Next video is up and what a fun night it was! This is the first installment of a three-part series that occurred over one of our vehicle bases. The entire sortie over only had me in the air for 10 minutes total but there was so much action involved that it was too much for one video.
I have part one and it’s teaser trailer for you to enjoy now while I handle the finishing touches on two and three. After each one is out then I’ll release a full director’s cut.
This was yet again another reason why the main arena can be unmatched! I was the lone aircraft left to protect the base and ground pounders while a few opportunistic Bishops tried to have their own little weenie roast. Not only do we get your standard dog fighting fun but it also features dynamic scenes with two sets of Lancaster’s and some really cool tank matchups too. All three films will definitely showcase the tremendous options that can take place inside the main arena. Everything only happened in 10 minutes of time and the full version will only have a few minutes left on the floor. What you will see in part one is it the shortest of the three and it was just the beginning…
Welcome to
"Dial P47-M for Mayhem!" my first Aces High III trilogy!
Part I: "
Dad Crashes a Bishop BBQ!"
Part II: "
Tanks for the Memories!"
Part III: "
The Taxman Always Rings Twice!"
For the too long too read version, head on down to the films full story write-up below the videos.
Thanks for watching and enjoy!
Don’t forget to select 1080p if it’s not your default YouTube settingDial P-47M for Mayhem! — Part I: Dad Crashes a Bishop BBQ! | 16:9 Widescreen😈 Dial P-47M for Mayhem! — Part I: Dad Crashes a Bishop BBQ! 9x16 Trailer ShortShout out to all who participated and

to my fellow rooks and Bishop battlers, BTBlue, BW1stpar, BWTaxman, DZZ400, LitlBlue, Tankman2, ZE… and anyone else who was in the feeder that I forgot to mention!
Setting the scene…On this night there was a really busy battle with the Bishops happening over one of our Rook airfields. It was absolutely bustling with all sorts of traffic. I’m talking full sector wide dar bars for both of us for a good long time. So of course I did my thing, grabbed myself a P47 Mary in my favorite skin, the cool blue camouflage coat. If you know you know! I was a couple sectors away, pointed the plane towards the action and went to puff on my stogie. Tonight it was a CAO Moontrance which also has a sweet cool blue band. They’re soaked in a vanilla bourbon for a period of time which gives it a really smooth flavor. I usually prefer a much darker wrapper style, but the Moons are some of my favorite treats. I could go on…
Anyways, when I got back on the scene, I was high up over the closest friendly base almost to the action packed front. As I settled in and looked below me, I saw a friendly blue icon. I use a light colored blue for friendly icons on my clipboard. There wasn’t enough definition with the default green. I find the blue to be much easier on the eyes.
It happened to be one of my favorite fellas to wing with and a AH video mentor… DLO52. We chatted for a brief few and then he gave me some ground intelligence he heard over their squad vox. His squaddie Rebel59 was reporting that it was just as crazy busy as it looked from above. Several planes and tanks coming in waves of motivated Bishop brothers. So off we went to put our two cents into the kitty.
Just as we were both about to cross the arc line of our radar ring, I noticed some flashing out of the corner of my eye to the immediate Northeast There was also a dar bar in the adjacent sector to the that kept fluctuating in size and disappearing. I saw we had a couple of that was who were on the ground defending, but did not see a single friendly airplane anywhere in sight. Everyone was at the base we were headed to. I let DLO know that I was going to go check it out and would meet him back at the other party if there was nothing up North. The vehicle base was very close to the main action and just almost inside the radar ring of it. However, unfortunately, both of those bases of ours were nestled tightly on the Bishop front amongst several of their airfields.
Big D and I parted ways and I made my way to the stricken heavy automotive repository. The dar bar was still minimal, indicating maybe one or two planes, and there wasn’t much chatter from the few Rooks on the ground. I was cruising at about 20,000 feet and at this point had about half a tank so I knew wherever I was going I would be pretty light on my feet. The bars to the south were still cranked to the full width of a sector, and I decided that maybe I picked the wrong fight. It was just when I almost turned myself around as I was about 10 to 15 miles out from our vehicle base. Nothing seemed like it was very important so I decided it was time to go back to the big party.
This brief episode of calmness lasted about three whole milliseconds and before I could even blink my eye, everything had changed. It was right at this moment, and just as I was about to jink to the right and head back South, when things changed in a heartbeat. Before I could even flick my wrist, the base became a globular cluster of red. My map was a little zoomed in at this point and I couldn’t get the exact count, but it was these five or six planes, and they all appeared like the abrupt flick of a light switch. It turns out some of them were dogs, Puppies in fact, and these hounds looked to be very, very, Sic-ly!
However, as luck would have it the BT squad and Litlblue took care of of the issue. I’m pretty sure order. By the time, I finally arrived over the motor pool, they had pretty much eradicated the aerial threat. Only BWTaxman’s P-47 was left behind. Even though I was pretty high up, I made a quick reverse down towards the ground and try to get their post haste. As I was descending upon him, he crossed over the base and got absolutely shredded by the ground crew. How this man made it through I will never know and ZE will attest!
There is no way I should’ve missed this. I was in the sweet spot for the P 47M and moving fast at about 600 yards when I fired and in true Mr. Magoo fashion missed his bulky ride completely. I thought for sure I hit his wing but as per usual, just a half second too late. Always a bridesmaid. Taxman turned his smoking plane towards their closest home and was low on the ground going as fast as he he could muster. Still, I was fast enough and high enough that I could come back around and crank on him to make it official. Over the top and around I came while carrying plenty of energy with me to drop him like he was hot. Just as I reached close to terminal speed as he tried to skirt along the ground back home, a bomber icon flashed on the screen.
And thus I was presented with a choice, a split decision many of you have had to make for yourself. Do I chase after the probable sure thing or do I go save the day? I don’t know what you pick in this instance I chose the day. I thought for sure it was a goon because I hadn’t been paying attention to downtime on the base. I even proudly called out. I found the goon! But as it got closer, It was instead a low-level set of three Lancasters and moving at break neck speed at our the base. I called out to the ground team below and told them to get their helmets on as I dove myself fast as FcK right in between them.
My first pass was sporadic best while avoiding being shot at along the way. DZZ400 was piloting this menacing set of buffs and once I passed, you immediately yanked himself apart right to the base. I had plenty of mojo to get up and around and on top as he headfirst into the densely focused AAA fire. I thought for sure he was gonna lose his drones with the way he was banking and I called out to the crew but that was short-lived. I caught one of his outside planes just as it was releasing bombs and lit it aflame as we both screamed over the treetops. By the time I got back across to the other side, he was down to one plane and it didn’t matter. The BT squad and their Wirblewinds sautéed him like some delicately, sliced onions. All that was left for me at this point was to watch the show as he spiraled to the Earth.
The skies are quiet, but the ground was heavy with rumbling. Even though the immediate threat was eradicated, we had some tanks coming in across the river. One of them had already made it across the bridges and was approaching the team. It looks like we were safe from the air threat at the moment and I had plenty of gas and my meat chopper was still pretty flush in my big ole lady jug.
As part one ends, I turned myself back to the ground to help the ground pounders locate their threats. We were just getting started!
Thanks for joining us so far and stay tuned for the next installment…
Part II: Tanks For the Memories!