In a recent thread, one to which I can no longer post <cough, cough>, Del popped up a nice 7-step progression that walks us through the AH personal journey. I think it was in response to something Manawar posted recently.
One point was particularly relevant to me. See, I happened to be in the MA looking for a little knife-fight last night. I'm really trying to make second nature the Krupynski rolling reversal. I'm even practicing it on the way to the "fight". The 109g-14 likes it: rudder right, pull back and roll left. The engine torque favors that direction and, if the starting airspeed is right, it makes for a nice first 360 in a scissor. And you can play with it, pulling up harder, using more or less rudder and aileron, cycling the pitch as you go over. (Thanks,
Violator, BTW, for the guidance on this one). I think Krup does is perfectly and reflexively...
In any case, I'm innocently heading to an enemy flashing base and can see a green dot in proximity. I reckon it'll be a pretty short stay before some clown comes up to fight me. I stay and enjoy the spectacle of watching a guy shuttle bombs to this base, take down part of the town, bail, come back with another load, rinse and repeat.
Meanwhile, no enemy is anywhere in site, no uppers, no nothing. I decide to quit the area and go elsewhere. As I'm leaving, on 200, I get some fairly gentle (the word please was used) request to get the hell out of the area. I comply (I was headed out anyway) and respond with words to the effect of, "yes, fine, there's no action here anyway". Then I get two more comments about how it's such a waste that this martyr took down the town and Wfluffied it and that I couldn't be bothered to, presumably, run a load of troops over there.
I'm not sure my memory is that good but, honestly, I don't think I ever signed anything that said that I was going to support anyone's base-taking clown show - though I can see how somebody might expect the lifting of a finger.
Understand, though, lifting one of my fingers takes effort, and therefore requires compensation.
In any case, I have no malice toward the bonb-and-bailer. He looked like he'd worked quite diligently on his little anthill crusade there, which, last I checked (after another hour in which I was able to go elsewhere and find my fights) looked to still be occupied quite firmly by the enemy.
As for me: chess-piece war? Surely you're kidding. Flying a goon is just a better way to get slaughtered, a thing I need little help to accomplish.
I now know on which side of Del's chart I want to be. You learn things about yourself in AH; ugly things.
