Here I post a report about an international virtual air battle that took place on June, 22nd in Murmansk. A group of Swedish "aviation enthusiasts", invited by local Murmansk administration (!!!) "challenged" Russian virtual pilots to reenact the "Great day in history", June, 22, 1941. The purpose was to "reveal historical truth". Starting conditions: for each "zveno" (triplet) of Soviet I-16 type 24 - 3 He-111s, 3 Ju-87s and 6 Me-109s. They fought in M$ Combat Flight Simulator, with real weather settings.
Many people tried to persuade Murmansk pilots to boycott that comedy. But the guys were brave enough to take the challenge...
I post a report from one of the Soviet pilots, translated by Yedyge "exec" Kakimzhanov, 228 ShAD VVS RKKA. I only corrected some typing mistakes.
Ok, here goes the report.
Unfortunately we were restricted from installing any soft, so there are no screenshots.
...22 June, morning. 10-00, meeting in front of game club. The weather is bad, it's drizzling, it's windy. I came earlier and smoked two cigarettes getting cold, and waiting for our folks. Folks came in time. The last recon before the sortie. The weather is on our side (we will use real weather). So, our team is 7 men, aggreed to set out for cannon fodder. They are 45. So, all computers of the club are engaged, including administrative one. Primary objective: to cover the port. We don't know what will be Sweden team, and aircraft proportions...
10-30 the local TV appeared. Reporters are setting cameras, running around, asking us to step aside - our opponents must arrive now. No attention to us - it's somehow pity/offencive, cause we will fight for Russia, but they... However it brought a fury. Yesterday test showed that we will be in a difficult situation, very hard. Four of us are experienced pilots, but in F-22... We divided into gropus. Andrew and John were triplet leaders, and I was a flight leader (as a quickly orientating man), other kids were instructed to loose their leaders for no reason at all (or else there was no reason to fly at all)...
Ah, they interview some "mmbr" of Youth Affairs Commitee. "Damn, he must think before talking!.. We have no idea what historical value and major influence of German air industry on development of ours military technics and combat training of Red Army" I really wish I could kill him for such a speach, but must have the patience.
10-45. Here they go. Indeed, in german uniform, as promised. Damn, it's happening on 22 June, in Murmansk, the city that "Fritzes" visited only as prisoners of war. Our fists are clenching.
"Look, they are scoffing", Andrey says. "it's not evening yet", answers one of "youngs" (Oleg, imho). Here are folks jumping and hooting at german uniform. But Swedes are mistaken. They wear Edelweis (yeah, that one) instead of flight uniforms. Now an above-mentionned "mmbr", climbs to front steps (kinda improvised tribune) for a TV interview, and starts to broadcast roadkill as a greeting. Then it was announced that team greeting is coming. Club Director approaches and asks us to come in, because "they don't want to introduce such a tiny team". But our plans are different, and we renounce.
So, the SHOW, part I. Swedes are introduced, one by one (champions!), by names. Similarly, they one by one come in, followed by "mmbr", 2 managers and the crowd (small but applauding).
"... and against these REAL aces will stand a grasp of our amateurs of CFS, the team is small... we shall see wether they can stand at some certain level... may be (sarcastic smile) they can even manage to shoot down a single plane." We are standing spitted in advance. John wants to scuffle, Andrew holds him and guys become angry. I am angry of insult. "not evening yet" I recall, and I feel better. There were no namely presentation, and we come in all together.
Our computers were in separated room, so we could not meet Swedes. Near Swedes' door stands a club security, and a girl to serve coffee. We were suggested to take coffee ourselves. Ok, we are not proud. We take half-liter of beer each, at our expence, or course, and take our seats at computers. 20 minutes for testing and getting used. Well, no comments. Technics is good, joys and pedals are working smootly, without jumps and bugs. Excellent, we are rebooting. Cause we don't know what residents are loaded. Looks all safe. CFS real weather is loaded, connection established, here we go. Murmashi airfield. Gathering at the point. Setting our I-16's into the row. Testing radio (chat). Nerves are stressed. Their observer enters, and our representative goes to them. Actually not ours, but the same "mmbr". Alrite, we trust that they will fight fairly.
Time goes slowly. The beer is vanishing, but there is no take off order yet. We know that enemy is now heading towards USSR State Border. We have right to take off only after they cross it.
