8 February 2002, 03:55 PM
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Ah, so many missions, so many memories...
Here then, as concisely as I can relate it, was my best mission...
Dawn mission, the sun not yet up. You couldn't see the ground very well, you'd have to look at the horizon to see anything flying backlit against the sky...
Flying a SE-5a; realism up to 125%-- does anyone remember the little 'trick' with the SE-5a's gunsight? That is, you didn't center your target, but instead used the top half (more or less) of the sight to really hit your target well...
Just took off; still close to the ground, just above the trees.
Suddenly--
A formation... a flight... I go to join up... BUT IT'S JERRY!!!
What the heck are they doing over THIS side of the line?
No time to wonder. Just aim and shoot!
On the tail of one-- pup-pup-pup-pup-pow! Did I get him? Can't say-- those DVs are tough as hell! Fly past him, now on the tail of his brother... BANG-- this time he crashes down!
Then it's my turn-- I hear that sickening ripping sound, the groaning of the wood-- I'm taking hits! Put my nose down, gain some speed, come up under another one... steady... steady... got to get him before that last one gets me... top of sight... closer... POW!... turns right into the ground...
Then I get hit again... and again... I sure am lucky!... I decide to stick close to the ground... I'll just land if I'm really in trouble... but now I've got to turn...
AND THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!!
Oh, Christ, THIS IS THE END! I can't get out of this... there's too many of 'em...
I aim and shoot and pull away and aim and shoot and pull away... always short bursts... sometimes to the wing... often to the engine... just shoot and turn... shoot and turn...
It's getting quieter now... more sky and less of them... where'd they go? I take a look in back of me...
Ah, so there you are!
Three Albatri (Arthur Gould Lee's phrase, BTW)-- one of 'em shoots, but I turn just in time... my planes damaged, slower, but still in one piece... I could land if I had to... I keep turning.
One zooms past... I'm behind all three, and CLOSE... I target the middle one... the flight leader? Well, whoever you are, you shouldn't have shot at me... I open the throttle... I'm flying by gunsight now...
Thought you had me?... Thought you had me?... Closer... Closer... Son of a bitch... Son of a bitch... Pilot's in the center of the sight now.... Steady... Top of sight... I pull the trigger... Let him have it!... Let him have it!... GOT 'IM!!!
A hissing sound... now I'm out of ammo... and I'm getting hit again... must be the one on my left, he's probably behind me...
just throttle back, and put her down... engine off...
I got nine of them! NINE! And I lived to fight another day!
[One thing that I learned from that-- in RB3D, you don't neccessarily have to 'flame' your enemy or shoot the hell out of him; but well-aimed shooting, even if the damage isn't readlly apparent, can be just as effective!]
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