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1275psi -> RE: herbiesan vs Cantona!!! (6/27/2008 11:07:26 AM)
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Sitting in the vibrating, bellowing cockpit, Juni B considered the strip ahead of him
This was going to be tricky - ahead he could see at least three huge sheets of water not yet drained from the field after the tremendous showers of the last hours.
The enmy was coming, they simply had to be going.
If only this 44 was not such a pig of a plane to handle on the ground - such a narrow undercart -and so bloody high!
Nothing for it.
To his left the Colonel again was leading the way. With a snap Ban settled the goggles down -and eased the throttle to the wall_ the 1400 odd horsepower bellowing into life
Almost immediately - awheel is falling int a rut - wing down! -get it UP!, full opposite rudder!, easy, easy, .......easy, and now he can breathe as the tail comes up, and the fighter clears the trees so close to the end of the field.
They climb rapidly -a finger of three, and soon join the oscars circling at 10000 feet.
Visibility is good, the tropical haze has not yet built up, cleared by the morning showers.
He eases the goggles off -and concentrates carefully on the sky about him.
Again the oscars see them first - a dozen odd sharks coming in -looking for a fight.
Crap - no height advantage -but eagerly he turns into the combat - he has 2 kills, and a very jealous brother behind him -and he wants more.
there is no fear -just a coldness to close a shark -to close and bring him down.
A Tomahawk drifts across to his left, and Juni grunts hard as he attempts to get its tail.
His opponent must'nt know he is there -and that is why -a KI43 completes the picture.
The turn takes 5 seconds -an eternity -a string of planes -the hunted, the hunted, the hunter... and death then fills the air.
The oscar speed stalls, flipping over and violently down -escaping -the p40 straitens -and ban fires - pieces flying from the curtiss.
But it does not fall, diving to escape -and he dives -rising in his straps -the dust of the field leaving the floor of his cockpit -hard on its tail.
he fires again -do these 12mms have any punch!
and then something strikes him hard - and now there is fear as he slams his left foot down, wrenches the stick to the left.
Whatever hit him does not follow -and the dark sea of green is far too close.
Breathing hard, Juni B heads home, throttle to the wall.
And it strikes him -he may be good -but there is always someone better.
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