Originally posted by DamnedRen:
<< A couple of days ago I surrounded at least 20 enemy planes. Unfortunately for them, they were higher. Instead of hogging all the fun, I gathered them all up and took them over to some friends. Along the way I picked up another 10 or so. Again they were higher and forced to tag along. The whole procession followed me to my field. There the enemy was joined by comrades capping our field. Somehow, and it was pure luck, I managed to "exit stage right" and had just enough gas to land at another field. BTW, that ain't my kinda luck so the Gawd's of AH were smiling on me that night. >>
Hehe! Good post, Ren. (-;