The Mossie wasn't done for however, and zoomed below me. My wingman Herr Fogold took after him. I glanced around and counted my planes. Still all together. Then I noticed another dot. It was out of place and then I realized it as it was blazing in towards one of my wingmen. A Spitfire!
He quickly came in with all guns firing, barely missing his intended target. I turned to assault the threat but I feared a stall as I had used it up as I climbed with the Mossie.
I feared the worse as the fight progressed. The fights continued with the squad split over the Mossie and the Spit. As I was turning to get into position, I hear my wingman call that the Spit was closing on my six! ****! I felt hits on my plane but I couldn't tell what. I begun to spin and as I did, I caught a glimpse of my vertical stabilizer. I was cooked!
The G's were quickly pushing me into the plane. It was getting unbearable to the point where I felt like there were thousand pound stones tied to my limbs. The hatch release for my cockpit window seemed miles away...
The ground seemed to come quicker than I thought. The flak kept firing at me, believing I was trying to fake them out and strafe them when I got low enough. I felt like it was my last few moments on earth were coming. I began to pray for my family, my brother and my wingmen. I had hoped that my leadership up to now had been more than adequate.
I could hear Herr. Fogold's victory yell over the Mossie. In all my time of going down to earth, I had realized that I didn't make any call over the radio of my plight.
I looked out the window I saw rolling hills, trees houses. The place where we were supposed to conquer. I was shoved so deeply into the corner of my cockpit from G's that all I could do was pray and then...
Hoped you all enjoyed it
Today also marked the first time flying since September. I re-subbed today because of the AvA arena. I"M BACK!!!!
Oh and heres a wallpaper version of Fogold's attack on the Mossie:
http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/7202/fogoldwallp8mh.jpg