... because you have to be a Goon yourself to fly one or, more to the point, respond to the many premature calls like
”bring goon to xxx”.My cheapo Oxford paperback dictionary lists two meanings for the word
Goon.
- A stupid person
- (especially in America) a hired ruffian
Some while ago, I was gooning to a field as requested. I had to go high to get over some mountains, then make a right turn into the town. There were about 20 friendlies capping the base, but they were all way down low – vulch height. No-one was on hand to make sure the town stayed down, and no-one was prepared to offer goon cover. A lone 190 had come from the nearest field, and instead of diving on the cons, he maintained altitude. Smart 190. He seemed to know that the 20-odd friends of mine were too busy vulching one or two zekes to cover me, so I was dead meat. I had called (three times) for cover, but was told
town is down. Smacked of
Drop your own troops and do not disturb us – we are having too much fun vulching and scorepadding.This morning I was online for a brief session – 30-40 minutes. Not enough time for any serious war planning. I think a lot of kids were online, judging from the Ch1 banter. Goons were being summoned all over the shop!
Get a goon to A5, went up the cry. OK, I’ll do it. A5 was a lone rook base between a knit base and a bish base. Having levelled the town, no-one bothered to provide cap, so guess what? The knits got it instead. And I have to hand it to them! I bailed.
Next, A53 to A35.
Goon needed at A35! lit up the text buffer. OK, I’m going. Having got into the area there’s only one other Bish talking to me. The others are dogfighting, out of voxx range. No cover, no support, and town not quite flat! Anyway, it didn’t matter, as a Spit made an immelman as to get on my 6 and kill my C47. I’ll give it one more shot...
...Upped a second goon. Three greens ahead of me on radar display, but those guys were on a suicide mission – disappeared from radar, and I watched as the bardar shrank to almost nothing. Just one friendly left, and he wouldn’t talk to me.
xxxxxx I’m in a goon and need a sitrep I asked. No answer.
xxxxxx Can you say if there are cons present? Is the town flat? Can you cover me? No answer. The pilot in question was a P51 on a reciprocal heading. Maybe he was anxious to RTB to land his vulches – who knows. The zeke chasing him broke off the somewhat futile chase, and came for me instead. With no support, no cap, and no sitrep, I decided enough was enough, and bailed.
OK, fellas. Two goons is all you’re getting out of me. If you can’t be bothered to protect the resources you call for, you can drive your own goon. Reminds me of those fighter jocks who call for jabo at the field to de-ack – just so they can vulch.
Maybe I’m stupid, but not that stupid. How is it for you other Goon jocks?