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Down there somewhere are Huns - possibly the same Ju88s I didn't officially see, earlier. I start handing out attack orders, which are accepted. So the boys must reckon they're Huns, too.
Then it's my turn. Down I go, in a very steep corkscrew, chopping the throttle so as not to leave my wings behind. I may need them later.
I admit that if it wasn't for padlock, I wouldn't be able to see the aircraft I'm chasing at this point. It wasn't previously marked red in the TAC, so it could be one of ours.
But no - as I close in, I can see that it's one of those pesky Ju88s. I let him have it, and he returns the favour.
We're both hit, but he's hit harder. After breaking away, I can see him going slowly down, trailing lots of leaking fuel and/or glycol. He pitched over and went in soon after this picture was taken.
Meanwhile, the others are doing quite well, judging from the R/T chatter. But my own engine doesn't sound or feel right. I have the notion that I'll need to get down somewhere, and sooner rather than later.
...to be continued!
Then it's my turn. Down I go, in a very steep corkscrew, chopping the throttle so as not to leave my wings behind. I may need them later.
I admit that if it wasn't for padlock, I wouldn't be able to see the aircraft I'm chasing at this point. It wasn't previously marked red in the TAC, so it could be one of ours.
But no - as I close in, I can see that it's one of those pesky Ju88s. I let him have it, and he returns the favour.
We're both hit, but he's hit harder. After breaking away, I can see him going slowly down, trailing lots of leaking fuel and/or glycol. He pitched over and went in soon after this picture was taken.
Meanwhile, the others are doing quite well, judging from the R/T chatter. But my own engine doesn't sound or feel right. I have the notion that I'll need to get down somewhere, and sooner rather than later.
...to be continued!