My wife and I went fishing and got home just a few minutes late so i missed the pre launch briefing. I took 50% fuel instead of 75%. After successful defense and bombing targets the return trip looked promising for landing. Alas, my copilot realized we didn't have enough gas to get home. I let him ride the lead bomber down as I jumped into a wonderful new drone bomber that just kept following us everywhere we went. Well the Second Lieutenant didn't figure the gas in that bird either. (Never trust a butter bar, lol). The pony behind me couldn't tell a B-17 from a Junkers 88 then proceeded to shoot me down as I glided down to Mother Earth. (Another butter bar, lol). So there I was in a cartoon tower.
Love to see smoking 262s and 163s.