Author Topic: All in a days sortie (Read 508 times)

mosgood · « **on:** May 15, 2003, 01:23:15 PM »

It was overcast over A32 when I fired up the engine in my P51D. The ground crew, after loading the ordinance, had just finished writing a little message "From Bishland with love" to the Rooks on one of the 1000 lbers. Chief gave me the thumbs up and I was rolling.

The flight plan I logged would take me north along the coastline line and then up to A46, a newly aquired airbase. From there the plan was to pork the fuel at A51 to relieve some of the pressure off our defenders at A46. While grapping alt , out of A32, I grabbed a Blue Moon beer from the fridge I had installed under my seat and enjoyed the peace and quiet I knew wouldn't last.

I entered A46 airspace at 18k with the humm of the engine, and a little buzz in my head going nicely. I could see that there was a fierce fight in progress over the field.

An enemy 262 was below me! Moving quickly with a countrymen behind him. Suddenly, the 262 turned straight up going higher and higher. It was obvious he was trying to rope my brave countrymen into following, only to reach the pinnacle of his E and than turn on him.

I watched in amazement as the jet plane just hung there in the air. Not in amazement of the manuever, but of the situation he had just put himself in. The 262 placed himself 800 yards directly in front of me! It just stayed there perfectly in my gun sights.

I licked my lips.

A few months ago, while frequenting one of the local pubs during R&R, I was working on the last mile of a 12 beer marathon when a beautiful local gal caught my eye. She gave me a wink and a smile and than walked off. I must have spent 30 minutes looking for her but to no avail. Then another one, even better looking, sauntered up to me and ask if I wanted to go to breakfast with her and some friends. Now, looking back, I realize that a bird in the hand is worth more than 2 in the bush, but with 11 bruskees in me my depth perseption was a little off. My training dictated the response "Sure!" That's all. What came out was "well, actually, I'm looking for this girl that I saw a while ago and I haven't found her yet" :-( I definately blew that one.

But not this time.

I took a quick glance down to make sure I had all guns selected, press the trigger and blew that rocket jockey straight to hell in a hand basket. It was all over in an instant.

Then the universal radio crackled with someone named GFISHMAN in a heavy rookland accent asking me "Where did you come from?" I responded to the fallen rook with as much humility as the situation required "Where the women can make expert trombone players blush and the men leave the leather underwear in the bedroom, you sick rook bastard!"

The radio crackled into silence.

At this time I had thought about landing this trophy and calling it Blue Moon time, but I remembered that my ground crew was counting on me to deliver a personal message to the rooks.

I flew on.

It's only a short jaunt over the A51 and while licking my chops over the enemy base, I picked out the best approach route for my special delivery message. Diving down with bombs selected, I pickled 2 over the fuel depots in my path. Flame lept in the air as both depots went up. Direct hits! I used my remaining E to gain alt and head home.

It was a good day.

I had just cracked open my last Mooner when I spotted an enemy 163 closing fast on a countryman below me and 5k off. "Check 6! 163 on ya BIGSKY!" I screamed over the radio. He didnt' seem to move and in an instant I knew why. He was closing on ANOTHER enemy 163 and must have thought I was talking about THAT one.

I knew what I had to do.

I kicked in my WEP and dove down to help BIGSKY. "There's 2 of them BIGSKY" I yelled over the airwaves.

In the next few minutes, we danced with not 1 but 2 devils in the air. They were working together to bring down BIGSKY when I managed to place myself right over one of the winged furies and dove for a desperate shot. A bright flash appeared and when my eyes focused again, the plane was gone and the other 163 was bugging out.

Again the radio crackled with the now very familiar voice of GFISHMAN saying "I really hate these gangbangs" and then he faded into silence forever.

nopoop · « **Reply #1 on:** May 15, 2003, 07:17:49 PM »

Good story my friend.

Chairboy · « **Reply #2 on:** May 15, 2003, 07:31:05 PM »

The best part is GFISHMAN claiming that 2 vs. 2 was a ganging up, especially when it was 2 on 1 in his favor originally.

Swag Abroad · « **Reply #3 on:** May 16, 2003, 03:09:09 AM »

Colorful reading. It is always good to read about jet jockies biting the dust.

This is a prop sim, damnit!

Steve · « **Reply #4 on:** May 16, 2003, 04:59:30 AM »

I learned the hard way that it is really classless to come in here and name people like this thread has. I'll never do that again.

mosgood · « **Reply #5 on:** May 16, 2003, 07:13:28 AM »

Steve,

You know, I appreciate what your saying there. It CAN be classless to point people out and make fun of them and show everyone else their dirty underwear.

I guess if I saw this message board as a serious place to talk about serious things and if I thought that posting that story might "Ruin" GFISHMAN's honorable reputation among us other serious and honorable meassage board posters, I might have thought twice and then not did it.

But I don't see this as an always serious place. I see it as a place to spred info, voice enthusiasm and/or frustration AND a little humor (actually there's a lot of humor here). That humor comes in a lot of ways. One of them is doing a little rubbing every once in a while. I feel that as long as your rubbing someone that can take it and not go jump off a bridge, it should be fine. There's to much "careful what you say you might hurt SOMEONES feelings" in the world these days anyways.
I think this place is somewhere where you CAN relax a little and let it hang out a bit.

But as far as I'm concerned, GFISHMAN's honor is still in place here. He didn't really care that much that he lost a 262 and a 163 because the rooks WERE being over run and outnumbered, so the planes were cheap. He told me this himself. His comments aren't going to be held against him. It was ironic and that's all.

So Steve, like I said before, I appreciate what your saying and I also appreciate why your saying it. I just think that the atmosphere on this board allows a little room for it.

gofaster · « **Reply #6 on:** May 16, 2003, 09:20:46 AM »

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Originally posted by Steve
I learned the hard way that it is really classless to come in here and name people like this thread has. I'll never do that again.

No, its worse for the author to admit he's a fuel porker. If he really wanted to relieve the pressure from defenders, he'd have engaged right off.

But hey, I'm a Rook.

Well written story, otherwise.

mosgood · « **Reply #7 on:** May 16, 2003, 09:49:02 AM »

Hello My name is Mosgoo... AND I'M A FUEL PORKER!!!!!

vatiAH · « **Reply #8 on:** May 16, 2003, 10:12:52 AM »

Very Good Story Mos . I wish I was along for that run :-)

Vati

C.O. THE FLYING CIRCUS

Steve · « **Reply #9 on:** May 16, 2003, 02:10:16 PM »

Mos... I was more typing that so you didn't take the bashing I did. Now that someone mentioned it, maybe you won't get the pummeling I did.(I deserved it, no whining here).

BTW, I love reading after action reports from pilots.. almost alwys entertaining, so thanks for taking the time to type yours.