On a warm, nice day of February, 1945, a proud patrol of Doras take off from a field in northern Germany... (Croduh and me!)
They're heading NE to reach the Channel, in a fighter sweep mission.
Suddendly, well over the sea, at above 20 k feet, an enemy patrol attacks! (damn, it was first time I fly without icons, it's really hard, especially after the merge, when you have to identify friends and foes! Krusty is right, maybe it's better to have friendly only on)
P-47! It's going to be a tough fight for the jerries... (here's Frank's Jug)
The Jugs' leader is immediately on one of the Dora's... (Frank, savagely firing at ME! )
...and the Focke Wulf gets rid of his tailwheel!
The german pilot, caught by surprise, has just the time to release his drop tank and try a desperate roll....
...before the yankee, stuck on his tail, can open fire again...
...and hit him, squirting blood all over the cockpit!
The german pilot seems to be doomed, but he's not alone!
His trusty Kamerad (Croduh) is quickly on the yankee's six...
...and he's swiftly getting in firing range.
Meanwhile, the yankee's wingman try to protect his leader anyhow he can (rascl8th, firing from EVERY position )
Warned by his wingman, the Jugs' leader pulls hardly into the vertical...
...but the Dora pilot is not surprised, and he keeps his target into the gunsight;
a furious chase takes place over the sea.
Finally, the jerry can achive a good firing position...
...and the mighty Thunderbolt is crippled by the powerful Dora's guns.
However, the american pilot keep flying his wounded bird (hard time it was, Frank, wasn't it? )
The proud german can't yet claim his victory, and must continue the pursuit...
...always pressed by the Jug wingman!
But with a last, good burst...
...the yankee is a toast!
Another victory for the UberDora!
While the poor Frank, caught between fire and boiling oil, has no other choice...
...but to leave his flaming bird...
...and take his trusty .45!
One vs. one, now. And Rascl8th wants revenge!
He starts firing at Croduh wildly...
...but the skillful croatian evade his shells...
...and while they are looping, the Jug misteriously blows up! Why, maybe it was another mighty, unknown german secret weapon.... netlag?!?
So, the merry Croduh may return happily home...
...and even his Kamerad, though wounded, can make it home and tell you this story!
