I fly it all wrong.
I was down low and slow today in the P47. I had made some wasteful attempts at high-speed passes on bogies (ok, not too wasteful, I got a couple). In typical hell-for-leather fashion I found myself going the wrong way with a Yak and 190 above and behind me.
It's clear that I am going to have to reverse if I am to have a chance, as I am low gas and headed deeper into doodoo. After dropping a little alt for speed, I pitch up for a reverse. I point the nose right on those two, knowing they would have to respect 8x.50's, if for only a second. They do, and I seize the opportunity to run. The problem is, the path home is strewn with trouble. A27 was awash with Bishops, Knights and Rooks at this time, and I spot a fellow Rook with 2 cons on his tail. I figure myself for dead, so I call 6 and peel the 190 off of him. The 190 is hit badly, and breaks for ack. I put the nose down again and try to extend.
No good. The Yak has ignored all else for what looked to be an easy meal. I can see he has blown through the pack and is gaining. I'm gonna have to fight my way out...
I reverse again at about D3.0 out. I take a weak snap, and he must have been grinning. I now have little speed or alt, and he neatly rolls to my 6 at about 700 out. So far I could have written the script, then the unimaginable happens...
I start the scissors when he closes under 500. I expect at any moment to look over my shoulder and watch my tail flutter away- but it didn't happen! Not only are my scissors denying him a killing shot, but I eventually get him defensive enough
he has to pull away to extend!
I can't believe it! I begin to move towards home, on the deck, and I see a Zero trying for me. No worries, he is way too far away. Then I see a P38 knifing towards me in a wide arc, and I have to turn to meet him. He is going too fast and blows by. I quickly(?!) reverse and pour some lead in his butt. It looks like he is done for- then I see the cannon fire. The Zero, which had been following the P38, had gotten me. The truth is, had I not gotten greedy, I would have gotten clean away.
This must be a fluke, thinks I.
A little later, Verm is chasing a Spitfire in the same area. I try to cut it off, and we begin to roll about. I can't quite bring guns to bear, so I have to dive a bit, dragging towards Verm. Once he engages I have time to reverse and reenter. The battle wages a bit until Verm takes one in the engine. I see him ditch.
Now it is just me and the Spit- and believe it or not, we work down to the deck in rolling scissors and hammerheads. Unbelievably the Jug is holding its own, and I am getting snapshots, though nothing lethal. Finally I take one in the oil line, and it is clear I have to bug out.
I waited until the Spit tried once more to climb above my head, and broke towards home. I never dreamed I could open any distance, but I did, and the lead only extended as the minutes wore on. I was out of WEP, out of gas, and out of alt, but still the P47 separated itself from the Spit. Finally, inexplicably, my 47 exploded (no, nothing was afire, nor was there anything other than oil damage).
System: Mitsu has killed you
Now I salute Mitsu for the flying and the kill, but anyone thinking the P47 is a pushover and nothing but a hit-and-run bird had better be careful!
