First FrameI was neatly waxing my P47-D30, wispering to his ear that :'One day, Pyro will give you a late war 56th camo with stripes and so on... be good, hold on and it will come'. I was interupted by a lood noise, Dudule was storming into the hangar by the back door :
" Frenchy, we need to go to Russia!"
"uh Oh? Are there cute chicks there?"
"better, Normandie Niemen needs help!"
long long scary trip to Russia. At least I could spend some time to meet an another French "volonteer", Straffo. Arrived on site, quickly introduced to Dingy, the local big boss.
"You french comrads will take LA5's and help defend mother Russia".
"LA what?... is that an airplane?"
"Da, all yak are grounded, go LA5 or go Goulag"
Looking at each other with Dudule and Straffo, we quickly noticed that the jocke was not into the "red Army Manual".
SO, without having the time for a glass of Vodka or a local girlie kiss, we found ourselves strapped into the cockpit of grey plane. First thing I noticed is :
" what the? you guys forgot to load the amo in this thing."
The already drunk ground creew laughted while telling something in Russian and pointing me with his finger. Ok... take off signal goes on, roll them.
Our little group of 3 is grabbing heading NW while the main LA5 group turns NE. Always strange to see our 3 planes going away from a massive formation, I couldn't help to think that I was stupid somehow.
"skschhhhht... Group 1 will level at 18K....skssst"
"Dudule, Straffo, we go 23K, let's fly North and flank the attacking group... BTW, what plane are we fighting?".
"109's G something and FW190-A8 something".
"oh oh oh... let's climb
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"any idea what this plane is good for?"
"I eard Wep is no use above 8k"
"awsome!"
"I have a bad feeling about this one"
"me too"
"let's use the 56th tactic, don't go below 15K"
radio chatter..."here they are"..."tatatata"..."I'm hit"..."I'm dead?!?".."got 1"... "uh oh!"..."N A1"..."blahblah".
"Dudule, Straffo, 23K, let's turn 090 toward dogfight area, prop full foward, MP to max".
" single pip 11 o'c higher"
"ok, let's grab more, turn to 180"
"5 pips 12 O'c higher"
"geez, those guys are high, we passing 26K... let's turn back 270, grab to 30K and come back"
"it's uncharted territory 25K+ in a LA5"
After extending to grab some alt we came back towardthe dogfight area.
"I see a HUGE furball down there, 1 o'c"
"yep, WOW... "
"co-alt dot, 12 O'c"
"let's check it out"
"109!"
"let's take him out, he's B&Zing"
3 vs 1
nobody higher sweet
The 109 spotted us, and did a short serie of split S, I could stick in his 6. I was obsessed by those 400 rounds only, I wanted to get within 300y minimum. Finally, when the 109 pilot saw I was still there, he dived straight down. Whohoooooooo! here we go, I love those! Close from the deck, the 109 goes level. I ear Dudule on the radio :
"compression!".. plus some French insults you don't want to know, then silence... I lost my first wingman without even fighting
Using small corrections, I level back into the 109 6 o'c ... 600 y and closing. He goes for some barrel roll, sweet. i'm a P47 pilot, I know how to keep my E hehehe. As he is rolling, I keep a fairly straight course as I finally end up in his 300-400y... 350...300... Shoot! Hey! Where did he go! Expecting my rain of bullet, the 109 did a high G barrel roll, instantaneously clearing my gunsight, just when I was pressing the trigger... "humm... he's good *&^%$#@".
I went 30 degrees climb, and rolled to the right, there he is, hard turning to the right to go into a shallow valley, then hard turning to the left. I level and pitch down parrallel to his course, Straffo is on him for a short period, looks like his LA5 maintenance creew played trick on him
I shallow dived into the valley, closing in on the 109. Looks like he changed his evasives, he is now doing some very wide evasive manouevers... "he is keeping is E"
I keept flying into my shallow dive, closing on him... 700y..600y...500y...400y going below him. He is coming back on my gunsight, gentlly all by him self... 350y... he starts a gentle left turn with 20 deg of bank... NOW!!! TUMTUMTUMTUM... serie of impacts, wing ripping off... WHOHOOOOOOOO!!!!! At least i got 1. (Salute to 2cool)
I pull 45 degr nose up, looks my 6 first, then around, all clear except a bandit turnfighting Straffo on the deck.
"OMY Straffo".. I'm setting up my vulch, quick 6 check... "AHHH!!!!! 4 bandits within my 1.5K in my 6"... radip nose down barrel roll, just in time to see the first 109 zooming next to me. "Miserable sneacky germans, never saw them coming".
I keep flying straight when I can, 1K alt to deck. Each look on my 6 scares me, the 4 of them are still here, comeing 1 after the other diving for the kill on me. Quickly looking around, I'm alone, no friendly, and Straffo just went down
Ok, it's just a question of time now, you guys will kill me, but you will have to work for it! barrel rools, facke split S, scizors... the whole set of evasives followed by the manual of "I'm in trouble I need help" were applied.
1-3-4-6 minutes, they still on me, all I can do is try to avoid. Hey!... maybe not! A 109 just overshoot me and is starting a out of speed climb right above my nose. I will not go down alone
... Out of E too, I start pulling up... he's a cople of inches above my gunsight, gnneuungeuuuuuu pulling nose gently up, come in..come in... 1 inch more... don't stall Russian flying can... almost... there! BLAMBLAMBLAM... KABOUM!!! Yeah!!! number 2 (Snorkels)... "how does it feel German terrorists to see your friend burning?..uh?"
Well, that's an answer I will never know, as Wilfrid, blasted me out of the sky 2 barel rolls later
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(Salute to those 4 german pilots, it was a fun time).
LA5 Group 2 : 3 losses, 2 kills.
Frame2GF was mad but i stayed to lead the group two. (Snorkey, Gium, Jcy19, Thorin, Storm, Straffo, Dudule).
We climbed to 30K. When we made contact with 2 large German groups, higher than us. We tried to evade and I ordered to split in two groups (1 flying level 240, 1 climbing 300).
They came in Co-alt but with way more E. This degenerated in a messy furball.
I managed to get into a 190 6 at 400Y and pinged him, but simultaneously I saw 2 germans storming by me while I eard bullets impacts. While rolling over to dive I saw a wing floating by with a Red Star on it
Flying 400-350 MPH I could maintain control of my plane and keep a general heading for my homebase. Full aileron trim and full rudder trim toward the missing wing tip. Gently diving to A1, nobody following me... hey! I may survive this. I could make it back to A1, while attempting a landing I could barrely maintain general heading within +-30 degrees. At 200ft trying to land near my runway, when reaching 180 MPHA and wheel down, the plane abruptly started to loose directional control and rolloed toward the ground. By pitching down even more I regained speed and aileron control, I buzzed the ground and a Bomber Hanger and could barely maintain a positive VSI. (Those having experienced an engine failure on a twin around VMC know what I'm talking about).
Looking at my damages, I have no rudder, no wonder I lost it. I came back other my base in a long turn and bailed safely right above it giving a kill to.... Kirin
LA5 Group 2 report: Nobody sent me via email their report
kills (unknown), loss (at least 1)
Wow...long post ... sry hihihi
Be safe all, Frenchy.