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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: oakranger on December 04, 2011, 08:21:16 PM
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Reading a bibliography about Erich "Bubi" Hartmann service through out WWII. One part, he talked about meeting Russani and American fighters at the same. Good story and funny too.
"Once, in Romania, we had an interesting experience with both Russians and Americans. We took off on a mission to intercept Soviet bombers attacking Prague, and we counted many American made aircraft with Red Stars, part of your Lend Lease. But then there were American fighters also nearby, and I was above them all by a thousand meters. It seemed that the Americans and Russians were busy examining each other and were unaware that we were around. I gave the order to drop down through the Mustangs, then the Russian fighters, and through the bombers in just one hit and run attack, and then we would get the hell out of there, since there were only the two of us. I shot down two P-51s quickly in my dive, and I then fired on a Boston bomber, scored good hits but it was not a kill. The second element also scored a kill against the Mustangs, and my wingman and I were all right. Suddenly the most amazing thing happened. The Soviet fighters and Americans began fighting each other, and the confusion worked for us. They must not have realized that it was a schwarm of Germans that started the whole thing! The Russian bombers dropped their bombs in panic and turned away. I saw three Yaks get shot down and a Mustang damaged trailing white smoke. That was my last fight against the Americans."
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...Too bad there's no friend fire in the MA. :rofl
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and there's a problem with the tactic of killing your enemy and staying alive why? :D
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and there's a problem with the tactic of killing your enemy and staying alive why? :D
LOL, i can see skuzzy placing the BBS to DEFCON 1.
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Reading a bibliography about Erich "Bubi" Hartmann service through out WWII. One part, he talked about meeting Russani and American fighters at the same. Good story and funny too.
Please tell me there's some multi-source documentation to back up this account. :pray
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Reading a bibliography about Erich "Bubi" Hartmann
I think you meant biography... bibliographies are usually quite boring :bolt:
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is it the "blonde knight of germany"? if it is, its a great book :rock
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I read The Blond Knight of Germany twice... I has no lyfe.
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I think you meant biography... bibliographies are usually quite boring :bolt:
Correction, it was an article. Sorry.
Please tell me there's some multi-source documentation to back up this account. :pray
http://acesofww2.com/germany/aces/Hartmann.htm (http://acesofww2.com/germany/aces/Hartmann.htm)
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Thanks Oakranger, good read :aok
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Acepilots.com has info and lists numerous books on
German pilot's accounts.
:cheers: Oz
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"Then there was the American Mustangs that we both dreaded and anticipated meeting. We knew that they were a much better aircraft than ours; newer and faster, and with a great range. On 23 June 1944. In the defense of Ploesti, Bucharest, and Hungary when the bombers were coming in with heavy fighter escort and “Karaya 1” was commander of I/JG52. B-17s were attacking the railroad junction, and we were formed up. We did not see the Mustangs at first and prepared to attack the bombers. Suddenly four of them flew across us and below, so I gave the order to attack the fighters. I closed in on one and fired, his fighter coming apart and some pieces hit my wings, and I immediately found myself behind another and I fired, and he flipped in. My second flight shot down the other two fighters. But then we saw others and again attacked. I shot down another and saw that the leader still had his drop tanks, which limited his ability to turn. I was very relieved that this pilot was able to successfully bail out. I was out of ammunition after the fight. But this success was not to be repeated, because the Americans learned and they were not to be ambushed again. They protected the bombers very well, and we were never able to get close enough to do any damage. I did have the opportunity to engage the Mustangs again when a flight was being pursued from the rear and I tried to warn them on the radio, but they could not hear. I dived down and closed on a P-51 that was shooting up a 109, and I blew him up. I half rolled and recovered to fire on another of the three remaining enemy planes and flamed him as well. As soon as that happened I was warned that I had several on my tail so I headed for the deck, a swarm of eight Americans behind me. That is a very uncomfortable feeling I can tell you! I made jerking turns left and right as they fired, but they fired from too far away to be effective. I was headed for the base so the defensive guns would help me, but I ran out of fuel and had to bail out. I was certain that this one pilot was lining me up for a strafe, but he banked away and looked at me, waving. I landed four miles from the base; I almost made it. That day we lost half our aircraft; we were too outnumbered and many of the young pilots were inexperienced."
Alt-monkeying, cherry picking, running, stick stirring, ack-dragging and finally bailing... Tsk tsk... :mad:
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"Then there was the American Mustangs that we both dreaded and anticipated meeting. We knew that they were a much better aircraft than ours; newer and faster, and with a great range. On 23 June 1944. In the defense of Ploesti, Bucharest, and Hungary when the bombers were coming in with heavy fighter escort and “Karaya 1” was commander of I/JG52. B-17s were attacking the railroad junction, and we were formed up. We did not see the Mustangs at first and prepared to attack the bombers. Suddenly four of them flew across us and below, so I gave the order to attack the fighters. I closed in on one and fired, his fighter coming apart and some pieces hit my wings, and I immediately found myself behind another and I fired, and he flipped in. My second flight shot down the other two fighters. But then we saw others and again attacked. I shot down another and saw that the leader still had his drop tanks, which limited his ability to turn. I was very relieved that this pilot was able to successfully bail out. I was out of ammunition after the fight. But this success was not to be repeated, because the Americans learned and they were not to be ambushed again. They protected the bombers very well, and we were never able to get close enough to do any damage. I did have the opportunity to engage the Mustangs again when a flight was being pursued from the rear and I tried to warn them on the radio, but they could not hear. I dived down and closed on a P-51 that was shooting up a 109, and I blew him up. I half rolled and recovered to fire on another of the three remaining enemy planes and flamed him as well. As soon as that happened I was warned that I had several on my tail so I headed for the deck, a swarm of eight Americans behind me. That is a very uncomfortable feeling I can tell you! I made jerking turns left and right as they fired, but they fired from too far away to be effective. I was headed for the base so the defensive guns would help me, but I ran out of fuel and had to bail out. I was certain that this one pilot was lining me up for a strafe, but he banked away and looked at me, waving. I landed four miles from the base; I almost made it. That day we lost half our aircraft; we were too outnumbered and many of the young pilots were inexperienced."
Alt-monkeying, cherry picking, running, stick stirring, ack-dragging and finally bailing... Tsk tsk... :mad:
:rofl, It is like AH in real life.
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"Then there was the American Mustangs that we both dreaded and anticipated meeting. We knew that they were a much better aircraft than ours; newer and faster, and with a great range. On 23 June 1944. In the defense of Ploesti, Bucharest, and Hungary when the bombers were coming in with heavy fighter escort and “Karaya 1” was commander of I/JG52. B-17s were attacking the railroad junction, and we were formed up. We did not see the Mustangs at first and prepared to attack the bombers. Suddenly four of them flew across us and below, so I gave the order to attack the fighters. I closed in on one and fired, his fighter coming apart and some pieces hit my wings, and I immediately found myself behind another and I fired, and he flipped in. My second flight shot down the other two fighters. But then we saw others and again attacked. I shot down another and saw that the leader still had his drop tanks, which limited his ability to turn. I was very relieved that this pilot was able to successfully bail out. I was out of ammunition after the fight. But this success was not to be repeated, because the Americans learned and they were not to be ambushed again. They protected the bombers very well, and we were never able to get close enough to do any damage. I did have the opportunity to engage the Mustangs again when a flight was being pursued from the rear and I tried to warn them on the radio, but they could not hear. I dived down and closed on a P-51 that was shooting up a 109, and I blew him up. I half rolled and recovered to fire on another of the three remaining enemy planes and flamed him as well. As soon as that happened I was warned that I had several on my tail so I headed for the deck, a swarm of eight Americans behind me. That is a very uncomfortable feeling I can tell you! I made jerking turns left and right as they fired, but they fired from too far away to be effective. I was headed for the base so the defensive guns would help me, but I ran out of fuel and had to bail out. I was certain that this one pilot was lining me up for a strafe, but he banked away and looked at me, waving. I landed four miles from the base; I almost made it. That day we lost half our aircraft; we were too outnumbered and many of the young pilots were inexperienced."
Alt-monkeying, cherry picking, running, stick stirring, ack-dragging and finally bailing... Tsk tsk... :mad:
You missed spray and praying... :bolt:
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You missed spray and praying... :bolt:
Ok, that is new. What is it?
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Ok, that is new. What is it?
they fired from too far away to be effective.
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I made jerking turns left and right as they fired, but they fired from too far away to be effective.
Stang1: Did you see that! That 190 is a cheating stick-stirrer
Stang2: Yeah I saw it I'm gonna get him banned from this war
Stang2: you are so busted you cheating ****
Fokker: : P
Stang2: I got a 190 cheating, ban him now!
WWII_HUB: God is not online
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:D
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Stang1: Did you see that! That 190 is a cheating stick-stirrer
Stang2: Yeah I saw it I'm gonna get him banned from this war
Stang2: you are so busted you cheating ****
Fokker: : P
Stang2: I got a 190 cheating, ban him now!
WWII_HUB: God is not online
Demands new keyboard :rofl
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Correction, it was an article. Sorry.
http://acesofww2.com/germany/aces/Hartmann.htm (http://acesofww2.com/germany/aces/Hartmann.htm)
Good read, but seems to cite the exact same source as the first.
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Stang1: Did you see that! That 190 is a cheating stick-stirrer
Stang2: Yeah I saw it I'm gonna get him banned from this war
Stang2: you are so busted you cheating ****
Fokker: : P
Stang2: I got a 190 cheating, ban him now!
WWII_HUB: God is not online
ROFLMAO!!! good one :lol :rofl