Sometimes, being on the other side of things, can widen your perspective. Well, I am one of those loud mouth

players that is always crying about someone in a 5 inch gun rather than a plane coming out to do battle. Then last night (early morning) I found a fleet sitting of the coast of an enemy airfield with some pretty good action (at first).
The first sortee was a blast, and the first time that I have flown the updated Zeke. My head was spinning like I was possessed, dodging La7s, Brewters, Hurri 2Cs and Spit 16s to name a few. Time2Die got in a nice glancing blow and I lost my wing. But by the time I lifted for my second sortee, the defenders rolled off the field in one huge mass. It was me and maybe 3 other pilots and I counted at least a dozen enemy launching. Considering the numbers and types of aircraft I was facing I circled back to my fleet to grab alt in the hopes that most wouldn't readily climb into our fleets puffy ack. I was correct and I was able to gain a comfortable altitude advantage.
Still the numbers were so great, I could only make short runs into the red swarm without picking up more than 4 or 5 on my 6. So, I darted in and out of puffy ack and watched as one by one the 4 or 5 who had been

so intent on smashing my cartoon plane into the sea, were eaten alive by the Ack Puffy Monster

Finally, the skipper of our fleet mis calculated the arrival of the enemy fleet and we were not able to stand the guns of the enemy Armada.

Knight defenders of A17. I must say that I have not had so many laughs in the game in quite some time. Please forgive my indulgence into Ack Draggin Dweebery (ADD) for one evening. You fellas were much better sports about it than I would have been.
