My Story Resumed
I was in the hospital for about two weeks before I was better again. When I finally got out, I was told by my squadron leader that I had been transferred to the Stuka squadron on a nearby airfield. When I arrived there, the squadron was having dinner. One brave pilot, upon my arrival, stood up and said "Welcome commander, I hope you enjoy your time here." I at once thought about why was I their commander. It turned out my little "stunt" had caused me to get leadership of the squadron.
The next morning I woke up early to plan a strike on some British Tankers. I called in to the commander of my former squadron residence and ask him to see if he could offer escort. He at once agreed to such and I then got my squadron up for the briefing. I had planned out the mission such that we would circle up to about 3500 meters and our fighters would escort at 4000 meters.
Pretty quickly we all were in the air and then we started our slow pace to the the needed height. When then soon headed off towards our target. After making it about halfway across the channel, we then were promptly attacked by some hurricanes. Our kind escort took care of them but we lost two Stukas in the process.
Nothing more eventful occured until the first flak burst appeared, scaring the daylights out of my gunner. As we approached on our targets we split off, each of us targeting an individual ship. Our success that day was about 50% accuracy and I scored a direct hit on one of the tankers that made it nearly go flying. Our gaggle of aircraft then began our trip home. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flight of Spitfires approaching on us, growing increasingly larger by the second.
To be continued...
Please note that all of my stories are from missions that I have flown online but some things are changed (Like the size of the flights) but it is only done so to improve the story's quality and some stories were from multiple flights (You'll better understand it in part 2 of this story)
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02-18-2012, 09:21 PM
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