One night long ago four or five Pups decided to fly Spit 1's on Trinity, which meant the enemy had to come to us. I locked up a bogey and started to light him up, but after a bit my wingman asked me is I was hitting him, or just toying with him. The only thing I felt like my guns were doing was giving the poor guy on the other end a headache from all the sounds, but he eventually scraped something he couldn't fly away from. Early war planes are fun, but in the MA the enemy has to be determined to die if they are in a late war ride, otherwise they can just run.