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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: titanic3 on August 13, 2008, 03:10:54 PM
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What was your most amazing survival story? Discuss...
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It was one day at band camp and ..........
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I've ditched after having my h-stab shot off, that was pretty cool.
After a series of serious SA mistakes and a N1K that dove with me from 12k down to the deck, this was a great landing:(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2760946792_af83dfb998_o.png)
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:rofl :aok <<< my wife ack went to band camp I love teasing her about it hehe :devil
It was one day at band camp and ..........
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I'll be married 10 years in December.
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I'll be married 10 years in December.
:lol
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I found AH2 six months ago...
I'm still married and my wife still lets me play AH2.
:D
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:huh What is survival? :huh
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I was flying a P38L and was flying with one squadie, the rest had to rtb and were about 5 minutes behind us. We were heading for a dar bar that was primarily red. We started off at 7k or so but soon ended up on the deck just outside of the enemy field's ack range. My squadie got shot down and I was in a fight against so many of them I could not keep count. As soon as I shot one down, they would re-up and head right for me.I had about 5 kills before my squaddies showed up, but was missing parts from my plane, smoking engines, pilot wound. They see me and Corky said "There's Raptor with the entire airforce on him again" 3 or 4 of them start clearing me, by the time I was safe to disengage and rtb I had 9 kills. Soulyss made the comment "Jeeze, you should be dead, you should not have survived that, great flying"
I flew a sector to our base, both engines were dead by the time i got 2/3 the way there, glided in.. had to touch down about a mile outside of the field and rolled onto the runway.
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Been married twice, divorced twice... Still here to tell the tale.
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I probably have a few amazing ones that top this one here, but it happened recently so I'll post.
Upped in a heavy A-20 fully loaded with ord and 25% fuel. GVs were spawning into the base. I was able to dive bomb and destroy 2 flaks and a panzer. The GVs ceased upping so I took it to the air as I was logged as "Attack." With friendly skies ahead of me, there was a furball developing, or somewhat of one. A distinct line between friend and foe lie ahead. Got up my altitude to around 8k and started to go to work. As I neared the front lines, a spitfire was being chased by friendlies. It grabbed my attention when it started heading directly toward me, my 12 oclock. To my amazement instead of HO'ing, he pulled up right in front of me, possibly looking for a high angle attack on my high 6? I obliterated his underbelly before he completed the maneuver - Toast! No more enemies for a few miles at least, as I looked at my fuel gauge. I've got about 6-7 mins left. I thought, fine, I'll push towards the air field and it will be a one way trip. I find myself up against an La7 that I allowed to gain on me. We did a few scissor maneuvers, very very slight. Still at high speeds, the La7 continued to miss with his cannons, as I rolled and pulled, rolled and pulled. Once I had him set up for some decent shots with my turret, I took some shots at him. Definitely pinged him and maybe took off a piece or two. He scooped down in fear and I followed with my external view =) Had E on him as he turned and poof! Ripped his right wing off and sent him in the dirt. Hmm.. lost a lot of altitude and needed to get it back! Only 2 mins of fuel remaining and I continue to push towards the field. While friendlies danced with higher surrounding enemies, I found my self not targeted with a 38 ahead of me. It was Pawz! For some reason he made an awkward maneuver leaving him open once we passed. I turned, took his wing off, then blasted his fuselage. I had only seconds remaining on fuel, but the fight had unknowingly moved closer to my base. A plus for me. There was a large mound/hill I had to clear before safely landing at home! I gathered as much energy and speed as I could and started my climb upwards, still attaining at least 225mph. Bprshhshshghhgshhgs my props went out! Zero fuel as I cleared the pinnacle. I had just of 3 thousand feet of altitude above sea level, but the hill sloped ever so slightly as it hit sea level 12 miles ahead. 12 miles with no fuel??? Possible in an A-20? YES! Keeping my speed around 175mph to 195mph, I found myself 4 minutes later coming in to the air field with energy to spare. 6 kills landed, half air to ground, half air to air. What a versatile machine!
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Slammed my little Z200 into a low sided lorry at 50MPH. Did 2 x 360 under the thing and out the other side. Let go of the bike skidding backwards on me side and dug me foot down to throw me self straight up on me feet...cool as F*** but hurt like hell.
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my first marriage
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Greatest survival I can remeber recently was when I was in a 109G6. I was flying low on the deck when a Yak and a F4U1-A came in to pick me. I reversed both of them couple of times, untill they got low and slow. Both of them managed to gain my six again. The 1A took out my radiator before I reversed him one more time, and took off his tail. I went back on the Yak which I then gained his six withing a couple of seconds, so he augerd.
I managed to get away with two pretty good sticks on my six.
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lets see I've had allot of great survival instances, but i think the best was when i was in my hurri (surprise surprise)
had no less then 9 attacking me, and getting away with 5 killz, the rest took off as there buddies started to die,
that day i was on target.
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Amarillo, TX. Don't remember the place, had to eat a 64 oz steak and fixing in under an hour and it was free. My colon hasn't fully recovered :O
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Amarillo, TX. Don't remember the place, had to eat a 64 oz steak and fixing in under an hour and it was free. My colon hasn't fully recovered :O
:O That'd hurt... Free meal though. way to stck it out (not ur gut) :aok
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I was chased yesterday by a pony, I had no guns left (2 were damaged) in my Chog... When he was 800k I turned into him and the fight went to the deck. Got his 6, and made him ditch it in the water... System: Bmathis landed 5 kills :)
<S> Caddie ;)
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in real life i had a "God was my co-pilot" story. i joined an ultralight club a friend of mine was in only after a few hours of flight sims. with no formal training i took this ultra light back and forth on the runway building nerve and finally took it up. so my first time ever flying a plane was a solo..buty. i get up there and realize you don't turn with the rudder. ever see some one fly in the fetal position? long story short, this little airport had a runway with I-94 at the end of it. a little intimidating but my first touchdown was a good one.
but one summer night coming home with friends after some shopping,we drove past the club saw a little party goin on and asked them if they wanted to watch me fly. they said sure and its already around 8p.m.. it was a great little field, along a lake with a dog leg. so i upped the plane. flew around the lake and everyone was getting into it. so its time to land and getting dark and i bring her in. this little plane did not want to land.i prolly had too much e at the time and didnt know what i was doin. pass after pass it wouldn't sit down. now its getting dark..no landing lights. the guys who owned the club saw the trouble and were trying to flag me in like a carrier.at the end of the runway waving arms. no use i'm choking. now the sun is down and its dark and i cant see the run way. my last pass i happen to look down and to the right and see the moons reflection in the lake. i go around again and just keep my eyes on the moon.knowing the shore is right there and i lowered her in. i knew i was close to the ground and cut throttle. i came in a little hot, bounced <my head went between my knees>.kept the stick fowrd to keep her down and was rolling fast. with full brake and flintsone breaks<feet dragging> i manged to finally stop the bird right in the exact place it was to be parked. God was my co-pilot.
in here i survived being jumped by 8+ guys low and near the end of their runway. they just kept upping. i got 8 of them chased 2 off. they stopped upping. i annouced i'm rtb. lately survived a few 1v5 in a 109 and F4.
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I was out of ammo running home being chase by an LA-7. I was in a Hellcat so it wasn't a matter of if I would be caught, but when.
I'm on the deck dodging trees when my tail suddenly was removed by some russian cannon rounds. I was doing about 300 MPH at the time
and I spun around completely out of control. I'm well aware that hitting the ground at that speed means certain death, but for some reason I
hit the ground on the downside of a large hill and started sliding....and sliding.....and sliding. I somehow missed many trees(which doesn't
happen while flying most times) I finally slid to a stop laughing uncontrollably, I was about to tower out and give the guy the kill when I
heard the annoying sound of an LA getting closer. He had overshot my roller coaster plain wreck and was coming back at tree level straight
at me...so i figured "oh well" and just waited. the guy starts shooting and suddenly stops(My guess was no more rounds) flys right past me
and hits a tree....I laughed even harder at that point, then towered out and got a ditch. :rock
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Amarillo, TX. Don't remember the place, had to eat a 64 oz steak and fixing in under an hour and it was free. My colon hasn't fully recovered :O
maybe The Big Texan and sure it wasn't a 72oz?
http://www.bigtexan.com/ (http://www.bigtexan.com/)
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My first ever flight in a 262 in the MAs, I was flying around, looking for trouble, thinking I was hot stuff in my 262...I climbed up to 12K to intercept a flight of B-24s. Stupid me, I got on the guy's six instead of doing a side or front pass. So I let off on this guy with all four guns, get his two drones, then aim at him. As soon as I pulled the trigger, he lit my right wing up, getting oil and fuel from the engine, my right aileron, and my rudder. I still managed to get fire off of him, so I knew he was done for. I pulled away with a friendly air field directly below me. I slowly corkscrewed my way down, but halfway there my right engine flamed out, so I gave it more thrust on the left and kept corkscrewing down. I managed to line up on the runway, but was going to fast, so of course with my luck I had to go around again. This time I landed, but I'll be damned if it wasn't the smoothest landing I've ever made. :rock
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going into a 4v1 on the deck vs spit16's in my d9 and making it out with only one missing gear :rolleyes:
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Saturday night I asked my wife if she was "getting fat". Today is wednesday and I'm still here. :salute
FYI....don't EVER ask that question :aok
bbl...i gotta keep on the move
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maybe The Big Texan and sure it wasn't a 72oz?
http://www.bigtexan.com/ (http://www.bigtexan.com/)
Ya, that's the place. Been almost 20 yrs. Right off the interstate as I recall. Some bets are better left alone!
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One time i caught a 9 foot bass......ops this is not the biggest fish tails thread.
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haven't yet... wil kep you posted :D
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Not really all that amazing, but one time I got both my elevators shot off and managed to climb over a mountain in my way before landing safely at the base. Working throttle & flaps to control my altitude. One of my more fun RTB's :)
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Went to Iloilo in Panay province Panay Island, Philippines to visit the inlaws. I realized right away I could not survive for long due to the island being mostly seafood eaters. The mother-in-law decides I need to meet her side of the family so we go to Zamboanga by Supercat and by the time we get there my legs are made of rubber. Then I realize there is a strong contingent of Communist Muslims in the area and they would love to have American for lunch (literally). The local General of the province issues me an automatic and an armed escort (big burly women) but Im not worried yet. By the way this is Mindanao so it has so much more meaning to me to have that map out of rotation trust that! We travel by land to Tandu Patan and I learn the roads havent seen service since they were created. In America they would be closed as unsafe but we travel them at U.S. highway speeds. Halfway to our destination we stop to help pull survivors from a bus accident from the ravine near Ipil. At Tambanan we stop for lunch and pictures and a dozen Filipinos surround me to hide me from view from two hardened individuals that had to be extremists of some sort. Now Im worried! The heat is sweltering and the mosquitos are a nagging swarm like knights in La7s after a juicy low pony. In Kabasalan the area is flooded and we canoe (everyone paddles) across seven miles of what should be city. As we move further south we have to go inland as far as Lalat to avoid the floods. Malaria and cholera are everywhere now. Passing through Dumpoc I realize Ive been eating chicken intestines since lunch time as if it were potato chips (stick to the rice). At least the coke is good. Arriving at Tandu Patan we discover everyone has left for a funeral at Batu. Fighting breaks out back west where we have come from and the U.S. Marines are rumored to be training Philippine Army regulars in that area so we decide to travel the longer route to Cagayan de Oro (four days by car) and go by air (after surrendering the automatic). At Cagayan we board a plane I believe would be grounded in the U.S. and head for Tacloban. On the plane I hear there are WWII sites near Ormoc that I might want to see so I depart from the wife and mother-in-law to travel there with a nephew that is Philippine police (he has been along this far). We fly to Cebu and take a Supercat to Ormoc which is faster then taking the shorter distance route across the island. In the jungle near Lake Danau there is the remnants of a burned Zero but its been picked apart until there is nothing recognizeable as being from an airplane and my heart sinks. Near Lubi there is rumored to be a bomber in the jungle there but all we can find is mosquitos (still flying). Traveling back to Cebu we take a tourist Cat to see the area where U.S. Navy ships were first struck by Kamikaze (yes they are at the bottom and you cant see much). At Cebu my camera is stolen briefly and then returned for the 'reward' of $10 (500p). The two of us fly to Batangas and Supercat to Iloilo. At the risk of appearing arrogant I treat the entire family to three days at Boracay so I can recover in air conditioning.
Thirteen hour flight back to America: priceless.
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About 2 camps ago I was defending a base against the rooks. I dive bombed a cv in an F41D and got some hits and took some as well. I lost one gun and dove out since there was now a high f4 there as well. After assessing my damage I decide that 5 guns was enough. So I went back to the base at alt. I picked a spit and then started pinging an f4. I looked back and another spit was diving on me so I turned hard hoping for an overshoot but hit hit me some. Then because I turned a co-alt f6 came in as well and really nailed me. I heard the dull thuds and knew it meant something bad. Sure enough I was on fire. That may have saved me though. Seeing I was on fire the Rooks pulled off and waited for me to burn out and went on to another target. However as quick as I could I scrubbed speed and landed on the big pad and of course with my name in lights for the two kills.
Must have been a couple of broken hearts there. :D
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I'm in high school.
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I'm in high school.
Not good enough you havent even made it past the first Darwin stage!
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First time sky diving & the main chute collapses.
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Was defending HQ when a osty got me and nailed my wing right off. I did everything i could, switch fuel tanks, trim, lots of rudder. Unfortunately i didn't make it do to lack off lift so i made it about a mile away from base with 5 kills..
(http://i33.tinypic.com/f1a1dz.jpg)
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I was in a P-47D11 going to check out what looked like an enemy mission heading towards our base. As soon as I got there, there were 8 planes ready and waitin for me, I engaged. After about 20 minutes of fighting, I lost both flaps, 1 aileron, engine oil, 4 guns out of 8, left and right gear, fuel, left elevator, and pilot wound. And SOME how, I had shot down 7 of them, and I ended up augering pulling around to the 8th one.
Ever since then, I will back up the fact that the Jug-11 is the toughest one there is. :aok
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I probably have a few amazing ones that top this one here, but it happened recently so I'll post.
Upped in a heavy A-20 fully loaded with ord and 25% fuel. GVs were spawning into the base. I was able to dive bomb and destroy 2 flaks and a panzer. The GVs ceased upping so I took it to the air as I was logged as "Attack." With friendly skies ahead of me, there was a furball developing, or somewhat of one. A distinct line between friend and foe lie ahead. Got up my altitude to around 8k and started to go to work. As I neared the front lines, a spitfire was being chased by friendlies. It grabbed my attention when it started heading directly toward me, my 12 oclock. To my amazement instead of HO'ing, he pulled up right in front of me, possibly looking for a high angle attack on my high 6? I obliterated his underbelly before he completed the maneuver - Toast! No more enemies for a few miles at least, as I looked at my fuel gauge. I've got about 6-7 mins left. I thought, fine, I'll push towards the air field and it will be a one way trip. I find myself up against an La7 that I allowed to gain on me. We did a few scissor maneuvers, very very slight. Still at high speeds, the La7 continued to miss with his cannons, as I rolled and pulled, rolled and pulled. Once I had him set up for some decent shots with my turret, I took some shots at him. Definitely pinged him and maybe took off a piece or two. He scooped down in fear and I followed with my external view =) Had E on him as he turned and poof! Ripped his right wing off and sent him in the dirt. Hmm.. lost a lot of altitude and needed to get it back! Only 2 mins of fuel remaining and I continue to push towards the field. While friendlies danced with higher surrounding enemies, I found my self not targeted with a 38 ahead of me. It was Pawz! For some reason he made an awkward maneuver leaving him open once we passed. I turned, took his wing off, then blasted his fuselage. I had only seconds remaining on fuel, but the fight had unknowingly moved closer to my base. A plus for me. There was a large mound/hill I had to clear before safely landing at home! I gathered as much energy and speed as I could and started my climb upwards, still attaining at least 225mph. Bprshhshshghhgshhgs my props went out! Zero fuel as I cleared the pinnacle. I had just of 3 thousand feet of altitude above sea level, but the hill sloped ever so slightly as it hit sea level 12 miles ahead. 12 miles with no fuel??? Possible in an A-20? YES! Keeping my speed around 175mph to 195mph, I found myself 4 minutes later coming in to the air field with energy to spare. 6 kills landed, half air to ground, half air to air. What a versatile machine!
Mak even though you hoed me on the merge no biggie I still think your sick in that A 20. :salute
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Pawz, <S>
I did HO ya on the merge, but in an A-20, I have to take every opportunity I can get. I did put a lot of holes on you the first pass so if that may not have happened, you'd still be alive for a few more passes possibly and I would have been the one burning up.
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23 years and still going,....cranky ol sob, but still going. :furious
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Here's probably my best survival story. I had upped an A6M2 off a CV flying against the bish. We were having a general furball over land between the bish base and our cv. I got closer and closer to the enemy base. Suddenly I looked around and all the friendlies had been shot down and I was surrounded by red. There were like 5 or 6 enemies trying hard to kill me.
I was throwing that crate around like crazy, looking everywhere I could to try to stay out of everyone's guns, and taking a good shot at people when I got the chance. I was calling out for help but all the help had to fly back from the CV. I thought I was gonna die but I managed to survive for a few minutes and some fellow nits eventually arrived and I managed to disengage and fly back and land on the CV with my oil out and some other damage, a number of bullet holes, and landed I think 5 kills.