Along the line of your favorite person to shoot down comes: your favorite death.
Here are a couple of mine.
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I was flying over our airfield that was under attack by a formation of bombers and was hit in the air by a falling bomb and killed.
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I was in a tank trying (in my inept way, since I am not practiced in tanks) to help my fellow countrymen defend against an assault by our dastardly sworn enemies. Hearing tank fire and seeing friendly icons, I drove around to where I thought I might be of some use.
I waited a while, scanning the terrain for enemy tanks and heard the sound of aircraft engines. I looked up, didn't see anything, and went back to scanning the terrain for enemy tanks.
Then I heard the report of a cannon quickly followed by a hit on my tank. An enemy was close! I popped into my command position and hurriedly scanned around, starting from my forward left and proceeding clockwise. Nothing in my forward quarter, still scanning, and another report and hit.
Now, I could see behind me, and there it was: an enemy B-25, on the ground, taxiing toward me and firing its front cannon! For an instant, I froze, flabbergasted by the situation, then started traversing my turret. But after another hit, I was dead.
Nath got me. He had landed his B-25, taxied around some trees up toward the rear of my tank and blasted me.