Dylan Watson P/O 257 Sqn B Flight Northolt AF. 1 and 1/2 Kills.
July 29, 1940
Convoy Patrol : The sgn's 8 a/c arrived on station over Convoy Empire at 1110 hours , Only to have 4 Me 110's dive on us no warning from control. The fight lasted a long time , I banged away but couldn't hit a sausage then the guns hissed empty. so dove away as one was heading for me. The score was 1 to 1 so we drew even in losses.
Intercept: B flight's 5 a/c were sent out over the channel and connected with a 4 a/c enemy bomber flight. I say , a hot one took 3 hits in my kite,but I did damage one. The Boys knocked down 3 of the e/a in that fight. 1 Hurricane was shot down no one saw a Chute.
I am still messing about in Quick Scenarios as I haven't had the time to start a proper Campaign. Here is a general DMR from a recent QS mission.
A mid morning patrol mission and all is quiet until I spot a lone HE111 down low trying to sneak in amid the cloud cover. His navigator must have miscalculated their bearings and seemingly he has now separated himself from the large formation of axis bombers being reported just to the South of us by Fighter Command. Our Squadron leader had to return to base when his Hurricane was streaming a slight bit of oil and his oil pressure gauge was fluctuating wildly. He relinquished his command to me and I accepted the Flight Leader role for the duration of the mission. My nerves are on edge as I roll over and lead my two mates down to attack this lone bomber.
I am hell bent on not letting this jerry unload his bombs on any British targets. I know he is looking for any target of opportunity and I don't have much time to dispatch him before he will unleash his bomb load and inflict the punishment which he is determined to deliver. As I maneuver into a firing position I let loose one burst which must have killed the top gunner. I settle in behind the 111 and ask my mates to scan for any jerry fighter cover that might be about. I fire on my target and score numerous hits.
The 111 is shredding into pieces as I pour my 303s ammunition into it, and the bomber is slowly disintegrating.
I pore on the coals with short burst after short burst of my 303s and the 111 is becoming a mangled death trap for the jerrys inside. I can only assume the pilots controls are jammed from the damage being inflicted by my eight guns, as he is flying on straight and level and has not tried to evade my attack. For a bomber in a group this would be normal, but a single bomber would usually maneuver to try and thwart my attack. These jerrys are only along for the death ride as I push my attack relentlessly.
I know the top gunner is not dead now because I can see him fighting his guns trying to free what surely must be a jam as I assault the heavy bomber at my leisure. I am firing only short bursts to keep my 303s cool and conserve my ammunition in case we are jumped by 109s. I trust my mates to spot any jerrys, but one never knows where they can come from and surprise you. They love to attack out of the sun where one cannot see them pressing their assault.
Only the crew of this HE111 know the hell that exists within its' fuselage right this moment. The hot shrapnel from the bullets I am unleashing on them is taking its toll and the suffering is immense. Death searchs them each out as their bomber slowly is dying in and of itself. The protection it has so bravely offered each of them is slowly being broken.
Death took its toll as the 111 finally gave up her life and plummeted towards the water. I watch her smoking badly and on fire now, and as she goes down I see two parachutes emerge. For those two jerrys the war is over, but for the others still in the 111 the war is over in a very different way. They are on their way to a watery grave encapsulated in a fiery tomb.
As we fly over and confirm my kill I search my heart as to what I have just done. It is a hollow feeling to have been so charged up to get a kill and stop the enemy and then contemplate the cost. While exhilaration runs through my veins my heart aches for the hell I have just unleashed on another man. War is a heavy burden, even for a righteous cause.
As I and my mates fly on to return to our patrol sector my wing man shouts out, "Fighters! seven o'clock high!!! I look up and see three 109ps rolling over to dive in and attack us.
Clearing my mind I call break and we each take evasive maneuvers. My two mates each roll over and split s off to the right and the left.
I pulled up and rolled over to my left to dive into the clouds nearest my Hurricane. My enemy has the advantage and the clouds are my best defense. I now must fight to save my life and my adversary rightfully deserves my respect and best performance to maneuver myself into a place of advantage or a place of safety. In the clouds I hope to gain his six or.... lose him and survive to fight another day. I ask The Lords' help in this endeavor.
As I scream towards the clouds I can see one of the 109s is diving on me with a high rate of overtake. He is almost within guns range as I get closer to the clouds. I see him level out and watch as I enter the clouds, seemingly not wanting to follow me in. Does he not have the nerve to follow me in? Or maybe he is low on petrol,... or maybe he is out of ammo?? I notice my heart is pounding on my chest as if to leap from it.
Once in the clouds I bank left towards England just to make sure jerry doesn't have an easy shot on me if he has followed me in. As I ease off the stick and descend to the West I hear my wing man scream over the radio," I am hit and going down!!! ....Nooooooooo! I scream!!!
I level out in the clouds and key my mic, "Roger, Roger, mate come in!!!.... Roger!!!!" After all of the chaos, silence should be a welcome friend to me but I would give anything, even my victory over that bomber to hear Rogers voice.. to know he was alive.....
As I clear the clouds I am alone, the sun is shining with nothing but the roar of my engine and the sight of my sweet home England playing to my ears and my eyes. Tears are rolling from my eyes as I accept that Roger is gone and Kent has not radioed in. I am alone. I am merely a boy in the middle of a war, trying to survive....
After landing and securing my trusted Hurricane I am debriefed and head straight to the pilots pub to raise a drink to the memory of Roger and Kent and our Beloved England. "We lost two good pilots today, but we fight for Freedom so their lives were not given in vane!!!" But for the Grace of my God, there go I ! This was not my day, so I shall fight on offering up my life for the cost of a Free England!
After a fitful nights sleep, hearing the bombing in London, I am back in my Hurricane early in the morning ready for another go at jerry!
Jeremy Pluck The Fightin' 56! (I am trying to get this to take off with my mates, but it hasn't happened yet!) North Weald
Our lunch-time patrol ran into a flight of bombers! Their escorts being extremely tardy, we settled in behind them almost in formation! The AA started up and I was fearful of a collision or being hit by Archibald... In my timidity, I failed to down a bomber, but when the escorts finally did show up, things went a little differently...
Jeremy Pluck The Fightin' 56! North Weald August 1st
The heat of summer is in full force, creating a miasma of fog and smoke over the lands. We took off on an early morning patrol to the North Sea (again!) and ran into a lower flight of bombers headed east. With the cloud cover down around 8000 feet, they had nowhere to hide as we settled in behind them. I fired off over 1500 rounds into one but he refused as to so much as smoke in my presence! As I pulled away for another pass, Thomas dove in and finished the berk off with two rounds! I swear!
Pol, the fog effect is cool at low level, but higher up it just reads as gray, and the effect where it just disappears all of the sudden, like at 3:04, is very jarring. Maybe it would be best to pull it out until some dithreing or some dx11 effect helps out?
Dylan Watson P/O 257 Sqn B Flight Northolt AF. 2 and 1/2 Kills.
9 Aug 1940
Hit pay dirt on the 2nd Patrol.
Late Morning Patrol Chain Home; 12 a/c No joy.
1220 hrs The ops fire off a flare and off went the Sqn. The Squadron Leader checked in with Top Hat over the RT They reported Bandits heading for Brighton at Angles 12. Buster. A perfect intercept right behind 5 e/a. I got one had to use all my ammo and saw 2 chutes coming out. My Sqn mates mostly A flight got the other e/a's I say, the Sods didn't know what hit them. 5 e/a down No losses.
In all seriousness, if I had parked behind him, I would have done better,which is what the AI sort of does, but I feel that is probably ahistorical and bombers should probably be a bit deadlier yet, or formations tightened, as has been mentioned...
Not directly related to the comments here, but as luck would have it we have new behaviour for lone or deteched bombers in the next patch (all being well). They will jink and try to make it more difficult for you.
Dylan Watson P/O 257 Sqn B Flight Northolt AF. 3 and 1/2 Kills.
15 Aug 1940.
Been Rainy and finally cleared up then Scramble. The Sqn's 12 a/c ran into swarms of the sods near Boxhall. 109's . Blimey it was a punch out and total confusion. I was hot one one when my wingman stole my kill then went in a cloud came out and took hits . Flipping over and back into a cloud layer . I lost everyone so RTB. Everything was ok till my landing gear collapsed and I did 360's all over the Northolt Runway. The station Commander said that I was a Messy Chap and not to park on his runway. We lost 4 a/c and claimed 2 109,s. I crashed but was ok, 1 pilot bailed,. 2 KIA and 1 wnd. Not a good day.