Se intampla in toamna lui 2005


Here is some kind of briefieng. Excuse my english, i know it stinks.




Yesterday i came back to the squadron, after multiple surgery, recovery exams and reexams, after all that they let me fly again. It's strange the guys look the same but much much more older, and it past only 4 months....hmmmm. I changed a few words with Electric and he told me the squad is short on pilots so i will se some action really soon.

So soon???? Briefieng, i begin to shake a bit, i'm kinnda lost because i don't know the sector we are flying, in don't know if i can fly the plane as i used to fly. this is gonna be a though day, a new begining.

So here i am in my Wildcat, engines are runnning, a star is rising from the control tower, we starting our show, Mytzu is rolling, electric is rolling too.
I put the full throttle realesing brakes and ...... surprise we have torque... my plaane is going on the left. i put full rudder on the right and some brakes ..... ooouuuupppsss too much rudder, too much brake, the plane is going hard on the right damn landing gear, may god have mercy and please God help me to take this plane in the air. Thank you God! I am with a weel on the runaway the other couple of inches above the ground, one wing too close to the runway i put the flaps on landing and the plane is climbing couple of feets. that was close, i start to put my landing gear out, preparing for normal flight and i spend too much time looking in my cockpit and here i am almost alone in the sky. i see my planes far far away and i'm closing on them. Such a nice formation....like a parade, what a pitty i will close on them and ruin this nice formation.

We climb up to 7000 meters, damn is sooo cold. Mytzu saw enemy planes and start diving. All the squad diving with him. hmmmmm who's gonna protect us from the enemy high and fast??? ...whatever i don't want to loose them and i put the stick on the panel, hoollly crap, redout, i take out from the dive and i am alone ....again, and damnit my mates need me, i circle around couple of minutes and i can't see a thing, that's it Sorel your on your own.
Hold on ... 1000 meters belows 2 shinny Zero's, i enter on dive in spiral, building speed and going on attack, the Zero formation is pulling out and i'm too fast too maneuver them. I'm climbing at an high angle the speed is going down i put full rudder on left and here i am in another pass. I began to fire in a Zero it takes some hits, but damnit nothing too serious. The Zero is entering in dive. i'm on his tail but his acceleration is much better than mine 4000 i'm close.....3000 closer ....2000 m 680 km/h close but not close enough, 1500 i scream at the jap "pull out you lousy soon of a bitch, i don't wanna die with you" i guess i killed the pilot i' start to pull up, my stick is hard as concrete, damnity i don't want to brake the plane the jap has crashed in the water and i have a black out but i keep pulling my stick a black out, heh here i am again in this world at 10 meters above the water, suddenly i'm all swet.

I'll try to come back in the action i see from far far away one of our plane shot by a Zero, i can't do anything i'm looking at the scene like and i cant help the guy. I curse and try to get that Zero down, too late is disengaging and fly at home low and fast. I'm going home now.
lucky for me the landing is good. I park the plane, stop he engine and i remain in my cockpit without any strenght in my to go down. We have some though time ahead us, i don't know if i can make it any more.....

[D13-th_Mytzu]

De-a lungul existentei noastre ca escadrila am participat la mai multe razboaie virtuale, la unele misiuni misiuni ceva mai interesante, pilotii au facut niste povestioare

[D13-th_Mytzu]

Scrisa de D13-th_Zayets:

IL-2 War : The begining
Is funny how things are going when you are watching them somehow detached. Actually, I never thought I will make it to the first line next to Stalingrad. I am not saying that I wanted that, but to be honest I would rather be with my comrades instead of pouring coffee for a fat, drunk general back in the headquarters. And that was not all. Inge started to piss me off by inviting me and her parents to the theater. All together! And then to the restaurant. And then where those fine, subtle remarks that we look so good together. Maybe we should get married, said the mother. Fortunately, the wine was pretty good, not the cheap red kind. After all this show,I was walking Inge to her apartment but I didn't go upstairs. Went to the Farting Ponny , meeting some friends and yes, I got drunk there. And kicked that guy right in the balls. You see, when you drink you fail to see immediately what lays on someones shoulders. And that guy had something... too much. To make the things worse, he was from SS.
I was still drunk when the train was about to leave. In Stuttgart a couple of feldgendarmes kindly informed me that my future unit leaved Africa for Russia. I was put in the first train to Munchen and then ... here I am! Staring at this huge land mass in front of my eyes. Nothing, but land, rivers , so flat that you wonder if we'll ever have some shadow here.

The Kubel stops in front of the hangars. I am on the tarmac, looking for something. I have the order in my hand, but there's nobody here. Uh, here's this guy coming out from those barracks. Someone blackened his eye so bad that he looks like that dog Pongo, the dalmatian one. He leaves the box he carry on the ground and looks for something in his pockets.
- Do you have a light, comrade? decided him to gave me some attention
I fish for that Zippo in my pocket and give the thing to him. I don't smoke, but a lighter is always a good thing to have with you. Besides, that was the only thing left from Frank. Frank is gone now, he left in US after the Crystal Night. I can see now that he did very well. There was no place for people like him in the order made by Adolf. But such is life ...
- Electric,my name is Electric, said the man putting my lighter in his pocket. And you are?
- Zayets, I will have to report to D13 something, you know by chance where that is?
- There, he points to the third hangar from left and tries to leave
- My lighter, I said before he picks up his box, a wrecked radio.

Is really odd when you see a hangar where's no activity. And is not even noon. I spot some smoke behind a Friedrich wing and decide to go straight to it. I see now, half dozen playing some cards game. Judging by the Reichsmarks piles they have in front of them, they take this pretty much seriously.
-Feldwebel Zayets, at your orders, I yell like on the instruction, barely holding my laugh knowing what will happen next.
The one close to the wing hits the slat with his head, the board on the barrel fell on the ground with noise and now everybody's running to collect their coins under the airframes in the hangar.
-Jesus Christ, man! said one little unshaved prick. You scared the shit out of us! I thought it was the oberst! Why didn't you announced according to the rules your presence in the D13 compound? Now, go to the door and come back again. As the regulations says! On a double!
I realize that this is the only way to unleash the laugh I keep in me and I rush to the hangar door. Once outside, I start laughing. But laughing! Can't stay long, otherwise they'll get suspicious. Now I am in the door frame and I report, as the regulation stipulate:
- Feldwebel Zayets, at your orders! and I hand the paper with the detachment order.
- Let me see that paper! a voice sounds behind me. I turn and in the same time salute the oberst behind me. Apparently I saved these guys arses showing up so unexpected.
The oberst checks the order then he makes a paper ball out of it and throws it into the burning barrel next to the door. A short whistle call and a labrador shows next to his super shinning boots.A good fed dog I think, while I realize that I am hungry.
- So, you are the new hero, says the oberst. To whom do we owe the honour of seeing a guard pilot here among us? What's the story? Did you screw your commanders wife? Or did you fight him? Or maybe both?
- Disciplinary reasons,sir, I say smelling some chicken soup nearby.
- Ah, they call it like that now,says the oberst.Zaelu! The jacket you sold me for that huge price is nothing but crap. You said is leather but is not!
- I swear on Toppy's dog that leather it was! At least Electric sold it like that to me! Not to mention that I have paid the double price I have sold it to you,sir! said the little unshaved prick while I learn now that his name is Zaelu.
- You give back my money or you'll get back to transport where you belong! said the oberst rushing out from the hangar.And you - says him to me - welcome to the trenches. Hope you'll last a day.

- So, you are the new guy,eh? said Zaelu. Good God, man , what did you do in order for them to send you here?
- Punched someones son, right in the face. Apparently his father did not appreciate my educational approach,so here I am!
- You must be hungry.You look tired,but you can't sleep. In fact I am grounded because I dissobeyed a direct order but they miss people so bad that they put me back in the plane!
- What did you do to be grounded? Maybe I'll need to lay down sometimes, thus is good to know
- Nah, I forgot the general comm open in flight while I was explaining Korn how to make the best steak from horse. The oberst didn't appreciate it though, so he put me on report.But now is gone. The report, that is.
As we were talking, we were approaching the barracks and we entered the one closest to the forest. Small, dusty but somehow clean. Nobody was inside.
- Everybody's busy. Some of us are in mission and they have to come back. Oberst has to report to the commander in chief this afternoon so he didn't flew. Others are wandering somewhere in the compound. That's your bed, and he pointed to a bed in the middle of the line across the windows. It belonged to Flash, he's gone now. You will find your closet at the other end of the barrack. So, make yourself at home and let's go eat.

Next : You won't last a day

Iata o alta povestioara draguta scrisa de Rhyno dupa o misiune la Stalingrad:

Stalingrad.. groapa comuna. Mareata masina de razboi germana s-a impotmolit in noroiul de pe malurile Volgai, si nu pare sa se poate urni mai departe. Desigur ca nu indraznesc sa gandesc cu voce tare, defetistii sunt executati sumar.. nici chiar o Cruce de Fier nu te apara intr-o situatie ca asta.
Vocea maiorului ma scoate din reverie "... posibil sa intalniti o patrula romaneasca, le dati tot ajutorul posibil." Se intoarce spre mine, monoclul ma fixeaza, aratand la fel de ridicol ca intotdeauna.. Cine ar fi crezut ca grasunelul asta e un tactician desavarsit? "Michael vreau sa-l iei pe nou venit.."arata spre un pusti care ia imediat pozitia de drepti. "Stabsunteroffizier Takeoff e inlocuitorul lui Hans Volgert.. arata-i zona, reperele, tine-l aproape, nu ar trebui sa aveti mult de furca asa de dimineata." "Desigur, Herr Maior." Ne ridicam, salutam si iesim. Pustiul se tine dupa mine, se vede clar ca are emotii.. "Tinere, cate ore de zbor ai pe Gustav?".. "46, Herr Oberleutnant".. vocea ii tremura putin, desi se chinuie sa o ascunda. "Stai aproape de mine, ochii larg deschisi si o sa fie bine. Azi incepem sa umplem sacul ". Privirea lui mirata ma amuza,asa cum se intampla de fiecare data. De cate ori am calmat cate un cadet in felul asta? Fetele camarazilor imi trec prin fata ochilor..dar nu ma las cuprins de ganduri negre. Daca va vedea cea mai mica ezitare in mine soarta ii e pecetluita.. panica il va omora cu mult inaintea gloantelor inamice.. asa ca zambesc si ma aplec spre el ca si cum i-as destainui un secret: "Fiecare pilot are la inceput o punga plina cu noroc si un sac gol de experienta.. Secretul este sa umpli sacul inainte sa se goleasca punga.. " Zambeste.. semn bun. Ne indreptam spre zona de dispersare, unde mecanicii fac ultimele verificari. Flash si Claus sunt deja legati in chingi, fac preverificarile. Ca de fiecare data,Gustavul ma lasa fara rasuflare.. Acoperit de roua, stralucind in soarele diminetii.. rezervorul largabil atasat ca o remora de un rechin cu numarul 13 sfidator pe fuselaj. Ma urc in carlinga, leg chingile, fac controlul radio. Mecanicii imi fac semn ca totul e in regula.. Tusitul motorului care se trezeste la viata se transforma in tunet pe masura ce cresc puterea. Ma misc automat, cum se intampla intotdeauna, si pana sa ma dezmeticesc bine suntem la 2500 metri si urcam din greu. O privire rapida in spate si vad ca toata lumea e cu mine, chiar daca 14, noul venit e ceva mai jos. Mergem spre est, cu soarele in fata, dar pana vom ajunge la linia frontului vom mai schimba directia, si nu va mai fi asa un inconvenient. In curand, printre cativa nori rataciti se vede panglica Volgai, cu Stalingradul intins pe malul vestic.. Fumul de la numeroase incendii inca arde.. Vai de cei din iadul de jos.. Ajungem in zona de patrulare la 6000 de metri..Patrula se anunta plicticoasa, dimineata nu prea e activitate.. Conduc patrula spre est, sperand sa zgandar vreo reactie, dar rusii par sa doarma.. nici macar ACA nu binevoiasca sa traga. Urmeaza un viraj lenes pe dreapta spre sud-vest, care urmeaza sa ne aduca din nou desupra orasului. O stralucire metalica imi fuge prin vederea periferica.. Alarma! O silueta se profileaza pentru o fractiune de secunda deasupra unui nor, cam cu 3000 de metri mai jos, apoi alta. "Contact hdg 180, 3k.. Par sa fie banditi. Dupa mine baieti.. Largati rezervoarele!" 3 clicuri de microfon anunta confirmarea. Motorul tuna, G-ul se napusteste inainte, trezit din letargie. Unde au disparut?? Eram sigur ca i-am vazut.. dar parca au intrat in pamant! In cele din urma vad ACA-ul nostur incepand sa traga spre vest, desupra Staligradului.. Trasoare verzi imi confirma pozitia inamicilor.. Viram spre ei.. ma uit in spate si constat cu neplacere ca formatia s-a destramat.. trebuie sa ii mustrez cand ne intoarcem. Fac un cerc lenes incercand sa disting inamicii contra pamantului.. Pentru o clipa ma gandesc sa conduc patrula mai jos, dar ceva nu pare in regula.. nu pareau sa fie Il-uri.. Ma horatasc sa trimit celula 2 sa angajeze, urmand ca eu si 14 sa facem acoperire. O ultima privire in jur, si un fior rece ma infioara. La est, mai sus ca noi, 3 contacte.. Nu au cum sa fie decat inamici.. "Banditi ora 3, mai sus ca noi.. toata lumea URCATI!" Multumesc in gand stelei mele norocoase ca nu am trimis celula 2 jos, si urcam agatati in elice spre inamicii care se apropie rapid. Primul ma ignora si, detasnadu-se de coechipieri ataca navalnic pe celula 2 care e ceva mai jos.. Tomahawkuri.. le identific dupa boturile late .. si liderul are o emblema alba pe laterala! Un as sovietic, fara indoiala.. Virez rapid dupa el, constient ca este cel mai mare pericol.Inutil, p40-urile au manevrabilitate mult superioara pe orizontala.. il las sa vireze si urc.. nimic nu se poate tine dupa G in urcare.. Ma uit in spate si constat ca 14 nu mai e dupa mine!! caut in zadar sa-l gasesc, radioul e o cacofonie ingrozitoare, si sunt atacat din mai multe parti.. renunt sa-mi caut coechipierul si ma concentrez pe un alt rus care se apropie periculos.. o serie de manevre rapida ma pun intr-o pozitie avantajoasa.. Il aud pe Claus exclamand triumfator ca l-a lovit pe asul rus.. Ce urmeaza nu se mai inregistreaza normal, adrenalina imi intuneca judecata si ma las sa lunec in furia animalica a luptei.. inamicul imi trece prin colimator.. apoi nu mai manevreaza!! probabil sunt in punctul mort din spatele lui si se crede in siguranta. mare greseala.. Ranjesc triumfator in timp ce degetul mi se contracta pe tragaci. Tunul bubuie, mirosul de cordita imi inteapa narile.. vad proiectilele lovindu-l pe nefericit in plin.. P40-ul lasa o dara bolnavicioasa de fum si apoi cupola carlingii sare, urmata de pilot.. Nu mai stau sa vad unde se prabuseste, ceilalti au probleme.. Ma intorc spre lupta, chiar la timp sa-l vad pe asul rus, care inca zboara, cum se apropie vertiginos. Evit, virez, urc.. tot timpul in sus, G-ul meu urca ca un inger cu dor de casa. rusul e in limita de viteza, ma rastorn peste el, dar e clar ca stie ce face.. si cu avionul avariat reuseste sa ma evite.. Urmeaza cateva momente de panica cand un avion neidentificat se apropie de sasele meu.. UN LAGG!! cer ajutor prin radio, numai Claus raspune ca e angajat si nu ma poate ajuta.. unde sunt restul!?!? trebuie sa ma descurc singur..Dansez cu inamicii, si apoi, int-un moment de respiro, vad un 109 zburand drept, cu un lagg in coada! nu, un yak, dar ce conteaza.. ? si asul rus tot spre el se indreapta!!Strig in radio, cu speranta desarta ca nu e prea tarziu.. yakul trage o rafala lunga.. Aud in sfarsit vocea panicata a cadetului .."Am unul in coada! Ajutor! Luati-l de pe mine!" e prea tarziu ca sa-l mai salveze cineva.. G-ul se rastoarca si intra intr-ul picaj disperat.. Urmeaza o liniste macabra.. Vad rosu in fata ochilor.. O sa plateasca pentru asta.. Pic pe rus hotarat sa-l fac bucati.. in 30 de secunde suntem la 1000 de metri, si asul se indreapta spre un alt G!! E Claus, care din fericire ma aude din timp si apuca sa-l evite.. rusul viraza dupa el, eu dupa rus.. Nici nu ma mai obosesc sa ma uit in spate, probabil ca e un yak acolo, dar nu conteaza.. tot ce conteaza e ca rusul asta sa moara azi!. Claus nu poate scapa de el, dar e un veteran care stie cum sa zboare defensiv.. rusul rateaza inca de doua ori, apoi vine sansa mea.. in urcare e tinta sigura.. Apas tragagiul si RATEZ!! imposibil, cum am ratat din pozitia aia? Rusul inca nu m-a vazut, si face ultimele corectii ca sa-l termine pe CLaus.. E timpul pt un gest disperat.. Nu mai franez, desi ma apropii vertiginos de rus.. Elicea mea ii rateaza de putin ampenajul, si realizand pericolul rusul degajeaza cu o fractiune de secunda inainte ca varful planului meu drept sa-i loveasca carlinga. Virez dupa el,rusul evita, e bun, dar totusi reusesc cateva lovituri de tun intr-o aripa.. prin norul rosu al urii si furiei reusesc totusi sa vad un Mig?! si un IAR romanesc trecand pe langa mine.. rusul vireaza dupa IAR, si isi semnaeza condamnarea la moarte.. De data asta proiectilele mele lovesc in plin motorul si carlinga.. ma ridic desupra lui in timp ce percuteaza Volga.. Imi dau seama ca urlu, si ma opresc.. Parca ma trezesc dintr-un vis.. ma uit in jur , si in stanga il vad pe Claus care s-a lipit de mine, Flash nu e nicaieri, iar TakeOff e probabil in Valhalla.. Nu apuc sa termin gandul, cand vad cu coada ochiului o umbra in spatele lui Claus. PERICOL! trasoarele verzi pornesc in aceeasi secunda cu avertismentul meu, dar rusul nu a reusit o loviturra fatala.. G-ul avariat se rostogoleste pe cer, vocea lui Claus e nefiresc de calma cand anunta ca nu e lovit grav, dar ca are nevoie de ajutor. Manevrez nebuneste incercand sa-l curat, dar inainte sa pot ajunge intr-o pozitie favorabila vad trasoare albastre loving migul.. E un IAR! Romanul trage incontinuu, dar e prea departe pt vre-un rezultat.. Trebuie sa degajez ca sa nu intru sub focul lui.. Rusul intelege in sfarsit ce se intampla si o taie.. Imi verific rapid sasele, si vad ca romanul a degajat.. insemna ca drumul spre mig e liber! Virez rapid si ma arunc in urmarire, cu Claus venind si el in urma.. Trag la intimidare cu mitralierele, rusul se sperie si urca.. Proiectilele mele de tun il lovesc in aripa si rezervor.. Un fum negru ma anunta ca e lovit mortal.. fac un tonou si revin in pozitie.. apas din nou tragagiul, 3-4 proietile pleaca apoi se aude click-ul fatidic care anunta ca s-a terminat munitia.. Ma uit mirat la indicator.. e prima oara cand raman fara munitie de tun. Ma apropii si deschid focul cu mitralierele.. la a treia rafala mig-ul se rasuceste brusc si intra in pamant. S-a terminat.. Parca pentru prima oara dupa ce a inceput lupta reusesc sa trag aer in piept.. Cerul care cu momente un urma era un furnicar de avioane inclestate in lupta e acum pustiu, in afara de mine, Claus si romanul de mai devreme. Il salutam leganand din aripi, si memorez numarul ca sa-i multumim cum se cuvine mai tarziu.. Incerc de cateva ori sa-l prind pe Flash pe radio, si in cele din urma il aud slab anuntand ca a doborat un mig. Drumul spre casa pare lung, si tacuti aterizam fara obisnuitele leganari din aripi.. Motorul tace, avionul e parcat si napadit de personal auxiliar. Ma vad ca sunt incruntat si bucuria li se risipeste rapid.. Ordonanta maiorului ne vine in intampinare.."Tocmai am primit vesti de la Stalingrad. Takeoff e viu, cam speriat dar e in regula" Rasuflu usurat.. se pare ca norocul a fost cu el pana la urma. Ma intorc spre personalul strans pe pista, inca incruntat "Ce stati gramada aici? Ati uitat ca suntem in razboi?" Se uita unii la altii, neintelegand izbucnirea mea. "Dar, Herr Oberleutnat.. " "Nici un dar! Aveti exact 5 minute sa pictati 3 stele rosii pe avionul meu, una pe cel al lu Claus si una pe cel al lui Flash, altfel veti fi prea ocupati curatand latrinele ca sa va puteti bucura de butoiul de bere pe care-l fac cinste in seara asta!" Uralele izbucnesc in timp ce ne indreptam spre popota..

bai, unu' dintre voi care stie sa scrie, povestiti cum am facut eu formatie cu Pe-2-ul in SEOW, dar va rog sa nu uitati sa precizati ca l-am doborit pina la urma

[D13-th_Mytzu]

Mai intai trebuie sa le spunem ce's alea Pe2uri

pai ce sa fie...?

avion

[Kazuo]

a citit careva "povestea unui om adevarat" de boris polevoi ? povestirea lui rhyno este scrisa exact in stilul scriitorului rus, cum descrie si el o batalie aeriana in ultimele pagini ale cartii. te tine cu sufletul la gura

[D13-th_Mytzu]

Povestea scrisa de raino este exact in stilul povestilor pilotilor romani, rusi, englezi, francezi...
Da, am citit cartea.

[Rhyn0]

Heh, povestirea asta a fost my masterpiece Ma bucur ca va place. Mai am cateva in engleza scrise mai demult cam in acelasi gen pe vremea VEF(virtual eastern front) dar nu mai stiu pe unde sunt.. o sa le caut.
Pt cei care nu cunosc IL2, trebuie sa mentionez ca am incercat sa relatez cat mai fidel posibil surescitarea si adrenalina luptei. NU de putine ori m-am ridicat de la birou dupa o misiune mai dificila ca sa-mi dau seama ca imi tremura genunchii si sunt transpirat leoarca.. Ar trebui sa facem niste inregistrari de teamspeak si sa le punem pe aici ca sa vedeti atmosfera.. se striga, e confuzie, se dau ordine, confirmari, se simte tensiunea in vocile celor angajati.. este o simulare extrem de fidela a realitatii de atunci.
Sistemul de razboaie virtuale incearca sa recreeze situatia de pe front la o anumita data, si sa recompenseze supravieturirea si indeplinirea misiunii. Cu cat supravietuiesti mai multe misiuni ( streak mare) cu atat se mareste numarul de puncte primite, se obtin avansari in grad, se dau medalii, etc. Sa vedeti adrenalina cand ai un streak de 10-15 misiuni si te pomenesti inconjurat de inamici sau in alte situatii dificile.. nu am la calculatorul asta linkurile dar poate posteaza mytzu niste linkuri catre pagini de razboaie virtuale sa vedeti care e treaba.
PS: toata actiunea din momentul in care am vazut inamicul si pana a picat ultimul mig a durat maxim 6-7 minute.

[Fedayin]

yooo , lecca here, vaz ca aveti sectiune si pe site-ul asta nou
yoo nu am mai zburat de multisor pe net, adek de doua sapt :P si zbor pe cad mainly , merge nice treaba acolo, pacat ca nu prea am pus mana pe stuka, nu vezi decat heinkele si '88-uri. nah bune ca e de ajuns unu' cu sc2000 si 20% din tinta e asigurat dar nu prea e mare lucru de povestit cu magaoaiele astea tiptil si ocolit pana la tinta, zboruri de cate o ora, cu doar 2-3 minute de actiune imi amintesc ca pe cwar te mai intercepta lumea pana sa ajungi la tinta, aici astia nu au treaba cu obiectivul, trag in tot ce prind, asa ca eu, chiar de's cu heinkelul sau cu ju88 , ma bag in picaj , dau drumu de la fo' 500 m (am delay 3 sec) si apoi acasika la 50 de m. de obicei merge aa nu mai e asa periculos , tre sa te invarti o vreme pe acolo ca sa iti dea damage serios. enervant e insa ca nu prea se vad tintele , cum se vedeau pe cwar, de la distanta, si tre sa studiezi la briefing cam pe unde sunt . in rest, cand prind cate un fighter, ma fac de ras mai dau jos cate unul asa, pure luck, in rest ma chinui sa ajung home safe

see ya !

Copyright la Electric. E de aseara.

Flight : Emil North,
Mission : bomb enemy AAA at Log then return to Kachalino,

Report:

Took off with Sorel (third patrol) , forming up with Zaelu-Arcas/ TakeOff-Mav.
Nice flight to target, just below the clouds (near 1k). Mav, me and Sorel are ordered to drop bombs and engage 2 cons at 2 o'clock high.
One of the cons (a Yak!) passes me on the left as I climb, speeding towards Sorel. I see Mav somewhere fighting one Yak, Sorel handling another.

I can hear distant explosions from enemy airfield as Zaelu , Arcas and Takeoff smashes their AAA.
It's liquid hell down there , a short glimpse over my left shoulder... I cannot breathe anymore in my oxigen mask, air is hotter than molten lava.

I push the stick to escape the Yasha behind me, I'll scissor him now...It works, I manege to get above him...unfortunatelly I hear Mav screaming, a hick-up and it's silence. Hit the silk, Mav!

The other Yak is in my crosshairs now, I shot carefully and gasoline starts pouring from his wings, he tries to maneover as Sorel tells me something about oil on the windshield... some flames licking his boots! Jump my dear, jump!

His parachute got the tailplane of the burning Emil...they are doing 600kph towards ground, smoke trail epitaph on russian skyes..bye Sorel.

Unfortunatelly, red nosed Yak's brought down two of our pilots, my dear wingman Sorel and the new guy Mav that just arived from flight school last week... His third combat and final death.

Arcas comes to help me, he gets one Yak, and then another... I am left without cannon ammo chasing one Yak that...oh....he downed Arcas!

The sky is clear here, I regroup with Zaelu while Takeoff tries to chase the last yak... we go back to kachalino on patrol.
There we spot 2 distant contacts, human operated flight, mixt cell Lagg3 and Il2.

I chose the Il2, deliberately ingoring my death from above: the Lagg dives as I open fire on the IL2... mighty russian cannon smashes the canopy, the engine catches fire, shells explode inside cockpit...

I am half living in the fireball withou ailerons, rudder, elevator... I see the green soil... Sorel, here I come...

[D13-th_Mytzu]

Tot din misiunea de aseara debriefiengul lui Zaelu:

4th mission (as I recall) debriefing

I was the lead emil in the northern atack group with the precise task to die trying to destroy the artilery defending Log airfield that could easely turn towards our advancing tanks. Our armor was tasked to overun the airfield, we were tasked to cover them. Same drill as for Kachalino.

We were 6. Me, Arcas, Takeoff, Mav, Electric and Sorel. Just two came to land at the end.

Flight towards target was almost uneventful. Just when we were 5-7 KM from target "shockwaves" struked our flight. later we were to find out that planes from still russian airfield alarmed tried to scramble and some were find in ruins at our arrive. The poor paisans failed the pressure and colide at takeoff. We got realy lucky by this event as our oposition at the target was softened by this incident.

Just when we were closing, preparing our atack cons were reported at 2 to 3 o'clock and soon "we are engaged" injected an overdose of adrenaline through our veins. I ordered Mav, Electric and Sorel to release their eggs (they were the ones least trained for the ground target we faced and was the best call ATM) and engage the enemy planes to make cover for the front 3 in their atempt to atack Logs AAA.

I chossed to try to find the left proxim flak gun of the Airfield, Arcas choosed (ordered ) to atack the right proxim flak and Takeoff was supose to atack a center rapid fireing medium AAA. Me and Arcas struck the comunists from our choosed targets in the first pass. Takeoff failed his target and extended. As I atacked with my guns the first flak I climbed in an oval above the left side of the field and dived towards the medium AAA now fireing after Takeoffs tail. While diving I ordered Arcas to engaged the russian fighters as I was hearing disturbing comms from the other flight mates.

I exit my dive and whatch over my shoulder the russian comies been thrown away in a shower of debries from their anti aircraft gun. 3 guns out. Two more to go. The most dangerous guns were destroyed.

As I climbed away setting my recon pass over the field in the search of the other 2 guns I was informed that Mav was downed and Sorel was badly damaged trying to eascape. Arcas and Electric were covering me and Takeoff now.

After several passes over the field I managed to destroy the other two AA guns with the help of Takeoffs tracers pointing to their reveild position.

Just as I was climbing after the last pass (if I recall corect), I looked back and saw a white smoke trail... fuel! God dam it! I recalled that I was hit once in the front part of the plane and then noticed that one of my MGs was stuck... but fuel tank puncture? When?...

While I was trying to remember this details some uninteligible warnings where yelling in my helmet... I looked back again... it must have been past 10 to 15 seconds from the first time I saw the fuel leak... now I saw from where it camed... I freezed instantly from the adrenaline injection I got. An LAGG was trailing smoke... not me... and he was hooked from my tail... chasing me without fireing... I saw him just when he broke away. Why?

...Lucky second time.

Aparently that russian was winchester or something cause after few turns trying to clear another comie from one of us he emergency landed on the atacked airfield. We let him go as he most probably would be captured by our advancing armors. The last one got away towards east and Takeoff, electric and me chased him for a while. I then foud out that Arcas was missing too...

We closed to Kachalino airfield where we contacted by radio Korn and Toppy as they were there paroling the airfield. We saw again that LAGG from Log airfield and we chased him away again. Then we headed a little south towards Kotluban to investigate two suspect contacts. IL-2s!!

We started to chased them... just when I managed to get behind one of the IL-2s I slamed my trigger and contrary to my expectation (I knew that my cannon ammo was out and one MG blocked) I saw three tracer lines... what the hell? One red and two green... then I realized that Takeoff was shouting in my ears: "Check six! check six!". I broke away in panic...

...Lucky third time. I almost got killed from my target fixation.


I was cleared by takeoff and electric of that comie... unfortunaly electric colided with him and the chase ended in a ball of fire. We lost another one.

I got again no time to reflect as another Lagg is reported near... the IL-2s are retreating... I shout on all chanels for help south of Kotluban... at Samovalovka. "We are engaged one boggie, Lagg, posible two more IL-2s, please assist!"
Mytzu responded somehow calm... "I'm comming... ETA 5 minutes". Toppy also reported to come from Kachalino.

The Il-2s retreated but towards Kachalino were they took advantage by the fact that they were not spoted by the Toppy and Korn and atacked on their way one tank and a stationary Stuka... Darn, that airfield needs AAA.

The last Lagg ended bad... Mytzu got him and sow one of his wing off...

We, me and Takeoff returned to Kachalino airfield where we landed without any other incidents.

Although our quite big losses we managed to make the russians retreat on the other side of Volga in the northern part of the theatre.

Salute to my friends, honor to my enemies. I lived another mission.

[D13-th_Mytzu]

... si debriefiengul meu:

Me, Snupy and Myg took off from Stepnoy in our E7/B's and went to North-Center Staingrad to attack enemy units trying to brake the encirclement. On our way to the target we passed a Stookie group, when we reached the target I was unable to hit the enemy armours, so I started signaling to others where the tanks were, they all missed then we heard the Stookies attaking enemy armours that broke the encirlement and were attacking Pitomnik airfield, they knocked them out quickky then they arrived on target at Stalingrad, I heard them on radio claiming one tank destroyed there too. We climbed towards Gumrak and at some point I saw Snupy's plane going on its wing and he was yelling on the radio like crazy, something went wrong with his plane.. I saw it crash near North Stalingrad and no chute opened Me and Myg kept patroling GUmrak area until we heard a pair of Bf109-F4's vectoring fighters towards enemy bombers going from Kachalino towards Stalingrad at about 3000m, I told Myg to follow me and as we reached East of Kotluban he managed to see 2 contacts at our 3 ock low, I finally saw them and ordered Myg to attack them, when he got closer he said they were chaikas, I saw his tracers hiting the enemy plane then a collision - Myg's wing was busted as he failed to pull out and avoid the enemy wreck. He crashed several Km's South-East of Kotluban. I attacked the second chaika, scored hits on him then he followed me to GUmrak where the AA defences got him. Later I hered romanian gibsies in their Emils asking for help in Kotluban area so I turned again towards that village when I saw a furbal of 6 planes, 3 of them headed east along the river while 3 more were fighting furiously, as I aproached I heard Zaelu swearing while he was fighting an LaGG3, I joined the fight and made the rusky brake thus freeing Zaelu's 6. Seconds later all 3 of us were on his back until I finally managed to catch him and brake his right wing with a cannon burst. We didn't reach the Il2's , they escaped ud while we faught the LaGG3. The gibsies returned to Kachalino as I returned to North-Center Stalingrad, while I was trying to see any armours that broke through our lines, a quad got my engine and oil all over my cabin. I imediatelly returned to base and managed to emergency land at Gumrak as a Fi156 recon was landing from the oposite way, I got out of the runway and stoped just in time.

[Rhyn0]

Am gasit povestioarele. Cateva mici explicatii inainte. Au fost scrise ca un jurnal de front pe vremea primului razboi virtual "adevarat" ,Virtual Eastern Front. Trupele la sol in numere reprezentative pt situatia acelui front puteau fi influentate de actiunea aeriana. Desi in cele din urma rezultatul era tot cel istoric, interventia jucatorilor putea intarzia sau grabi rezultatul, si astfel avei impresia de a fi "acolo", ajutand partea pt care luptai. Se murea pe capete, majoriatatea zburand "a la Quake" fara a da importanta supravietuirii lor asa ca ne-am strans cativa mai rasariti si am creat o escadrila speciala, numita 1 Life Squadron. Ce era deosebit la ea? Nu puteai zbura cu pilotul din acea escadrila decat pana mureai sau erai capturat. Mytzu a fost cel mai longeviv din cate tin minte, cu vreo 8 misiuni la activ si vreo 2-3 kills. Eu n-am apucat sa zbor decat vreo 3 misiuni pana cand am abandonat proiectul( inca in viata si eu si Mytzu). Majoritatea pilotilor zburau exclusiv pe vanatoare( e mai usor sa supravietuiesti cand poti sa alegi conditiiile in care lupti, si pe langa asta la altitudine amentintarea antiaerienei este muuult mai mica), eu fiind singurul care zburam pe Bf110( fighter bomber bimotor, greoi in comparatie cu 109 dar extrem de bine inarmat si blindat).
povestioarele sunt o relatare mai "artistica" a ce s-a intamplat in misiuini, NU sunt fictiune!
Sper sa va placa.

Mission 1
8 days... 8 long, frustrating days since i arrived from the hospital and only 20 minutes in the cockpit when Maj. Meyer took me up to see if i still know the stick from the throttle.. I don't know why he confined me to my quarters.. i guess doing that inverted pass under the bridge did't make the impression i was hoping for.. i'm just about to rip another page from Mein Kampf to roll a cigarette when Hans, my gunner/radioman comes barging in "We're being called!" he shouts.. i put the book away, grab my helmet and goggles and hurry towards the field.."Which one?" i ask Hans.. He grins "We have the AH Michael.. Guess the major didn't like shitting his pants and wants to get rid of us".. Being the first plane to get to a combat area the AH is tasked with AAA supression and is of course the most vulnerable.. But it's better than nothing.. i say to myself.
As we reach the planes, i can't help but admire the shapes of my Zerstorer.. Glistening in the hot afternoon sun, surrounded by a score of fitters she dwarfs the nearby 109s her nose proudly pointing upwards.. A failure they called it.. the humiliation of being escorted over the Channel flashes briefly through my mind, but i shrug it off.. here on the Eastern Front the 110 truly has found it's place.
The checklist is short, the fitters wave their OK's and i fire up the engines.. Nr1. roars to life followed closely by Nr2.. I can *feel* the 2 heavy SD 500's under the belly.. some poor kazaks are gonna be having a very bad day today. As we taxi toward the runway, the intercom comes to life and i hear Hans: "Feodorovskaya for today Michael. They spotted large numbers of russian transports being held up by a damaged bridge. Heavy opposition expected both in the air and on the ground. Course is 020 to Slavynskaya, then 090 for 4 minutes then attack on 180 heading." "Roger"
"AH this is ground control. Clear for takeoff. Good hunting!"
"AH rolling"
The engines roar as i slam the throttles forward.. I can't help smiling when i imagine Meyer's face in the BH plane behind us as a huge dust cloud envelops his plane. . then all goes away as she lifts in the air and my mind goes into that state where the plane is just another part of me.
The time seems to rush past.. we hug the ground on the route north east that should take us around the main combat area.. "When we get home remind me to wash the right prop Hans"..
"Another rabbit?"
"Didn't get a good look at it.. i just saw the splatter of blood on my window"
As we turn east the order is given over the radio to start gaining altitude.. As we climb to 1500 the frequency gets busy.. the fighters are engaging the enemy.. tracers flash in the sky.. close.. too close..i allready see the dots circling madly.. they are almost on top of us.. i immediatly dive to cover.. on the relative safety of the deck i continue to target.. the battle rages above and our 109 seem to have the upper hand. Suddenly a halo of tracers surrounds the plane.i hear Hans cursing over the intercom.. we were so busy searching for fighters above we forgot to look at the ground.. we flew right over the target and now every machinegun, flak gun and pistol is aimed in our direction.." About 20 trucks, 4 tanks, and a couple of AAA guns " i hear Hans over the comms..I start a spiralclimb to the right, looking for a way through the hail of tracers to bomb the AA guns. "Bandit 4 o'clock high!!!" the hair on the back of my neck rises as i see the threatening shape of an LA diving on us.. No other plane in sight, the other 110 are probably still minutes away and the escorts are tangled with the enemy fighters.. i hit the bomb release and the plane jumps in the air, lighter and more agile now.. radiators closed, throttle 110.. i push the stick forward trying to gather speed.. tracers rush overhead and i hear the rat-tat-tat of Hans's machineguns..The one behind us must be a rookie, no hits have connected yet.. the ground rushes up to meet us.. i pull up in the last second then bank left and start a shallow turn, a manouver Hans and i have practised for soo long.. Pure adrenaline rushes through my veins, and as the rear mg's open up again i look over my shoulder just in time to see the tracers hitting the pursuer's engine and canopy..The explosion as the LA hits the ground is music to my ears
" HORRIDO!!". the sky is clear. time to do my job.. the flak gun is the first to dissapear in the hail of my 20mm fire, but as i charge the aa tank the plane shudders.. my fire renders the tank into a mass of jumbled metal, but i almost crash when pulling up.. we've been hit.. "nr1 smoking, and we're bleeding fuel".. "Scheisse.. just when we had all these trucks for ourselves".. A few more passes leave a few cars in flames, just as the other zerstorers appear. Hans reports the area clear and we start for the nearest airbase.. Just when i was about to say we were going to make it.. we find ourselves in the middle of a furious fight.. A few Il2's in a defensive circle attacked by 109, and a few more La's fighting overhead. I know that we have 2 more minutes of fuel at the most, and this airfield is unsafe for landing.. the others are too far.. "Hans, lock and load.. we're going in.. Might as well take some with us".. a resigned sigh is all that comes through from the rear seat.. I approach the Il2's defensive circle.. a 109 is in trouble, low and slow.. i hear the pilot desperatly calling for help.. the rear mg opens up, but i don't have time for that, an il2 is growing in my sights..Hans is yelling something over the comms.. time seems to contract as i search for a killing shot.. almost there..almost.. bullets hit the cockpit.. the il2 gunner spotted me.. the gunsight is knocked loose but it doesn't matter anymore.. my finger squeezes the trigger and the muzzle flash from 2 30 and 2 20mm cannons blinds me.. somewhere ahead there is a huge explosion.. time expands back to normal and i am felling just like waking from a dream.. i notice Nr2 engine is dead, Nr1 is smoking heavily and rpm dropping fast.. we are running on fumes anyway so what's the difference.. i don't bother looking around.. if they are onto us i wouldn't be able to manouver anyway.. i just head 270 and start preparing for an EMlanding. "Hans are you ok?" "Yes" "Brace yourself,it's gonna be rough".. just then the engine coughs twice and stops.. fuel is over.. the ground rushes up to meet us.. but it only gives us a gentle hug as we skid to a halt.. we jump out of the cockpit and i finally get to look at the countless holes riddling the plane.
"Well at least we don't have to wash the rabbit bits off the prop" Hans snickers behind me.. "You don't like washing planes Hans?" "Not really".. " Well thats good beacause we probably won't be allowed near one for the rest of the month or so"..



Mission 2
Early morning.. my head feels like it weighs a ton. I have vague memories of a moster party last night.. drinking vodka with beer from a steel cap.. enjoying the company of a few nurses from the nearby field hospital. I look at tge clock: 07:15 how lovely.. i can just bet we're gonna have to fly a mission today. I don;t get to finish my thought when a hung-over Hans enters my room( without knocking of course).
"Gear up Michael.. we're being called". "Great. let me guess.. we get the AH plane" I don't need to see his nodding to know we're on AAA supression again. Damn that Meyer!
The noise of the briefing room sends waves of nausea through my stomach.. mental note: never again drink something that looks like vodak with radiator oil. The briefing is short.. russian heavy tanks have been reported in Andreevskaya. search and destroy.
I drag my feet to my plane,i climb into the cockpit and nearly release the bombs by accident while trying to empty my stomach out the side window. By the sounds behind me Hans is doing the same thing.
The engines come to life with a roar. The intercom buzzes "Heading 080 to the second river, then 055 to tgt" groans Hans. The escorts have finished taking off ahead of us.. i gently push the throttles forward, trying to make it as smooth as possible. The first few minutes of the flight pass without any incident. "055 Michael". i put the plane in a shallow left turn.. the others as usual are far behind, waiting to see if we get smoked.. damn cowards. "3 minutes to target area Michael". Suddenly a barage of tracers springs up from the ground. flak bursts all around us with ever incresing ferocity.. the plane shudders.. "Damnit Hans we are over an AIRFIELD!!! How the HELL DID WE GET HERE?!?!" i break hard left jinxing hard to avoid being hit.. too late as holes appear on my left wing.. i drop to the ground as more hits and near misses shake the plane.. My heart is pounding and i cannot help a releived sigh when we get out of the AAA range. the plane is a bit unstable veering to the left but no serious damage.. we continue to the tgt.. on the road a trasnsport column. Hans reports to the following 110. As we pass over the column i spot the tanks in a nearby field. 3 colums of 4 heavy tanks.. a low flyby to scare them, then climbing with engines roaring to make my bomb run from behind them.. the aiming is difficult because of the damaged wing but i manage to land my bombs near the lead tank and it bursts in flame.. the smoke now guides the rest of the zerstorers to the target and i am free to hunt some more.. Cars and fuel tanks dissapear under the merciless rain of fire coming from the nose of my 110.. The radio is alive with chatter, 110 dropping bombs, some fighters are engaged and asking for help. Finally i turn for home and give the escorts clear to go and help the others. As i fly home i look at the damaged wing.. the fitters are not gonna be happy.. well at least this time i won't make them go get the plane from some field. The landing goes through without any incident and i have well earned beer at the officers mess to help with that hangover while Hans is on latrine cleaning duty for taking us over that blasted airfield.


Mission 3
The morning briefing is short.. the russians have established artillery positions near Andreevskaya and we are called to take them out.. Maj. Meyer is unavailable due to health problems(who thought that bottle of laxatives would keep him in the toilet for 2 days??) so i am to lead the strike today. We take off in formation, the 109 escort climbing away. No more than 3 minutes after take-off Hq radios that a flight of Il2 has been spotted heading for our front lines to the south and we are called to intercept, as only 2 109 are available in the area. I tell Hans to vector the 109 and we head south.. just as we reach the front lines the enemy is spotted. I spiral above,trying to pick out the il2 from the mass of 109 and 110 swarming around them, and finally see one desperatly trying to climb above the battle.. the engines high pich changes to a low growl as i cut power and begin my dive.. the IL2 grows in my crosshairs by the second.. I squeeze the trigger, then pull up blinded by the muzzle flash, unsure if i hit him. Behind me i hear Hans shouting:"HE's hit!! he's going down!!".. no time to look, i see a 109 diving on another just in front with guns blazing, without noticing the last il2 lining up for a shot. I'm in perfect position, and a short burst rips the il2's wing and he spirals to the ground. I watch him and i am truly relieved when i see two parachutes opening.. they made it out.
A quick name call and we are all there, the short but brutal fight didn;t claim any of us, but several 109 are damaged or low on fuel and have to rtb. My flight gathers around me, awaiting orders."2nd schwarm will head to the tgt at medium altitude, while first schwarm and the last 3 109 will provide top cover coming from the west."
We pass the front lines, climbing to 4000m. As we reach the target area, the low schwarm begins the attack, while we circle above.
"Contacts, 2 o'clock high. they look like spitfires sir!"
As i look towards the indicated sector, i feel my blood freezing. 6 spitfires coming from the sun, and they have the altitude advantage.
"Schwarm 2, defensive circle! NOW! Longnez get out of there we have company high!" In seconds the fight is joined, spitfires passing all around with guns blazing. As i watch in horror nr3 is engulfed in flames, and starts a low spiral towards the ground.. The comm channel is a cacophony of screams and orders, the usual discipline has been shattered by the sudden attack and now it's every one for itself. Tracers light up the sky, as i try to grab altitude and asees the situation below.. within one minute of the contact, i am alone at 4000, the fight moved almost to the deck below some clouds and judging by the screams on the frequency it doesn't look good for us.
Suddenly i hear a calm voice on the comms " This is white one, i am engaged by 3 spitfires over the river at 2000 meters, i need immediate assitance".
"White one , this is AH, i am above, fire machineguns so i can identify you"
A burst of blue tracers arch through the sky below, and i see the spitfires chasing the 109. I immediatly push the plane in a steep dive, trying to get a firing position. The spitfires are fixated on the 109, and as i scream towards them at 600 kmph i choose as target the closest to the 109.. As i pass through the debris that once were a spitfire, i do not even recall pressing the trigger.. i climb to safety once again i hear in the earphone" Horrido!! good kill! now only 2 to go" and after a few more seconds "no, scratch that, only one to go, i got the other one. He is on my six, i will set him up for you" I come over the top of the climb, grunting with the effort of pulling the stick.. just as i catch sight of the battle below, i see tracers hitting the 109's cockpit and fuel tank. The explosion leaves no doubt as to what happened to white one. I feel a blind rage coming over me, my vision is red and i can hear myself screaming at the top of my lungs as i push the throttles forward. I only see the spitfire which is now tumbling through the sky trying desperatly to avoid my charge.. and only once my shells render him into a burning wreck i manage to regain my composure. "Sir, ar you ok?"
i feel.. tired. i feel like i aged a couple of years in the last 10 minutes.
"i'm ok now Hans, any more contacts?"
"no Sir, looks like everyone is either gone home or two feet under"
" Good, lets find those guns".
I find the russian artillery positions without difficulty, two light aaa guns buzz angrily below trying to wave me off. i take one out with a few cannon shells, but just as i pull up, a few violent shakes tells me we're been hit. Nr2 engine is dead, and the 20mm cannons are jammed. I look with regret towards the swarm of vehicles and guns below.. they have earned hemselves another day of life, i am in no shape to keep attacking. i turn for home, and after what seems an eternity i land my damaged plane on the airfield. We have won the day, but at what cost..

[D13-th_Mytzu]

D13-th_Spinner:

To be honest I’d forgotten how much fun it is just to fly this wonderful sim, for example to night I was on the Spit v 109 server, I’d taken off in a fully laden Ju88 and was heading out to the target at about 2000 meters when out of a cloud bank came a lone spitfire. He made a quick slashing attack and I immediately dove towards the deck as he came around for another pass. This time he approached from my 6 but showing his inexperience opened fire way to early giving me ample time to evade his rounds. He flew past my wing pealing away to port, I dumped my bombs and made a sharp bank to starboard, I then slammed open the throttles and dropped even closer to the ground in order to gain as much speed as possible.
But he was soon back, the sound of my A.I. rear gunners loosing of several bursts gave me inspiration to jink but as I was already at treetop level their was little room left to manoeuvre luckily he hadn’t learnt from his earlier mistake and started firing from about half a kilometre, but even at this range his cannon put several rounds into my No.1 engine witch started to pore smoke straightaway. I didn't want to push my luck and so I quickly dropped the power down to 25% and opened the radiator fully, the loss of speed closed the gap with my attacker faster than he’d expected and gave my rear top gunner the chance to spray his under belly at very close range. This did the trick he pealed away to starboard streaming smoke from his engine and with a fuel leak too, at this my attacker had had enough and beat a hasty retreat leaving me with my heart pumping and absolutely no idea where I was.

Opening up the map I gradually pieced together my location and began to fly a coarse for home readjusting my trim and the throttle of my failing engine as I went. But disaster! A few Kilometres south of the coastline I went to open up the map and forgot that I’d changed the joysticks mode settings, It was now in the engine management mode not navigation and the button that was previously mapped for the map was now the eject button!

Moments later I was hanging in my chute thinking what a good job I’d done of trimming the aircraft as she flew off in to the distant setting sun…. ah well you can’t win em all I guess, still Its good to be back.

[D13-th_Mytzu]

Mission #1
Date: 05 August 1942
Hour: 09:00
Pilot: D13-th_Mytzu
Front: Stalingrad

Debriefieng:

It's early in the morning and we're schedualed for 09:00, patrol Derbety area and north of it. Looks like the russians are preparing something... Me and Myg will fly our 109-F4's and will meet the lads from the 109-G2 group over in the area. We might also encounter some stookies - those pilots are really crazy !
We takeoff in a hurry as what seems a russian offensive just started - The fight is only Km's away from our field, we can hear the explosions. We takeoff in a hurry only to see lots of tracers, explosions, columns of dense smoke and enemy units trying to cross the bridge towards the village. Our troops can bearly hold their positions under the enemy pressure. We announce over the radio the situation then head north of Derbety to see what is happening there, once we reach the bridge we are greeted with many AA tracers - something is not good for sure - we continue to scout the frontline in that sector and I soon notice at our 4 ock higher 2 cons coming from Abganerovo, it is the 2 109-G2's. We return to Derbety only to see the situation geting worse, enemy tanks reached the outskirts of the village, lots of explosions, dust, smoke, fire and burning carcases are spread around Derbety. I vector the 2 109-G2's piloted by Stabsfeldwebel Toppy and Oberfeldwebel Korn to drop their 500kg bombs on the enemy spear head. Toppy misses the tanks but Korn blats one to pieces. Me and Myg return to the position north of Derbety and Myg loses sight of me but we regroup eventually. Soon I notice our mechanized infantry pulling back followed several enemy armoured formations and infantry halftracks that broke through our lines and are heading towards Abganerovo via Plodovitoe, soon the AA barage gives us a warm welcome.. too warm for my taste. I am turning towards our lines - wherever those are right now ... and keep going untill I'm oustide of enemy flak range,then I vector a pair of Bf110-G2's piloted byHauptfeldwebels Zaelu and TakeOff to this position. For some reason the 110's came in high at about 1km altitude and as I look over my shoulder I notice one of them trailing smoke - it was dammaged by enemy AA. Suddenly Myg is calling bandits in his 6 but he's no longer with me and I can't help him right away, I warn the 110's about the danger suggest the smoking one to rtb at once, seconds later the other 110 is attacking the enemy units on the road and soon one of its engine starts trailing black smoke, the next second green tracers start shooting to the south above the river - not far from where the 110's attacked - and I realise that it is Myg chased by enemies, I desperatly try to warn him about heading directly into enemy flak, he probably didn't hear me or heared me too late... poor sod gets shot down in flames by enemy ground fire. I keep telling the 110's over the radio to rtb imediatelly and soon I notice a Yak who got behind me, I violently push the stick forward while the safety belt is hurthing my shoulders and try to extend towards abganerovo, at the same time I vector the 2 109-G2's to my location, after extending I pull up in a left turn, for some reason the 110's did not leave when adivsed and now they have bandits closing their crippled planes, I dive on one of those bandits but I don't have a position and brake a way in a left hand spiral climb - just my luck... I notice another Yak comfortably getting in my 6, I push the stick forward throwing the plane in a violent negative G manouver and I see the Earth quickly coming towards me, somehow the Yak puts some holes into my left wing and cockpit. Now I'm behind the 2 smoking 110's who are finally heading home, however I soon pass by them due to my high speed, green tracers are flying all around my cokpit and I desperatly try to avoid being hit. One of the 110's is now on fire and I see its crew bailing out - at least they're on our side. The Yak is still on me.. as I look over my right shoulder for the enemy I notice the second 110 on fire but it keeps flying towards our base at Abganerovo which is only kilometers away. The bandit is still in my 6 and I can't manouver much due to my dammaged wing so I keep going towards the field hopeing our AA crews will shake him off. While I'm being chased by that Yak I notice another one aproaching Zaelu's burning wreck, fortunatelly we are very close to the field and the 110 is preparing for an emergency landing. The anti aircraft defences finally open fire on the chasing Yaks, but one bandit manages to make a shot at Zaelu's plane while he crashes his badly dammaged plane on the grass runway, I imediatelly drop on the Yak's head while the AA is also shooting at him soon he is trailing fuel. Zaelu's wreck finally comes to a halt and it is soon engulfed in flames and smoke. I manage to get in the bandit's 6 but can't get him in my crosshair so I pull harder on the stick forgetting I have a dammaged wing and I stall my plane some 500m above the ground, fortunatelly I manage to get it out at 300m. The fighting becomes really intense above the airfield with several planes chasing and shooting each-other. I see one enemy shooting its green tracers at one of ours and turn towards it only to see another 109 sending the ruskie into the ground - later I found out it was Toppy (hehad radio problems and I could not hear his claim). The fight suddenly stops and I can only see friendly planes around, we all head towards Derbety and Toppy soon sees high contacts infront of us heading towards the same village, I see them too but in the same second I notice many planes coming really low from our 12 and going oposite direction, I order everyone to engage. I pick a target and dive towards it from 1500m, as I close in I notice the familiar shape of IL2's, when he finally fills my gunsight I squiz the triggers and see explosions on his fuselage just before pulling up to avoid a collision with him, he went straight down, but there's no time too loose, there are so many of them and so few of us and to make things worse, their escorts are right above us, it will be a miracle if we survive this one... I see another IL2 making a banking left and I cut into his turn giving him a 90 degrees deflection, poor bugger went straight into the ground, I must have killed the pilot. Right infront of me I cna see 6 planes fighting and soon I join them, Yaks, 109's, IL2's... they're all turning and shooting. I choose the last Yak who's chasing one of ours and I put some holes into his right wing then I pass by him due to my higher speed, I spiral climb to my left and soon I notice a Yak turning behnid me, I imediatelly enter a dive and I loose him, looking back I can see at least 10 planes fighting a dramatic battle, I soon rejoin the fight only to notice again a Yak getting in my 6, he starts shooting and I push the throttle to maximum and head south, he soon disangages and I return to the furball where I can see at least 8 planes fighting and several thick black smokes on the ground marking the place where planes crashed. Another Il2 pops up infront of me and I start closing in from his 6 low, I shoot and I can see hits on his rudder and left wing then he imediatelly starts diving in a left spiral, near the ground he pulls up and begins to climb - it is the moment when I get a perfect shooting position and send him into the ground with a burst that hit him from his engine all the way to his tail. Meanwhile the fight moved about 5 Km south of my position and I go towards it at full speed, I see one Yak turning low and dive on him but while I was about to shoot I see friendly tracers going over my shoulder so I disengage on my right and get ontop of the bandit, I see another 109 diving on him and missing I get behind and I hit him behind the cockpit but he keeps flying and fighting, another 109 gets in his 6 and gives him a fuel leack it's my turn to have a shot at him and I hit his plane again but he keeps flying deeper in their lines, two more bursts hit him near the cockpit and in his left wing and he finalyl goes down. When I turn my head I notice 4 planes fighting furiously and green tracers trying to hit the 109's, I imediatelly go to their help but the situation becomes favorable to us. Further west I can see a plane desintegrating under the fire of a 109. I follow a Yak that is going east, another 109 is here with me, probably Orion, somehow the Yak got behind the other 109 but I manage to clear him, due to my manoiuvers I lost sight of the 2 planes but soon I noticed a contact not far from my position, as I closed in I identified a U2 biplane, one burst and he's going down without one wing.. as I turn around I notice the 2 planes I lsot earlier, the Yak is behind the 109 shooting at him, I mange to put some hits on him and now he's trailing fuel, I hit him well during the 2nd pass but he's still flying, I can clearly see his right wing being full of wholes and I'm surprised he is still flying, I keep shooting at him only with my MG's and he finally goes down. It was only me and Korn left in the area, the others rtb'ed due to low fuel and no ammo, soon we hear Toppy vectoring us towards Abganerovo where a pair of Hurricanes are attacking a Uhu recon, finally we make visual and dive on them, I take the first while Korn takes the second. I manage to give a fuel leack with the machine guns to my target while Korn quickly dispose of the other one, I make another pass at my hurri and this time I can see his engine smoking, however I am winchester and he's already in his lines protected by flak. Both of us land at Baganerovo after what seems an infernal mission full of situation changes. Unfortunatelly we lost Myg this mission but he was revenged: we shot down at least 15 enemies.