Last flight of the night, and one for the books in terms of silliness
Our hero is found on the deck in his usual shot up 38G with 3 Zekes on his tail. Clearly it's the Fall of 43 southwest of Rabaul. As they continue to put holes in me, Soulyss comes charging in from their six. As they are all concentrating on me, they don't see the leaking 38G behind them.
"Don't lose too many parts!" he says as he starts shooting.
Boom, down goes one.
Boom there goes the second before the other one is done blowing up.
Boom goes number three!
And I stagger back to New Guinea in my aerated 38 and no doubt a furious crew chief