My favorite story from my AH career was my first ever FSO.
I'd been over here for at most a couple weeks when I came over from the other sim. We were hot to trot for FSO, and things were all new and exciting.
We were flying Hurricane I's if I remember right against 109s, and escorting a flight of bombers. During the melee over the enemy base, I wound up getting pilot wounded and leaking a fluid a long ways from home. What followed was the most harrowing 15 minutes I've ever spent ingame. I was separated from the squad and my engine was going to die soon, checking six constantly as I climbed to get as much alt as possible for the glide home. Blacking out occasionally from the PW. Against all my expectations, I had the field in sight when my engine cut out. I feathered the prop and began my final approach.
I blacked out at about 200 ft alt, came out of it, corrected my angle and started to black out again. I blacked out about 20 feet off the runway, heard the wheels hit, and came out of the blackout as I was bouncing, the plane was off level now, so I hauled on the stick to level out again for touchdown. I was too slow at this point to control it enough, and touched a wingtip. The airframe proceeded to roll down the runway, losing parts in spectacular fashion. I rolled to a stop, no wings, no tail, in the middle of the runway, nothing left of the aircraft but the cockpit, laughing like a hyena. I sat back with a sigh of relief, and as I was reaching forward to hit .ef on the keyboard, the screen went red and I found myself in the tower having died from the pilot wound.
Mrs. Wiley has dubbed the condition that resulted from this landing 'FSO Tourette's'...
Wiley.
