I logged in and being I have leather in the closet from former days, I dusted them off and grabbed a G10.
It's a 109, I used to fly'um way back when, and old friend..
Took off and climbed to the clouds to do my part for the Fatherland..
I got up REALLY high, above the clouds. Gonna sneak in an out of them and pounce on the ruskies in their pathetic La7's..
I hate Lags.
So peakin in an out, when I was REALLY high, I let the yaks go..
I want to kill a Lag..
Sure enough, I see a dot headed my way lower. I'm stayin close to the clouds cuz that Lag will never see what hit him. Death from above. His life will be suddenly snuffed out..
It's a Lag..
WHOOT !!!
Just him and me, and I'm in the clouds...
He's right below me now..jeez this is gonna be sweet..
I put her in a dive trying to contain my excitement..
Down I come as the poor bastage just toodles along oblivious to his inpending doom..
Closing in now...
..and he jinks a tad to the left..
As I go screaming by..
I don't recall if it was before my left wing came off or not..