Picture it:
A flight of turkeys coming over target at 10k, the doors open and ready to rain hell on the airfield below.
Slightly higher and circling like birds of prey, the purring hellcats await any sign of opposition... hungry for the kill, they watch and anticipate.
Higher still, the beautiful bent-wing corsairs keep a watchful eye on things down below, engines growling and ready to scream in if things don't go according to plan... and they never do work out to plan.
My god, I'm glad to be a part of this! It's gonna be great!