Two Bombers and One World.....errr

Another dark miserable night when no one should be abroad, but it was club night, I took along my Wings of War stuff and went again for a 'points make prizes' game. This time we had two British bombers on a mission escorted by six scouts (Simon, Julian and Stuart) while the dastardly Huns also had six scouts in an attempt to stop them (me, Rob and Andy). Where I could I gave people the choice of aircraft and again everyone rolled for Ace abilities, Julian got two, I got one which was pretty much useless as I had possibly the best aircraft on the table, Fokker DVII's, I don't recall anyone else getting anything. So, the rules were again simple, -1 for getting shot down, +2 for a kill, +5 if you shot down a bomber and the bombers got +5 if they hit their target. It was decided half way through the game it was a team effort, but watch this space.

Both Andy and I came in on the flanks of the British force, my plan being to get on the tail of the bombers while Andy at this juncture just seemed to want to fly about miles, OK, a foot, behind the targets, Rob bravely went head to head with the enemy.

Rob's death ride.

Sneaky Red Devils.

For a short while the British escorts seemed nonplussed but they had dealt out a tremendous amount of damage to Rob's DVIII's and down they went, they now did an about face and came back on myself and Andy. I was in an excellent position on one bomber and continually sprayed bullets into the monster, although I took hits they proved in the main to be harmless. Andy now seemed to be the main focus of the RAF but he became the first German pilot to make a kill. The bombers were now on their approach run and I had watched one of my Red Devils smash into the ground in flames, but I took my revenge as my target exploded and fell in bits from the sky.

And then there was one.

Re-grouping.

We couldn't stop the last bomber dropping his bombs and I was on him as he turned for home, but so was nearly every other aircraft in the area, the resulting confusion as everyone tried not to collide allowed the bomber to get a head start on the way home, my new plane spawned in a perfect position behind the mayhem and he made a beeline for the tail of the bomber. My veteran at last could take no more and he spiralled out of control for mother earth however his last shots had also sent the second bomber to a fiery grave. Rob and Andy had also helped bring the beast down but the honours went to Jasta 18, as did the last German kill of the day as my man also took out a badly damaged Snipe.

Aaaaaargh!

The British also managed the last kill of the game which left the scores at 13 each, however my lawyer has just informed me that the British did not take a -1 for each bomber, but it would be churlish of me to mention such. I will say that Jasta 18 took home the cup for shooting down two bombers and a scout, a magnificent effort (too much?)

No matter, a great game and a lot of fun, the last bomber also hit his target before he was shot down.

"George flies in to save the day" courtesy of Stuart Dobson.