A friendly field is being vulched. The huge red DARBAR of doom casts its evil shadow over the sector.
Green dots appear and disappear in my screen, all in vain. Before my mind's eye my countrymen are falling in flames.
Up my trusted P-51B to go to the rescue, knowing full well that it will be futile.
Climb up high because I expect the vulchers to come in ridiculously high too, despite their numerical advantage.
When I arrive at the field I see a handful of Spits low as well as another P-51.
I try a few B & Z's but they evade and with an eye on the sky above I dare not blow my E for one kill.
Sure enough, the high bogies arrive, so I hit WEP, extend a bit and start climbing.
109's and 190's far behind me.
Regain E.
A lone 109 seems intent on following me, we're about co-alt >18.000 feet.
We merge, he passes under me. I loop without pulling too much G.
He is in front of me now and does a split S, I roll inverted and follow.
He pulls up and loops very tightly.
I follow and start to black out.
Just before everything goes black I see myself gaining in the loop and that he is close at 350.
He will cross my nose in half a second.
Everythink goes black and I pull the trigger for a very short burst.
I see hit sprites on a completely black screen.
I ease pressure on my stick and the world returns again.
I look up and see a Bf-109.
I observe him bursting into flames and losing a wing.
A kill is awarded.
My heart is full of joy.
Behind me the hordes overrun and capture the field.
One 109 will not return.
I return to base and land safely with nearly all my ammo.
Contemplate that in real life my guns wouldn't have fired under high G.
Smile for the perfect kill.
