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06-14-2005, 12:44 PM
weve read stories of RLA by pilots in ww2 & what happend an such & so ive made this thread so everyone can post there own stories of accounts during online or offline play.

heres my account of one event that happend on the BOB server one night.
i was flying a 109g6 heading across the water towards the ememy base, after about 2-3 miniuts i caught sight of a spitfire just above me, he hadnt seen me. i raised my nose to draw level height with him, he started to turn to the left & still had no idea i was closing in on him, i got withing range let out a quick burst from all my guns, missed! the spit pilot then turned his spit to the left hoping to get on my 6 but i stuck right with him, he tightend the turn, my 109 was shaking & the white trail had started to show from the wings but the 109 was hanging in there, after 3 circles the spit pilot broke away & climbed i tried to keep chase but the 109 was slow to acclerate, the spit made a pass at me to the right & climbed again i turned the 109 around to his 6 but he was gone again the spit made another pass, i tried to turn in the direction i thought he went in, & then i caught sight of the spit he was coming in from my 10 o clock high as he came i raised the nose to as to where he was going to pass, let out a burst of fire & success. caught his wing & he was plumiting down to earth., i headed back to base to land & over the chat the pilot of the spit gave the message '~S~ good fight m8'. i returnd the message the ~S~ because that was really good flying.

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06-14-2005, 10:11 PM
Late war. I was leading a flight of Corsairs on a routine escort mission for a mixed formation of SBDs and Devestators. They had orders to strike what appeared to be a submarine tender sitting off the coast of some god foresaken unamed island in the South Pacific.

The flight into the target was uneventful. The TBDs had already dropped to the deck in preparation for their torpedo run and it wasn't hard to maintain visual contact with the formation through the light clouds. The SBDs were forming up for their dive.

To my nine o'clock I spotted a pair of bogies four to five thousand feet below the dive bomber formation. Having not been briefed to expect any other allied air activity in our sector I assumed that the bogies were bandits.

They were headed for the bomber formation but judging by their speed and the course of the bombers I knew the bomber jocks weren't in any real danger. I detailed the rest of my flight to maintain the escort over the bombers and peeled off from the formation with my wingman to bag a couple meatballs.

My wingman and I made a hard left bank to bring us nose to nose with the Japanese fighters. As the range closed I jinked my bent wing bastard to avoid enemy fire and was able to idtify the fighters as outdated Ki-43s as the pair climbed and turned to follow us.

My wingman and I maintained our altitude and speed to increase the range between us and the meatballs. When I judged that we were far enough apart, I hauled my bird over again to look the enemy in the eye. Again the ki-43s sprayed and prayed but instead of climbing they dove towards the clouds.

Knowing full well the capabilities of my bird I brought myself around and firewalled the throttle engaging the water injection system. As the 43s disappeared through the clouds, my wingman and I happily followed confident that victory would soon be ours.

As we came out of the cloud I had to throttle back to avoid ramming the 43. As I quickly lined up my shot, I was distracted by movement on the horizon. I strained against by restraints to stare through my front windscreen...and there off in the distance swarming like an upset swarm of bees was over twenty of the Imperial Japanese Army's latest and hottest fighter, the Ki-84.

Immediately I reversed course and slammed the throttle home again but I knew it was already too late. Over the deafening pounding of the engine I could hear the screams of my wingman as he was cut to pieces by fire from the two lead Frank's. A quick glance in my rear view mirror told me that I would soon be sharing my wingman's fate if I didn't do something creative in a big hurry.

I flicked my Corsair into a snap roll, watching tracer rounds from what looked like a thousand guns flying past my canopy into the spot I had just been. The manuever was so quick that I soon found myself in a spin. I quickly recovered and let the plane dive nearly straight vertical as I screemed over and over again on the radio for anyone to help.

As the ocean rushed up at me I began to hear rounds from the Frank's hit my tail and wings. I waited until I didn't think I'd be able to pull out and then waited a second longer to deploy my combat flaps. I hauled back on the stick and had the satisfaction of watching the lead Frank go straight into the drink (19 left, a target rich environment http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/16x16_smiley-wink.gif).

When I came out of my loop, I found myself behind the main part of the enemy formation and let off a long burst on the first meatball I could lay my sites on. I had the pleasure of watching his wing fall off and the fighter begin an uncontrollable barrel roll into the water but just then I was struck from behind. I jinked from side to side using my rudder and ailerons to throw off my pursuers aim while calling frantically on the radio for anyone to help.

Not getting any response, I threw my plane into a series of violent turns and barell rolls to throw off the aim of my pursuers. All the while trying to lead the fight back towards friendly lines knowing full well that the effort was as close to pointless as it gets.

I began collecting a alarming amount of lead in my bird, the engine had redlined long ago and it was beginning to run rough. I knew my ride couldn't last much longer so I once again slammed the throttle home and made a run for allied territory.

It wasn't long before holes begain appearing in my wings. I felt the slam off a heavy cannon round hitting my tail and fell the looseness in the pedals that told me I had lost my rudder. Another round found my engine and it began to run away. I heard a sickening whirl from the front of the plane and watched the RPMs climb out of control. I took several rounds and began to lose my vision. Another hit my elavators and I knew it was all over.

Wounded and too low to bail out I sat in my parachute...numbly waiting for the end. The explosive force from a final volley of enemy fire threw my Corsair into an uncontrollable right roll.

My right wing struck the water and then...nothing.

06-15-2005, 02:42 PM
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06-15-2005, 11:12 PM