I was just entering the open area that surrounds the Red town with an M3 carrying troops. A Red 109 or 190, I can not remember which, landed with a dead engine right in front of me. My mind said let the red have his ditch. I was about to take his base anyway.
Then the
pushed chivalry out of my thoughts and made me squeeze the M3's 50 cal trigger till the Red plane exploded.
Went to the map room waiting just a few seconds for the last gun to be taken down. Just as it went down, I released the troops. I counted them as they entered the map room 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 . . . then hear a buzsaw sweeping my way. Me and my last troop went up in smoke. The same innocent red I had dispatched just before he towered with a ditch saved his base and got my kill, and his revenge.
Pay back is a B.
to the Red.
