I circle above the developing fight between a solitary 110 and the first Spitfire to arrive. I contemplate using up the rest of my own rounds to bag another kill, but decide to stay up and let one of the boys improve his own score, instead.
The 110 is gyrating pretty crazily at such low level. The first Spit can't seem to get his sights onto him although it looks like the Messerschmitt will crash of his own accord if he keeps this up.
Without the slightest warning, I'm suddenly hit from astern. My Spitfire feels as if she's been swatted like a fly. All control seems to have gone and the nose goes down, steeper and steeper, towards and then past the vertical.
Efforts to get out are futile; the canopy might as well be glued shut.
This time, the debriefing is a bit more unequivocal.
Could the squadron have helped turn back the tide of the invasion? I'll never know, now...although I will keep the saved campaigns for now, just in case I ever get
really curious!
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