I race after the Huns, who are really taking a pasting.



This one is going down vertically, less some important parts of his airframe...



...while this one...



...and this one...



...are just making a run for it. The boys are practically queuing up to knock the hapless Dorniers out of the sky.



This one looks like getting away, though, so I go after him. Can't have that!



But long before I get in range, another Spitfire drops onto him like a crow onto carrion.



For the second time, I pull aside and let my squadron-mate get on with it.



Which he duly does, forcing another Dornier crew to hit the silk.



The abandoned bomber goes down quite gently. I seem to recall reading that they had a primitive autopilot which could inter alia be used to keep the plane steady for a bail out.



One after another, the bombers go down. One of the boys announces he’s going home, but apart from that, we don’t seem to come to any serious harm, in return. We seem to have wiped out the Huns! The boys begin to reform. So I'm quite surprised when I hear Yellow 3 reporting he's making an attack.



Has he spotted a surviving Dornier? No, he hasn’t! Above and right, I see a bunch of Heinkels.



Crikey! We’re not done here yet!

…to be continued!