but i feel it is highly doubtful that you're gonna place your trainer behind akak's 38.
Why do you think my sorrow runs deep?
I was in heaven when I encountered a Spitfire Mk IX one day over Furball Island, thinking that this was it! This was the day I was going to meet the Experten of All Experten in a clash of skill (in my mind, one sided as I believed I had no chance at all against the Experten of Experten) that would test my metal to the fullest while hopefully providing somewhat of a challenge to the one I looked up to as a Living God.
Can you imagine my dismay...no, my utter horror to see the one that I had held up to such high esteem go diving past me on the merge and continue until his plane could continue no more and plunged head long into the ground?
As I continued to fly on in a state of shock at having seen my idol die such an unglamourous death that is usually reserved for the Castrati, my spirits picked up when I again spotted a lone Spitfire Mk IX flying towards me and I can see in the cockpit that it's the one I have looked up to with starry eyes coming back! YAY! My hero just had a temporary set back and was coming back to teach me a lesson, one that I was eager to learn as how many chances does a peon like me have to sit at the feet of the Master and learn?
Again, can you imagine my dismay that just using simple vertical maneuvers that every P-38 driver learns on their first day was sufficient enough to gain the advantage over my Hero that led ultimately to his doom?
Two things died that day...Midway and my innocence.
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