Zoney
It was I, in a 109K4, which followed you for 6 to 8 miles after your engagement with Cerberus. I drained my MG's showering you with BB's as I chased you across the landscape at Weed-top level. Then, as I sent out my last pellets of love, the radio crackled and the reports of massive numbers of IL-2's started to flood the airwaves. Being out of MG's, but sill having 35 rounds of cannons, I disengaged and returned to base.
As I came over A7 I was amazed by the sea of red twisting and turning everywhere. But as I dove in for what I was sure would be a plethora of easy kills, I was stymied by the icons popping on and off as planes dipped below 500 feet (Not sure what that was about) and I only got to squeeze off a couple of rounds before I was hit and my cannon was jammed. I tried to press the fight and burn opposition E so someone else would have an easy mark, but alas I was chased down by 4 IL-2's that knocked out my engine.
As I attempted to make an emergency landing at the heavily capped, and de-acked airfield, a group of 8 IL-2's pounced and I was vulched just as my wheels touched the tarmac. <Exploded>
At first I was distraught, as the responsibility for planning the defense of A7 was mine, and I despaired that my plan had been flawed. But upon reviewing the logs, and reading, and hearing, some after-action reports, I’m coming to the realization that we were simply overwhelmed by three massive and renowned squads; and that the VF-15 should stand tall because we made a good showing in the face of difficult, no, I correct that, In the face of overwhelming odds.
Salute to the Arabian Knights, the SwampDragons, and 9GAIP. Well done.
-InCrypt.
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