We had the good luck to be in the right place at the right time. But then, Stampf does seem do that pretty often.
As always, Frodo spotted the quarry first, down at treetop height. Gotta love that FrodoVision (tm). We all came diving down on them at the speed of heat, and hit their formation when they were one or two minutes from hitting their target . The short icons were as much of a surprise to us as to anyone else, and sure made for some white-knuckle moments in the ensuing dogfight on the deck with that swirling bunch of Spitfires.
We were only just barely able to scramble back up to altitude in time to hit that wave of B-26s, which came in shortly after the furball on the deck. (By that time, the enemy icons were back at the usual 3k.)
Hey, I'd rather be lucky than good, any day!