Mission Date: 10-07-1940
Aircraft: Bf-109 E1
Markings: Black 2
Victory Claims: 1 Hurricaine
Shared kill with Flyby, both saw him go down.
Seems we had more planes in the hangar than pilots so we grabbed the chef out the kitchen (his cooking was crap anyway) and unceremoniously stuffed him into a 109 with no marinade.
After a few false starts and burnt engines just after wheels up (just like the food he used to prepare) we managed to get the oven running smoothly and the necessary radiators open.
Configuring prop pitch keys on the fly was a challenge but we final made the channel in tact.
It was fun, I could almost see the white knuckles and the beads of sweat brought on by intense concentration of the new pilot
Way behind the main groups we headed across the channel, and were told to vector to the Brit airfield.
On the way there we picked up a Hurricane crossing the coast and engaged.
Solid hits and he lost some flight controls and started venting. Flyby came in and finished him off.
Turned back West down the coast but we were low and slow. High Spit overhead then Brits everywhere.
Got mixed up with a million British planes on my ass, oh look, water radiators perforated, death.