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Title: Fresh air
Post by: doobs on March 03, 2006, 11:46:45 PM
great frame, allies better afix poontoon's to there fiters next frame.

sorry pent up la5 frustation talkin.

To all:aok
Title: Fresh air
Post by: daddog on March 04, 2006, 12:00:03 AM
Could not attend. Was out with my wife.
Sooooo? How did it go?

I noted one of my squadies "HeavyH" sunk a CV, and several got kills in their Ki-67's. :D
Title: Fresh air
Post by: ROC on March 04, 2006, 12:21:19 AM
I do feel bad that the Allies lost their CVs, but I have to admit, that was a Very Well designed frame.

Nice job everyone, trust me on this, you allies lost your CVs, but it was Not easy!
Title: Fresh air
Post by: Ghosth on March 04, 2006, 07:31:46 AM
14 mongrels rode forth to the valley of death.
14 x 3 in formation's we rode, endlessly east, searching, looking.
Tightly in formation skimming the waves did we fly, onward, onward.

42 ki-67's searched the wide seas for the floating palaces of death.
Eastward we searched, then southward, then west.
Sail HO was the cry on the radio, as the mongrels prepared to die.

Tora Tora Tora! was our attack cry as we swept down on the enemy.
14 formations of ki-67 each carrying one long torpedo.
Watch your speed, watch your alt, lets get that ship!

Onward the mongrels swept yea into the very fires of hell.
Through the waterspouts and ack bursts we came.
Right up to the very edge of the ships themseves.

Then did we level our spears and charge, stern faced.
acks pinging us, waterspouts all around yet onward we raced.
Then did we release our lances to drive against the steel

Swiftly now, did we dodge amonst the ships.
Straight through the fleet we flew, ack tearing pieces as we went.
Onward to death did we ride, and knew no fear.

Then did we see whistleing death ride down from on high.
Then we did man our guns, running ever onward.
Then we did'st die, man by man as the enemy planes  killed us.

We are ghost's now, ghosts out of a distant past.
Yet for one night we were the charge of the Light Brigade.
We were every man who has fought & died for his country.

We flew well, we fought like tigers and we died like men.
Few there are to remember, too few who survived the  flight home.
The rest of us lie broken beneath the waves. Verily, we paid the price.
Title: Fresh air
Post by: Deth7 on March 04, 2006, 09:32:13 AM
Almost got ya Doobs BBOB beat me to ya:D
Title: Fresh air
Post by: doobs on March 04, 2006, 12:11:21 PM
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Originally posted by Deth7
Almost got ya Doobs BBOB beat me to ya:D


but ya didn't:p




btw great plan Ronin:aok
Title: Re: Fresh air
Post by: Dux on March 04, 2006, 12:58:09 PM
Quote
Originally posted by doobs
great frame, allies better afix poontoon's to there fiters next frame.


Poontoon? Is that like Anime' Porn? ;)

Axis... well fought.
Title: Fresh air
Post by: doobs on March 04, 2006, 01:39:20 PM
lol look at the time of post, My bottle of JD was about a quart low by then.
Title: Fresh air
Post by: F4J on March 04, 2006, 05:24:28 PM
Quote
Originally posted by Ghosth
14 mongrels rode forth to the valley of death.
14 x 3 in formation's we rode, endlessly east, searching, looking.
Tightly in formation skimming the waves did we fly, onward, onward.

42 ki-67's searched the wide seas for the floating palaces of death.
Eastward we searched, then southward, then west.
Sail HO was the cry on the radio, as the mongrels prepared to die.

Tora Tora Tora! was our attack cry as we swept down on the enemy.
14 formations of ki-67 each carrying one long torpedo.
Watch your speed, watch your alt, lets get that ship!

Onward the mongrels swept yea into the very fires of hell.
Through the waterspouts and ack bursts we came.
Right up to the very edge of the ships themseves.

Then did we level our spears and charge, stern faced.
acks pinging us, waterspouts all around yet onward we raced.
Then did we release our lances to drive against the steel

Swiftly now, did we dodge amonst the ships.
Straight through the fleet we flew, ack tearing pieces as we went.
Onward to death did we ride, and knew no fear.

Then did we see whistleing death ride down from on high.
Then we did man our guns, running ever onward.
Then we did'st die, man by man as the enemy planes  killed us.

We are ghost's now, ghosts out of a distant past.
Yet for one night we were the charge of the Light Brigade.
We were every man who has fought & died for his country.

We flew well, we fought like tigers and we died like men.
Few there are to remember, too few who survived the  flight home.
The rest of us lie broken beneath the waves. Verily, we paid the price.


WOW! I feel kinda bad about tryin' to shoot you down now...
Title: Fresh air
Post by: ronin44 on March 05, 2006, 01:52:28 AM
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Originally posted by doobs
btw great plan Ronin:aok


Thanks Doobs.... Tried my best for my first go as CiC... glad it worked out pretty well all in all.

IJN