Keeping high cover according to plan.
A bunch of 109s forced us into a slight change in plans.
fifty caliber buzzsaws chewing up a G2.
The law of averages states that eventually, even I can score a kill in FSO.
Remember: chicks dig scars. Just not as many as you'll have.
Enforcing the "
if you get shot down, proceed to the tower" rule.
Succumbed to major brain melt. Was RTB with only 1 damaged aileron and spotted a lone Ju88 making it's way home. I had tons of fuel and ammo, so what do I do? Fly right up the dead six. Repeatedly. Ended up colliding and losing a wing.