What about a quiet little farm, nothing happening, then empty shell cases tinkling onto concrete, cut to dogfight thousands of feet above, bullet holes appearing on wing fabric, unwinding altimeter, spinning artificial horizon.
Then a rolling scissors between two well recognised aircraft, say Pony D and 190, flaps being selected, burst of fire, blood on canopy followed by guy in his chute and crippled plane crashing into trees, victory roll from winner over airfield, home for tea and medals?