I was flying over the Knight city at 20k feet. Flak bracketed me. I dove, wove, jinked, etc. as I attempted to work my way out. First I took engine damage, and about 20 seconds later, in spite of evasive maneuvering I was, sadly, killed in my cockpit by a flak burst. WIth flak like that, who needs ground to air guided missiles.
The late Fluf