Last night, I had the most intense sortie I have ever had. I was planning on making a movie of it... but I am stupid little ferret and didnt save the .trk file!
Normandy, '41. There I was, in my Emil, patrolling over some small airfield with the rest of the guys.
The weather was nice, no clouds and sun shining.
After a few uneventfull circles over the airfield I saw three 4 plane lines and lots of scattered dots over them.
I was thinking "Hmm... that looks like an bomber formation. I am still to see a friendly bomber here and they are coming from north too." :hmm: I gave my wing commander the finger and broke off to investigate.
The dots grew bigger and bigger. As I got close I noticed more scattered dots just behind the line formations. "I'm sure some of them are friendly" I though.
A minute later I was close enough to identify three separate Blenheim formations and 14 other planes scattered around them... RED NOSE CONES! HURRICANES!!!
Needless to say, they all jumped me after I strafed the lead bomber either damaging it badly or killing the pilot as it plunged to it's doom.
Okie, there I was, hitting the "Anyone, help me!" button as fast as I could and flew towards friendlies.
My Emil withstood close to what felt like 10 minutes of constant fire from the Hurricanes and just as I got to the friendlies, the fuel that was leaking from my bullet ridden wing caught on fire.
I didnt want to try my luck anymore and bailed out. From the ground I watched as the other Emils hammered the RAF down to the last plane.
I hitched a ride back to my homefield and soon got back into the air and scored my 5th, 6th & 7th kill (Hurri, Hurri, Blenheim) and became an 'ace'.
