, radars are inside heavily defended airfields (suicide for low level attacks), and the HQ needs too much ordnance. There are no rail marshalling yards and the roads and rail are indestructable. I suppose the barracks in VHs are possible, but they're tactical. <sigh>
Found this that I posted in November 2003 regarding an AH Mossie Intruder run my son and I flew. They're out there
"Had one of those flights that can suck me into the computer flights last night. I guess I just want to say thanks to the AH folks for making it possible.
It was late and my son and I were flying. He suggests that we try and see if we can fly a Mossie run like the Intruder flights we've read about in the history books. With the present map with all the hills and valleys, it added to the incentive as it allowed us to run on the deck through those valleys as we tried to run in to the Bish Radar.
Most of the flying time was just running 50 feet off the deck through those hills, nearly scrapping the ridges and the trees. As we got closer to the target, flak suddenly opened up from a train that was running on the tracks off to our left. My son was out front navigating the run and I could see his Mossie almost jump from getting startled by the flak. He jinked through it while I swung wide to avoid it before turning back on the run to the radar station still on the deck. We still hadn't seen any bad guys as the target came into view.
Still on the deck we raced through the ack, jinking to throw off the aim and unloaded our bombs on the target. We then raced back out of the flak, taking the occasional hit and turned for home. Naturally with a train on the tracks to the south of us, we had to take a crack at it.
Still on the deck we raced back towards the train. Once again my son was in the lead and he started firing while getting hammered by the flak that eventually downed him. I figured what the hell, and took my shot, only to check 6 and see a 163 diving on me. For the first time I rose above 50 feet trying to get out of the way of the 163 that was way too close. No luck as his cannons sawed off my wing and in I went.
Even though we both bought it in the end, the joy of that flight had us both hand flying and talking about it for a long time afterwards. A goofy way for a father and son to spend an evening I suppose, but it did, for however short a time, suck us into the cockpits of those two Mossies and at least in our imaginations gave us a small taste of one of those WW2 Mossie intruder runs."