We met some Brisfits. Started high and I landed quite a few rounds into him but his rear gunner was giving as good as he got. I gotta hand it to the pilot too because he threw his craft all over the sky trying to shake me off him. Many times he did but I was able to re-gain my position with a well placed barrel roll or high yo-yo. The fight kept losing altitude until we were dog fighting at tree top level near a church. Just as I put the killing rounds into his machine and he lost control, pitching into a row of trees, his gunner shredded my upper right wing. I managed to limp back to the airfield in the background.