posted 01-02- 08:43 PM
I am writing this as I lay in the burning wreakage of my plane. Flames lick at my arms and hands so I have little time to tell you of this Uber pilot flying B17's of all things.My squadron was on a normal patrol over Germany when we spot 2 B17's which had obviously seperated from there group. We were low on fuel, but could not miss this opportunity to bring down more of these beasts which have done so much damage to our factories and strudell stands.
The B17's were low..very low, and it looked as if they were going to try to land at a small fighter base. Ha! I said... to myself, not today!
I pointed my plane on an intercept and within seconds was lining up my cannons to rip the beast from the skies. I fired a burst, but the pilot seemed to anticipate this and lumbered out of the path of my fire.
My speed from the dive shot me past the bomber and I started to turn to make another pass. The pilot of that plane had eyes in front and behind him though and he turned his plane to give his gunners a clean shot at me. I was damaged but still flying and now desprate to bring down this plane, and the maniac flying it!
Our altitude was to low to do any manuvering, so I opened up my cannons on him! My hands and fingers are still vibrating from the cannon fire.
Suddenly...a giant explosion!!!!
The next thing I remember is laying in my now shattered cockpit...my plane a wreakage of it's former self. My legs broken, and pinned inside. The fire creeps closer now. If I could only see the pilot of that B17....who is that mad man, magician...Oh! it comes closer...it's landing directly beside me...I can just make out the pilots name on the side of the plane...cough...cough...it says.......cough.......Tailslide.
Dang it! 
Great job Tail!
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posted 01-02- 08:43 PM
