Someone shot off my tail from point blank. My plane cartwheels nose high and as it goes vertical my sights are full of Spitfire. Pull the trigger and the kill is mine right before the crash.
And then there's out-scissoring that N1K in my Mossie. That felt pretty slick.
Ooo yah, and speaking of Mossies, how about the B17 driver who learned that yes, you can hit a bomber from 1K with Mosquito rockets, and when you do the whole formation goes down.
'Nother time I escorted some poor ack-wounded enemy back to his airfield in tight formation, just for a change of pace. I'd love to know who that was.