After reading Clone's wonderful write up, i decided to do one of my own. Hope you enjoy.
Dawn breaks. The sun is just shining over the mountains. Everything is quiet and peaceful.
Suddenly the roar of a single Allison engine is heard. The mysterious pilot lifts off and climbs towards Japan. Who is this lone warrior?
This man is either very brave or very stupid. Doesn't he know the best of the Japanese Army Air Force prowls the skies?
It's a clear day. Not a cloud in sight. That's when the insignia is spotted. It's none other than a pilot from the American Volunteer Group "Flying Tigers". He must be out on a patrol guarding the Burma Road.
They fight with the courage, tenacity and aggressiveness like the majestic creature itself.
The warriors are led by Colonel Chennault. His men are the best in the world. They take down the best the Japanese have to throw at them with stunning efficiency. They use the strenghts of their plane to defeat the nimble Japanese fighters. NEVER ENGAGE IN A TURNFIGHT WITH THE ENEMY.
Looks like the lone warrior has his first target spotted.
Wait, what can that be. Yes, it's the new Japanese "Zero" fighter. Surely the lone warrior doesn't dare take on this far superior plane. He has every advantage.
A few twists and turns later, and the Zero is falling from the sky. "Must have been fresh out of flight school" mutters the victor.
With the sky seemingly clear of Japanese warplanes, our warrior decides to call it a day.
The Tomahawk circles his airfield on final. Suddenly he spots a glare. It was just in time. This Zero has been hunting the hunter himself. At the energy and altitude disadvantage, our warrior has no choice but to break Chennault's #1 rule. He has to turn with the Zero
It's a back and forth fight.
With some skillful throttle and flap work, the P-40 gets a quick shot on his adversary.
It isn't enough, and once the planes are low and slow, the Zero quickly starts to gain the advantage.
With no other options, the Tomahawk pilot cuts throttle, kicks full rudder and deploys flaps.
It works, the Zero overshoots and the tides are turned for the final time.
That's all the American needs to blow his opponent out of the sky.
With a day's work well done; the lone warrior sets his crate down, and taxis over to his dispersal point. He ramains ever-ready to leap into the sky when duty calls him again.
