Folks,

I clicked the mouse and a mixed flight of Spits and Hurris took on 2 flights of He111s escorted by 2 flights of Bf 109s bound for Kenly in the afternoon.

Here's What Happened:

I padlocked a bomber and came in low and behind. Several blasts of .303s and there was a loud report and the port wing cracked. Down went the stricken bomber as the outboard third of wing flashed past my Perspex hood. That was when I became aware that someone was hitting my tin roofed outhouse with a shower of gravel....well it sounded about like that.

I poured on the power, rolled over and dove away. Pressing the padlock toggle once more I was instantly directed to a small dot just entering a cloud. Off I went. There were RAF fighters and 109s all around. It was a target rich environment for both sides.

I closed on my unsuspecting adversaries six, cut power to stay behind and not over shoot, and as his turning prop became visible, I pressed the firing button. There were flashes all across the fuselage and wing roots. The 109 flipped and dove away with me on his tail like a bulldog on a rat. A British bulldog at that.

Now and then I took a shot when I was close behind but saw no flashes. We continued downward and I knew better but continued the pursuit anyway. It had been a long time since I had been behind the stick of a Spitfire and I was happy as a pig making fertilizer.

For some reason, unknown to me, my enemy leveled off at 5,000 feet and turned for home with me still on his tail. Perhaps he was wounded? I came up from behind too fast and went into a high yo-yo to stay on his tail and burn off speed. As the 109 filled my sight reticle again I pressed on the firing button once more. Hitting first right and then left rudder I thoroughly sprayed him. There was a loud report as my shells hit and sparkles danced along his fuselage and wings.

My doomed opponent dove to the left and I cut power and kicked rudder to follow his shallow dive. A light smoke was flowing from the enemy craft now, not the more common black, oily variety. Suddenly, I was aware that the dive had become more shallow. I was still close behind and just off to starboard. I might have peppered him one more time but there were so many 109s and I had lost a lot of altitude. I didn't dare waste the ammo.

I decided to pull up close and have a look at the pilot as I have read so many other fighter pilots had done. Closer and closer I came as the 109 continued on straight ahead with only a slight nose down attitude. I was almost close enough to be flying formation on his starboard side when there was a huge explosion and the German fighter instantly disappeared. Wow!

OK, I'm sure that you have had far more exciting adventures flying the new BoB 2 WOV. Post them now if you will. We'd love to read about them.

As for moi, I'm still flying the original BoB with everything maxed out. Soon I'll download the final BDG patch for that game and then I'll be as close to your WOV as I'm gonna get with this old box of lights and wires.

Leroy has sobered up now and he swears that Dux was not at the Nasty Spittoon in Studley Grange when he got there on the HWH motorcycle. He also swears that he only had one pint before returning home by bus (nearly comatose without the motorcycle) so we take that statement with more than just a grain of salt. The search for Dux, and the wait for another chapter from Z2 continues.



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