[JG52Krupi]

Awesome, we had something like this on simhq here is my post from that thread.


Flying over the red lines and having already downed a hurri I decided to do one last sweep of the area before RTB and sure enough a spit caught my eye. Unaware of my presence I opened the throttle and closed in on my prey, the cannon in the right wing was out of action from the previous fight so I opted for a longer burst from MG's and sure enough thick smoke started billowing from the stricken aircraft, but the pilot hadn't given up yet and was pulling into a sharp climb, alas it wasn't to be sure enough his engine slowed and finally cut out and the pilot bailed. I followed the aircraft as it stalled and slowly slide into a plummet (Damn AI machines ). Flashes of gunfire quickly snapped me out of my daydream and I could only stare blankly around as a hail of 0.303cals chewed their way through the narrow cramped cockpit that I thought was soon to become my coffin and sure enough I felt the stab of a bullet grazing my side out of instinct my body thrust forward into the stick and down attempting to hide from the lead ripping through my machine. Without realizing it I had entered a steep dive and collecting my senses I opened up the throttle raised my flaps and dived for home...

I'am not sure how I managed to escape but I did and now seemingly out of trouble I decide to survey the damage taken in the cockpit a number of bullet holes in the front canopy was allowing a bitting cold wind to scratch and claw at my face, a number of instruments were broken but most distressing sight of all was my gunsight, smashed to smithereens. No worry I would be landing soon and sure enough the concrete landing strip of my HQ was visible in the distance. A flash to my right caught my eye and I saw another 109 under attack from a hurri with one glance back at the safety of the concrete strip ahead of me and despite the bullet graze from my last encounter I veered off to the right... I couldn't leave a comrade in the lurch even if my craft was in no fit shape.

Swiftly and despite the damage the 109 began to gain on the assailant who was still too busy trying to down his target, I reduced the throttle and lowered my combat flaps... I had just entered a long flat turn when the chilling sound of 0.303cals rattled against my machine, immediately I yanked back on the stick opened up the throttle and started a steep climb as second later I quickly pushed the stick forward but nothing happened, my elevator was broken! yet my aircraft continued to climb sharply.

Looking back at my tail my worst fears were confirmed the elevator was stuck forcing me into a ever steeper climb, what should I do.. Bail. No! the sea was stretching out below me and I could see my concrete home not far away now, I must try and land. I raised my landing flaps and began to claw at the elevator wheel... it must work... I had entered a dive now and the ground was looming towards me but sure enough with the elevator wheel on full the climb was significantly reduced and I was able to turn away from the tree tops.

Briefly my attention returned to my comrade "Forget about him there is nothing you can do now"... turning towards my HQ I made the achingly slow business of attempting to bring my aircraft in for a landing. It was only now that I felt the stab of pain in my chest, I had being hit again in the last attack but this time much worse, slowly my sight was blurring.

By turning my aircraft in one direction and then the next and with my throttle reduced I was able to produce a slow controlled decent, for anybody watching it must have looked like crazy dance, eventually it was time to lower the gear and I heard the familiar clunk of my undercarriage locking (at least I did in my imagination, damn sound bug) and two green lights burst to life on the instrument panel.