lazs1:
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so name me something that you "historical" types do that captures the flavor of WWII air combat.
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I remember one of my first historical sorties, flying a P51 over northern Germany. I got separated from my squad in a quick furball, then found myself alone in the sky with a low 109. Figuring myself a hot-shot pilot I engaged, sure of the quick kill, but almost as quickly found myself going to the defensive and unable to get away. This was one good pilot! As I was about to make my peace with the world, another P-51 shows up, and blows away the 109 on my 6.
I remember flying an F4F on patrol at Guadalcanal. My flight leader called out a group of low zeros and took the flight diving in to attack. I was a little slow to start the dive, and ended up behind the rest of the squad. As the Wildcats made their passes, the Zeros were alert and turned and dodged well. One Zero, frustrated by the slashing attack tried to fire at one of my squaddies, leaving himself a perfect target for my Wildcat as I pulled the trigger and blew him away.
I remember being out hunting over Northern Africa in a 109 with my flight leader during '42. We saw a low Hurricane who I found out later had just been damaged in a big fight, and was trying to find his way home. My flight leader let me make the attack, and although the Hurricane made a hard break turn, I was able to hold with him just enough to get a few hits, and down he went.
I remember flying a La5 at the battle of Kursk. After a long hard battle in which I had claimed two more kills (my 6th and 7th without being shot down), I found a squadmate and we made our way home. While landing, I came in too fast and killed myself through pure stupidity.
I remember flying a Stuka during the Battle of Britain. Our flight approached its target at 10k feet from the east, and went screaming down in our dives on an enemy airfield. We were attacked by a flight of Spitfires on egress, and most of the flight was destroyed. I was the only one to bring my plane home that day.
I remember flying a B17 on a massive, unescorted daylight raid deep into Germany. Not only my squad of B-17s, but (I think) 5 squads of B-17s. We were attacked by several different waves of 190s on the way to the target, but luckily I wasn't hit. As we were leaving the target area, I watch our flight leader fall away down behind us. We kept on, with 190s attacking constantly. Slowly, my flight started to become unglued as more B-17s were damaged, then started to fall behind, then were swarmed by 190s when they fell too far behind the protection of the other B-17s guns. Finally, in our flight, there was just me at the front, Cowboy, who was trailing smoke was with me, and many 190s behind. Cowboy couldn't keep up and I was faced with the dilemma of throttling back to stay with him, or to just keep going. I knew my death wouldn't help Cowboy any, so I kept going. Soon he fell victim to the FWs, and I was to be next! But before the 190s could close, I made it to the coast, and many flights of Spitfires to escort me home.
Damn, this is turning into a wall of text, and I have many more to go! Oh well.
Of course, this is all just a small taste of what has happened to me during AW Scenarios. And I would love for it to happen all again in AH scenarios. Maybe the TODs are going to be as much or more fun.
And also, of course, this has nothing to do with the MA. I just wanted to try to make the point that 'historical' air combat is why I'm here. The MA can be a lot of fun, but if it weren't for at least the hope of a good scenario in the future, I would have left months ago.
However, when I'm in the MA, I just wanna furball!
anRky