But not
that good a start. As I watch, the Tommy recovers and flies on. We seem to be alone in our little patch of the sky, so I go down after him. He sees me coming this time, and tries to escape in a turn.
But I close faster this time and let him have it again. His wings go level...
...and then the pilot bails out. No doubt this time!
The abandoned Spitfire noses down into a shallow dive. My tail is still clear so I pull up nearly alongside him. Just close enough to get a clear look at my victim.
It's not often a 109 gets to fly formation with a Spitfire!
Harried by some rather inaccurate flak, I turn around again to the north, where the fighting started. The radio is still alive with the usual calls, but less frantic now. One of the boys announces he is going home.
I'm tempted to do likewise, but I'm supposed to be in charge. So back north I go.
...to be continued!