Bahhhhh....holy crap, my last pilot out for 9 days.
Nice deep recce with tons of flying time. We get over the Railhead and I'm counting trucks. All of a sudden little holes are appearing all over the place....yikes 2 Fokkers at about 30yrds. My gunlayer just froze and peed his pants. No time for thinking its just split and run. We make over the lines but I've strained the bus too much and now the sod is gaining on us. Sopt a sausage section and land next to it and its lovely MG's.
Yeahhh, I'm saved. Give him what for lads!! Err....oh oh.