The burning bomber disappears behind its own billowing smoke trail, leaving me a clearer view of the second Heinkel. I decide to switch targets.
I jink left and right as I close in on the Hun, in an effort to avoid the return fire - I can clearly see the white muzzle flash from his guns, when he fires. Meanwhile, th Ack Ack boys have joined in - ours or theirs, it's hard to tell.
Despite the target shifting about in my reflector sight, I manage to get a good burst into his port engine.
Got him! If it was the naval base down there that he was after, he won't be giving it any bother.
I quickly realise there's at least another couple of Heinkels up ahead, possibly heading for Southampton rather than Portsmouth. Again I try to get the others to attack them; again, they tell me in no uncertain terms that they've got their hands full. Here I go again!
It comes as no surprise when my Brownings fall silent after firing the last of their three hundred rounds per gun. I break downwards, collecting one or two hits on the way for my trouble.
Now what? I may be out of ammunition, but I'm still responsible for the squadron!
...to be continued!
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