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"MAKE MY DAY"

Name: MOH_HT
Location: Texas, USA
Favorite Aircraft: F4-U Corsair, P-51
Timezone: GMT -7
Languages: English
Age: 55
Date of Inauguration: December 14, 2002


MOH_HT could feel the bite of his flaps as he began a descent from 3000m. The thought of landing his P-51 within a few minutes and reclining with tall cool drink titillated him immensely. Ahhhhhhh the war was not so bad he thought. After all, was he not being handsomely paid to fly this hotrod P-51 Mustang?...... The aircraft of envy of every aviator ever to dawn a flight jacket?

The audible sound of aircraft snapped the ace to attention. Looking abaft MOH_HT observed that he was being bounced by a rapidly descending “schwarm” of his traditional antagonists, the Me-109. On this occasion they were 4 of the Me-109 G-6/AS variants. Their aggressive attack had MOH_HT thinking they were seeking revenge for his actions in shooting up a flight of Ju-87's less than 20 minutes earlier.

MOH_HT hauled his P-51 clear of their first firing pass. The searing roar and energy of their combined 20mm cannon and 13mm machine gun fire caused his aircraft to vibrate intensely. As the Me-109's went barreling by, MOH_HT was already thinking and acting like the top-notch combat pilot he was. He knew that a fearlessly aggressive response could turn the tide of an air battle in favour of the lone fighter set upon by numerous bogs. MOH_HT turned in on the Me-109s at their next pass and let fly with his 6 x .50cal BMG. A fiery blast shook the heavens as a Messerschmitt disintegrated. A shower of blazing wreckage sent the others scattering. Before the rattled German pilots could collect their wits, MOH_HT went diving at full throttle for the deck.

The Gruppe Kommandeur of the Me-109's rallied the three remaining members of his “schwarm” and came screaming after the escaping MOH ace. Again MOH_HT chose the right moment for aggressive action. Turning into them again with his 6 x .50cal BMG, he blazed away. MOH_HT caught one of his pursuers with a withering hail of fire. The stricken Gustav plunged down in flames.

MOH_HT felt his fighter trembling and sagging under numerous hits as gunfire chewed up the rugged P-51's wings and fuselage. The 2 remaining Me-109's pressed their attack as the fight plummeted to the deck. The sound of thudding banging and pinging bullet strikes caused MOH_HT’S stomach to churn intensely as he waited for the searing pain of bullet wounds or the blackness that would engulf him if a cannon shell struck him in the back of the head. "Where might my MOH comrades be now"? MOH_HT asked himself despairingly.

With his throttle firewalled and smoke and coolant belching from the stricken Merlin, MOH_HT held the nose of his P-51 down and grimly plunged toward his base. The field was coming up fast to meet the fleeing fighter.

Chaotic sounds of flying, racing engines, gunfire and tremendous explosions erupted on MOH_HT'S six. The merciless assault on his stricken aircraft quizzically ceased. MOH_HT'S radio crackled to life with the sound of salvation, personified in the voice of MOH_MADMAN:

“SKYBOSS and MAD here sir...all clear BUBBA”