I continue my turn and check my fuel again. I'm over half full, so I can afford to carry on for a while yet. Meanwhile, another pilot reports heading for home.



I can see an aircraft ahead, some distance away and just below the horizon. But suddenly, an enemy is reported at eight o'clock!



I quickly tighten my turn rather than reversing it and there, up above, is what looks like a solitary Spitfire, nicely silhouetted. Even at this range, I fancy I can make out those distinctive elliptical wings.



Judicious use of full revs enables me to come up behind him. I must have used up a fair bit of the sixty rounds for each of my 2 cm cannon so this time I get a bit closer before letting fly.



The Englishman falls into a sideslip, slowing right down.



But he recovers into a slow, gentle right-hand turn, so another attack is necessary...



...after which I get a good view of him as I flash past. He makes no effort to go onto the offensive.



However, he won't go down or bail out, either. What is it going to take to nail this Tommy? Better shooting would help! Or more shooting, at any rate. So I come after him again.



After my next pass the Spitfire rolls over...



...right onto his back...



...but recovers again, and even seems able to gain a bit of height. This won't do! I close in again, determined to get him this time.



...to be continued!