Second FSO- This is back when it was one life only. Pilot wounded in combat, I'm flying my hurricane home, a sector and change from where I got hit. Blackouts getting more and more frequent, I belly into the runway, a wing grabs and the plane rolls, every part that can come off comes off. I'm sitting in the middle of the runway cackling like a madman in nothing but a cockpit. As I reach for the keyboard to .ef, red screen, death. Profanity. All of the profanity.
Another time, launching a 262 on autotakeoff. I'm rolling down the runway and see a truck convoy crossing the runway at 90 degrees. As I'm getting closer, I think to myself, "Can I collide with th-... yes. Yes I can."
When the 410 was new, I upped one with the artillery piece and a fancy range marked sight that went out to ludicrous distance. I happened upon a set of B24s and got behind them. They were 2000 yards away and I put the 2000 yard mark on them and pulled the trigger. The lead bomber vanished. I have not hit anything with that gun since.
So many great memories, friends, squaddies. This game really is one of a kind.
Wiley.