Lastnight I logged off LMAO.
Lazs & I were winging as usual. We both agreed that this was our last sortie of the evening, so we launch, he in his usual F4U1A & me in the F4U1D and head south to the nearest furball.
After a kill or 2 a piece, we're both pretty shot up, so we decide to stay till we die. No problem I think, except I've got no ammo, lol.
With bad guys all around, we fly helter skelter into the fray. I eventually find myself on the 6 of a P38. I check my 6 and see nothing but red. There were so many on me I couldn't even read the icons, hehe. So now what you gonna do ace, I think to myself.
I've closed to within 150 yards from the P38 and the thought occurs to me. Wonder if I can get close enough to the P38 that the cons behind me shoot him and kill themselves. Worth a shot! I get so close to the P38, I almost ram him and start watching for tracers. Sure enough here they come! I drop just below the 38 and boom!! I get awarded a kill, hehehe. Of course I get it in the arse shortly after.

Granted, the kill award could have happened due to one of the cons behind me shooting another behind me but it sounds better the other way since I planned it
