AAR:
The FDB's, obviously drunk and disorderly as usual found themselves a bit shorthanded. I had come along to "ride and watch" to see how pros fight on both sides.

However, the FDB CO stuffed a case of Shiner Bock in my arms and strapped me into a cockpit.
Sadly, I merely provided a handy target for a variety of Assassins in the 4 ( I think) flights I flew. There were happy moments.
In the G10 as I dove low to try and escape the hunters, my dog ran under the computer table, hooked the cable and dragged the joystick about 10 feet. Instant auger. Wife wanted to know what all the cussing was about.

All in all it was a lot of fun. Except of course for the parts where my plane exploded.
I could get on the six of an Assassin but could never close the deal before one of the wingies toasted me.
Excellent teamwork, gents! Was fun.