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Haswell #21 Posted 14 February 2014 - 06:22 AM

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CastorBean #22 Posted 16 February 2014 - 04:36 PM

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From my actual battle in Open Beta:

~~Babushka
“Babushka, tell us a story.” “Hush, children, can’t you see, grandmother is sleeping.” “Hardly daughter – resting my eyes. Bring tea, little ones, and perhaps a story.” “Here, Babushka, a glass of tea, just as you like it! Tell us a story.” “Well, once there was a wolf…” “No, no, a war story, when you were Pilot Babushka.” “Well, very well – but your mother doesn’t like it. Back in those days, they called me клещевины, that is, kleshcheviny, the deadly castor bean I make into rat poison.” “Why, Babushka?” “Hush child; listen and you will know.”
“We fought them, little ones, with our hearts. They called us Nachthexen – Night Witches – they could not hear us fly in the night. On brooms, they said. But Commandant sent us out one morning – my last flight, I thought. I was to destroy targets, while the fighters flew overhead.” “Why, Bubushaka?” “Because they were coming to destroy Мать Россия, Mother Russia, to destroy your home.” The children’s eyes grew big, and the littlest one climbed into her lap. The old dog growled at the hearth, a rumble deep as thunder in her chest.
“So I swooped down on the invaders, all ten guns firing, and left them burning in the sun.” “Really, Mother …” “No, no, Daughter, they have to know. Who else will tell them? See, children, they gave me a medal that day. On the mantel, by my picture from pilot school.” Her steel gray eyes drifted back in time. “I even shot down a foolish fighter who strayed in front of my guns. But, I could see across the battlefield an enemy attack plane, firing on our brave soldiers. He spotted me at the same time, and we came for each other – roaring, like two bulls in the pasture. My plane was hurt, but I saw smoke coming from his, too. I knew we would end each other – it was our duty – but I had an idea. I called out to Ivan, my lazy tail gunner – pretending to sleep. A deadly gunner, despite his lazy looks. ‘выстрел живота’ you worthless peasant. (Was I not a peasant? Hah!)” “What does it mean, Babushka, this ‘belly shot?’ ” “Just what is says, little one, impatient one. We both fired when our guns came into range. But then, a trick! I dived downward, and he was too slow to pitch down and hit me.” “Pitch, Babushka?” “Yes, little pilot; push the nose down. I flew under him only a few meters off the ground. His guns could not touch me. Hah, but Ivan – Ivan did me proud. He raked that plane from nose to tail! Before the enemy could recover, I turned on him and finished him with my machine guns.”
“What happened to Ivan, Babushka?” “Well, I married him, of course! Your дед, grandfather, buried out there by the trees oh these many years. Under the trees, where the dog sleeps.”

 

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Ace_Reporter #23 Posted 16 February 2014 - 05:02 PM

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Some great articles here! As soon as my Stosser comes, I'll be flying around taking pictures in all three games! Smile at the camera!

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From Beta:

~~The Battle of No Battle.
“Ensign Wulf! Commandant! Now!” Wulf rolled out of his bunk, checked his uniform, and raced to headquarters. “Ensign Wulf, reporting as ordered, Sir!” “The armorer reported that you fired no ammunition on your last sortie. Nothing. True?” “Yes Sir!” “The mechanic says he went over your plane, and not a single bullet hole was found.” “Sir, if he says it, it must be so.” “But Corporal Ozuma says that you summoned him to paint a victory flag on your Zero. True?” “It is, Commandant, to mark my victory.” “What victory?” shouted the Commandant, “WHAT victory?” “Let me explain, Commandant…” “LET you? I ORDER you to explain, Ensign! Sergeant Owara, bring your pad – record this!” The orderly scurried in, peering over his glasses at the shaking pilot, still rigidly at attention.
“Our squadron was flying in the Pacific, over Dragon Island. A naval battle below. We could hear the big guns and see the explosions. Five of us broke off to attack an enemy flight. Naval planes, Commandant. Rockets roared past us, but no one was hit. The explosions sounded behind us. An enemy flew at me, but we both dodged aside. I was on his tail, but he circled, too, trying to get behind me. I dodged over the ridge of the island, he followed, but now I was on him. He cut among the palm trees – I followed. We twisted among the trees, over the island – never in my sights – but I could hear him firing. That’s when I knew I had him, Commandant.” “What do you mean, Ensign. How?” “I knew he could not have me in HIS sights, Commandant, so I knew he was losing. Losing the battle of nerves. I could see other fighters from our flight above us, circling, watching. I cut among the trees, inverted over abandoned AA batteries, ever lower. Then, the fateful moment came.” “You shot him down, Ensign? But what of your ammunition? Explain THAT!,” roared the Commandant. Wulf was worried. The Commandant was Samurai, and his hand twitched on the handle of his sword. His deadly, dark eyes narrowed.
“That’s when it happened, Commandant. Two palm trees – no room between them. I put my Zero on its wing, flashed between the trees, then inverted, dove for the sea. He never made it, Commandant. I saw his wings come off. It was victory, Honorable Commandant.” “So… You say other pilots saw this?” “Yes, Commandant.” The Commandant glared at his orderly, who fled from the office. “We’ll see, Ensign Wulf. We will see.”
The lowly Ensign remained at attention, ignored, sweat running down his neck. The door crashed open. “Commandant, it is true! The pilots confirm. And, look, Commandant. From Ensign Wulf’s Zero!” The orderly held up a palm frond. “It must be as Wulf says, Commandant.”
“Ensign, the ancient Zen Masters spoke of a ‘battle with no battle.’ This, you have achieved. The Corporal shall paint your victory flag, LIEUTENANT Wulf. Dismissed!”
 

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_Lindy_ #25 Posted 16 February 2014 - 07:37 PM

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Took off, had to poop, landed.

 

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OnboardG1 #26 Posted 16 February 2014 - 10:34 PM

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It isn’t often that you have moments of tranquillity when fighting a war. During the daytime we studied relentlessly: recognition handbooks, operational maps, personnel rosters… the list goes on. At night we would climb, exhausted, into our bunks and try to sleep through the sounds of the Norwegian weather and the manic activity in the maintenance sheds next to our ramshackle barracks. Most sorties through a Scandinavian winter involved flying through weather conditions that were at best unpredictable and at worst treacherous.

 

That morning though, as my wingman and I lifted off from our base just outside Oslo in our Messerschmitt 109Gs, the weather was bright and crisp. One might almost say brittle. We had received reports of a flight of American fighters conducting reconnaissance over southern Norway, likely hunting for the Tirpitz or capturing photographs for another raid over Telemark.

 

We made contact just before midday as the sun was struggling to reach its winter zenith in the South-East. Three American Mustang fighters were spotted by my wingman at around two thousand meters altitude and we used the glare from the sun to mask our approach. At less than five hundred meters we opened fire on the lead aircraft, making short work of him with our 30mm cannons. The remaining aircraft turned hard into our attack and neither they nor we could attain a useful firing position. Climbing away I lost my wingman in the clouds as he and his foe spiralled towards the deck. I resolved to deal with my own opponent and spotted him climbing toward me.

 

My first instinct was to try to stall his aircraft out in a loop, however this played to my opponent’s advantageous energy retention and I was forced to reappraise my strategy after he pulled inside my turn. I inverted the aircraft and began a series of rolling turns, attempting to bait the American into a scissors. The Mustang had a roll rate advantage, but the scissors plays on the slow reflexes of the human pilot rather than the slothfulness of the plane and soon he was struggling not to overshoot me. At that point I knew I had him, and as we pulled canopy-to-canopy I caught a glimpse of the young airman frantically working his throttle to try and avoid the inevitable. A few scant seconds later I was able to slide inside his six and hole his wing with my cannon. The Mustang wobbled but stayed gamely aloft until a second burst severed the wing at the root and caused the aircraft to spiral in.

 

I’m not sure if the airman bailed out or not. Whether the icy Skagerrak would have been kinder to him than the instantaneous killing blow of impact is questionable. My wingman had forced his opponent into the sea, and rejoined me over Kristiansand. As we returned to base, the light glittering on the fjords that trace the Norwegian coast, I was able to treasure, albeit briefly, a rare moment of peace.


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BLACKGIO #27 Posted 17 February 2014 - 10:14 AM

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Nothing out of the ordinary seems to have happened in front of that day. Enemy forces destroyed six aircraft of allied combat and lost three .

Among the losses of that day had legendary attack aircraft IL -2. In one of these planes did my car last battle that day.

I was an experienced pilot. Behind me had already made at least 90 flights, 60 of which were won battles , destroying tanks, artillery and aviation fields of enemies .

Nothing out of the ordinary seems to have happened in front of that day. Enemy forces destroyed six aircraft of allied combat and lost three .

Among the losses of that day had legendary attack aircraft IL -2. In one of these planes did my car last battle that day.

I was an experienced pilot. Behind me had already made at least 270 flights, 200 of which were won battles , destroying tanks, artillery and aviation fields of enemies .

Nine aircraft flying in the attack mission hard finding my plane IL -2. Report no were flying low by flak , and so it was that the maneuvers were successful and were able to make a second attack the enemy. After this , they puedieron successfully carry out a third attack .

I you start a maneuver for the third attack , but immediately noticed tracer on my head and maneuver it away from Ensim . We were attacked by " Messerschmidts " . This attack lasted about 5 minutes. The " Messer " divided our training and made us fight separately. Some Allied planes were shot down in this battle , finally leaving 4 fixtures of the entire unit .

group 4 attack aircraft in which I was with my IL -2 was attacked by three fighter jets . German planes shot down one of my allies who gave orders and made ​​the decision to take control over the group. The fight lasted 6 minutes in my IL -2 emerged unscathed and even topple any of the attacking aircraft . This fight was observed by many pilots . They, who congratulated me . For that fight I was honored by my cunning in that battle with a medal .


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RedExcalibur #28 Posted 17 February 2014 - 02:26 PM

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Not statistically my best moment, but one of my favorite/most memorable...

 

 

We were alone.

 

Behind us, columns of smoke and flame rose from the enemy fleet. Leytenant Freelii and I, the two remaining Bsh-2s of my flight, had sent them on their way to the ocean floor, along with three fighters that had attempted to intercept us. But ahead of us, our fighter cover lay burning amidst island jungles or sinking beneath the waves.  Unopposed, an enemy Bf-110-E and A6M2 strafed our troops and ships that were assaulting the northern island.

 

We could fly west, continuing to attack ground targets. Or we could head north, make our attack planes play fighter, and engage the enemy on our terms. Two options, but really only one choice.

 

*#*

 

I flew low, slow, and obvious as I closed on the enemy planes. The 110 was at my 10 O’clock, making another pass at a transport already on fire. The Zero buzzed over to my right, making pass after pass at a destroyer. I yawed left, angling to come in on the 110’s 3 O’clock. Neither fighter made a move towards me. I lined up a shot on the 110, held fire until I was within 500 meters, and then squeezed the trigger.

 

The 110’s pilot, intent on finishing off the transport, did not react until cannon shells began slamming into his fuselage. I thought he might fall then and there, but at the last moment he pulled up and power-climbed quickly out of my sights.

I checked my 3. Sure enough, now the Zero was closing fast. I saw the chrysanthemums on his nose grow large, and heard violent pinging sounds all around as his weapons found my range and dug into my armor. I gripped the stick, gave the engine full boost, and began a chandelle to my right.

 

The Zero pulled up slightly to follow…

 

…and exploded in a furious hail of cannon and gun fire from Leytenant Freelii, who had been skimming the waves half a kilometer behind me, lurking and waiting while I played bait.

 

But now the 110 came screaming out of the sky, hot on Freelii’s tail. “Break left!” I called over the radio. Freelii acknowledged, banking left as hard as he could without stalling.

 

I cut my engine boost and continued to haul the plane around to my right. Slowly, ponderously, I brought the nose around and up. Freelii continued his break, now heading diagonally away from me. He pulled the 110 directly into my sights, but they had opened distance from me. Only one chance

 

I watched Freelii’s plane shudder and smoke under fire from the 110s 20mm cannons. I leveled my sights, leading the 110 slightly, and pulled the trigger. For a moment, nothing. Then my 23mm shells completed their journey. The 110’s engines exploded. He nosed over, burying himself in the jungle canopy.

 

No more bogeys in sight, we pulled up and headed towards base. Our troops began advancing across the island unmolested. We could almost hear their cheers as we flew on, victorious.

 



EroticJellyfish #29 Posted 17 February 2014 - 04:48 PM

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Battle of the Soviet Mudrets.

 

When people speak of the Russian Mudret, sage as translated to english, most would think of the beautiful silver and purple flower, leaving a sweet aromatic essence in the air that leaves you  feeling,,,   like a feather in the air. This is the story of Ivan,  the Ilyushin 2 Sage of the sky. 

 

It was just after dawn when the attack began. A mixed flight of Ilyushin 2's and Yak-7s were sent to attack the German Headquarters. After several hours of tense flying, the Ilyushin Il-2's were finally in range to make their run on the enemy buildings.  FIRE and explosions!  2 of the Ilyushin Il-2 exploded.  Incendiary bullets were raining from the sky!! It was a flight of ME 109's high and to the left. In their eagerness for revenge, the Yak-7 escorts rolled out to engage to screen the Ilyushin Il-2's to continue their run, But in their haste, left the bombers defenseless.  

 

A second flight of ME 109's  Above and to the rear, the Ilyushin Il-2's would be doomed,  save Ivan, known as the sage of the sky. 

 

Ivan knew the advantage was in favor of the ME109's and he had only one thing on his side,  his heavily armored Ilyushin Il-2.  He immediately pulled up and applied max power to gain altitude.  He would sacrifice himself to slow the ME109's to save his comrades and complete the mission for the motherland.

 

As the ME109’s dove and fired upon him.  He did not give willingly into the dark.  No, He was SOVIET RUSSIAN. He slammed on his air breaks, and deployed flaps.  The ME109’s overshot him and were now in front of his 37 mm guns.  He let loose a fury of bullets. 1….. 2….. explosions His Russian rage of fire had forced 2 of the ME109’s to collide. But there were 3 planes left. They split.  2 to the left, 1 to the right.  Ivan rolled hard left firing as his life depended on it.  1 explosion.  1 plane down.  Lining up on the 2nd plane, Bullets started raining down from the plane that had banked right.   No time to worry.  Still firing, Ivan walked the cannon fire into the 2nd plane to watch it explode. 2 down. Trying the same trick that had saved him the first time, Ivan hit all his air brakes and flaps. The plane shuddered heavily as it slowed down.  Ivan careened his neck backwards to look at his attacker. Flabbergasted Ivan saw the ME109 was still heading straight for him.  That ME109 was going to ram him.  Ivan quickly Switched to max power and rolled 90 degrees. COLLISION!!!. But wait.. Ivan was still here. His quick reflexes had caused the ME109 to hit wing to wing. Other than some flap damage.  Ivan was unhurt due the armored plane. The paperthin ME109, was nosediving with only 1 wing to his death.

 

And thus, Ivan became known as ACE, Soviet Mudret. Sage of the sky.

 

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SkywhaleExpress #30 Posted 17 February 2014 - 07:31 PM

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The following actually happened in a battle during beta test. We were on the Lighthouse map, and I cleared pappabear's and A1SF's tails. Suddenly, I had 4 enemy on me, and 3 friendlies "trying to save me." Being typical Alex, I prepped to bomb kill them, and I got 7 aircraft and the HQ+2 AA guns next to it.. for a total score of 1/5. This subsequently ended the match.. :veryhappy:

 

 

The picture is a .png and to read you might have to zoom in a lot... but it's an original size PNG so it's fully legible zooming in.

 

Note: I found a good high resolution scan image of a war document for an added touch.

 

 

 



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gunlion #31 Posted 18 February 2014 - 05:00 PM

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Deadline's closed and we'll be judging the submissions today! Awesome work everyone! 

gunlion #32 Posted 19 February 2014 - 01:38 AM

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Gunlion pinched the bridge of his nose. It was a movement of consternation over the choice he had to make. Most times, the decisions were clearcut--there were standouts, easily put to a vote, easily assigned a number and a prize. He'd poured over every entry, though, giving each its proper due, as only befitting the time the Pilots had put into them, and there were just so many good ones: creative, funny, clever, and exciting!

 

But only three could be chosen.

 

These entries were seriously great, everyone; I had as much fun reading them as I'm sure you had writing them, and hopefully your fellow Pilots perusing these posts felt the same. Now, onto the winners!

 

In first place, RedExcalibur! The prose is quick and draws you into an immediate situation, with some very heavy-hitting descriptions of the action. 

 

CastorBean's dialogue is wonderful. You can't help but envision the scene of kids sitting enraptured by the hearth, listening intently as their babushka tells them a war story. Second place!

 

Poems aren't my forte

my meter is often slurred

this isn't a problem for SgtChambers

whose rhymes have landed him third!

 

Great work again, everyone! Now that we've seen how many of you are amazing writers, we'll have to give you more opportunities to show it!

 

 



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Congratulations, Red Excaliber! When Ace's Stosser comes, you can fly a photo shoot! (Shoot. Get it?). Deadly prose, there, Red! Wulf

Roy_McMullet #34 Posted 19 February 2014 - 11:55 AM

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Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.

 

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CastorBean #35 Posted 19 February 2014 - 12:03 PM

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Congratulations, RedExcaliber and SgtChambers! And thank you, GunLion, clearly a serious writer yourself. Directed writing is always a challenge.

RedExcalibur #36 Posted 19 February 2014 - 06:15 PM

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Wow, a huge thanks to gunlion and WG. I am very thankful for all the different contests that give people a chance to use such a wide variety of talents to show how much we enjoy this game. Big congrats to CastorBean and SgtChambers as well!

 

 

 

 



FlakValleyExpress #37 Posted 20 February 2014 - 04:41 AM

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Dang, I just had my best game today. BTW, Congrats to the winners.

 

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Roy_McMullet #38 Posted 20 February 2014 - 01:38 PM

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View PostCastorBean, on 19 February 2014 - 06:03 AM, said:

Congratulations, RedExcaliber and SgtChambers! And thank you, GunLion, clearly a serious writer yourself. Directed writing is always a challenge.


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EnlightenU #39 Posted 26 February 2014 - 12:54 AM

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These are all great. Congrats winners!

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