The other night, I engage a P38. Starts out as a good fight. I just start to get angles on him when I do a quick 6 check. Dayum! A P51 diving on me. I don't get outta the way quick enough and he takes my left aileron. I evade the next couple of passes of the 51 and his wing, another 51. (I'm thinking, hmmm, these 51's tactics sure look familiar).
I'm about to get away when the P38 I was first engaged with is 500 yards and closing...fast. Try to do a barrel roll. Oops. Forgot about the missing parts. (Barrel rolls are hard without all your parts). Wham! P38 runs smack into me.
As is most apparent. The dufus? That'd be me.
Zipp. I'll get ya for that. You know I can't fly without my parts.