Diving in on a bomber.
The lumbering beast attempts to maneuver out of my guns.
I jam the stick forward and scream, "Eff no, Lockdweeb!"
"Carry on."
Another bomber! A quick burst to the left engine, as usual.
I escort my opponent until he fixes his engine fire problem. He never did
I finally decide to take down a fighter. Vengeance for frying my buddy's radiator.
One last hurrah in a desperate attempt to defend my airfield. Last man standing, I make an E-clobbering vertical attack on an incoming bomber.
Left engine, as always. I attempt signing my name in bullet holes on his fuselage, if it's illegible, it's because I was drunk.
Instead of applause for my leet skillz, the enemy gives me a 12 gun salute. I am humbled
