By: Hogie309
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In the overcast sky, I spotted an FW 190 (a 21 C. FW 190:). I pushed my throttle forward a felt the extra horsepower of my fuel injected 12 cyl. R.R.-Merlin send me further back into my seat. I caught up with fritz and lined up my Sperry open gun sight (my 'iron sights') on the Nazi's engine mount. . . my heart was beating so fast and so loud, that I could hear it above the sound of my engine. I squared my jaw and sent one short burst of six .50 cal. guns all roaring at once and sending heavy lead and phosphorescent tracer rounds into the soft under-belly of the FW 190. My gal's .50's tore that Nazi to ribbons, hahahaha !! I love to get rid of bad-bully people, so us cool and relaxed, and open-minded Human Beings can live forever in Peace :)
Suddenly, my engine starts to sputter and make stupid noises. I start smelling burnt oil smoke in my cockpit, so's I have to open my canopy so I can breathe. I spot's me a town. . . that sounds like Popeye. . . I knew I had to land this plane somewhere. I spot a town down below with a field right next to it ! . . . Respectfully Yours sir, Cpt. Hogancamp, AVG. |
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