Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 27: 14th August
Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:28 pm
Mission Date: 14th august 1940
Name: Krass
Rank: Hauptgefreiter
Unit: 5./JG26
Aircraft: Bf109 E4
Markings: Black 6
Aerodrome: Hydrequent
Status: RTB
5 Staffel Mess, 13th august 1940 11.23 pm.
"..progress my freind.. the Luftwaffe needs to move forward and the E4 will give us an edge.."
"I dont agree Krauss, the E1 is our finest plane.. auto prop pitch? Scheisse I tell you! "
And with that, Hauptgefreiter Lee launches his flying boot towards me. Ducking instinctively, the spinning boot hurtles towards the large bald head of Feldwebel Helga. Time froze. We froze.
Time to run...
Hydrequent Airfield, 14th august 1940.
A glorious summer day greets us as we climb into our 109 E4's. The ground crew beaver around our planes as the Fench air fills with the sweet sound of the V12 DB 601. Today, we are on an important escort mission: Our brave bombers are to attack the enemy in Dover port. Our 3 109 Staffeln from JG26 together with help from the 110's of 6./ZG76 will deliver a crushing blow to the tommies. As I pull my straps tight over my flying suite, I hear Hauptgefreiter Lee shouting at his ground crew..
"..and this auto prop pitch crap better work properly or else..!"
Soaring high above the French coast, the 3 schwarms of 5 Staffel begin the short journey across the channel. Below us, the black shapes of our bomber formations head menacingly towards the glinting white cliffs of Dover. Our schwarm today is lead by Veteran pilot Unteroffizier Flyby, with Hauptgefrieter Bubi on his wing. Myself and Lee are in the second rotte. Soon, we are over enemy territory. Cruising at 5k, we spot the first enemy contacts almost co-alt.
With Flyby and Bubi engaged, we seem to be in a nest of Spitfires. With Lee covering my six, I begin my attack on a Spit who is now almost in range. With no energy advantage though, my options are limited. I try a few deflection shots but he sees me in time and begins a steep left hand dive. After a dance for position I notice his freind is also nearby. With Lee still behind me I begin another spiralling dance with the second tommie and unfortunately lose Lee in the confusion. Locked in with the two Spitfires, it takes all my energy to twist into an advantageous position. More deflection shots as I hear over the radio Flyby has a Spit on his tail and has dived too steeply.. his last message was cut off abrubtly mid sentence. I try not to dwell on his fate as Bubi is also toying with two Spits and Lee has one on him as well. Out numbered, and out of precious energy, the two spits are now begining to pull me in. I decide quickly the only way out is a steep dive for safety. Hitting 650kmh I leave the Spitfires, and one of my ailerons, in my wake.
The call from the Gruppenkommandeur comes to RTB. Below me I see the bomber formations returning to France, and I pull in above them as cover to the French coast. The radio bursts into life.. Lee's radiator has been hit by a lucky tommie bullet and he is struggling to keep the 109 in the air before land fall. With luck the boats will soon pick him up. Back over the French coast, I re-group with Hauptgefreiter Bubi and we land back at our home base to join the returning staffel kameraden.
Climbing down from our battle worn 109's, we head straight for our comms room to find any info on our missing schwarm pilots. Nothing yet on Flyby. Hopefully he will be able to escape quickly from the tommie clutches. I hear they make prisoners dance naked round a funny pole or something. With bells and ribbons. Sick.
Hauptgefreiter Lee is already on a rescue boat. I can save the news of a rumored 109 with automatic oil and water radiators for a later debate..
Name: Krass
Rank: Hauptgefreiter
Unit: 5./JG26
Aircraft: Bf109 E4
Markings: Black 6
Aerodrome: Hydrequent
Status: RTB
5 Staffel Mess, 13th august 1940 11.23 pm.
"..progress my freind.. the Luftwaffe needs to move forward and the E4 will give us an edge.."
"I dont agree Krauss, the E1 is our finest plane.. auto prop pitch? Scheisse I tell you! "
And with that, Hauptgefreiter Lee launches his flying boot towards me. Ducking instinctively, the spinning boot hurtles towards the large bald head of Feldwebel Helga. Time froze. We froze.
Time to run...
Hydrequent Airfield, 14th august 1940.
A glorious summer day greets us as we climb into our 109 E4's. The ground crew beaver around our planes as the Fench air fills with the sweet sound of the V12 DB 601. Today, we are on an important escort mission: Our brave bombers are to attack the enemy in Dover port. Our 3 109 Staffeln from JG26 together with help from the 110's of 6./ZG76 will deliver a crushing blow to the tommies. As I pull my straps tight over my flying suite, I hear Hauptgefreiter Lee shouting at his ground crew..
"..and this auto prop pitch crap better work properly or else..!"
Soaring high above the French coast, the 3 schwarms of 5 Staffel begin the short journey across the channel. Below us, the black shapes of our bomber formations head menacingly towards the glinting white cliffs of Dover. Our schwarm today is lead by Veteran pilot Unteroffizier Flyby, with Hauptgefrieter Bubi on his wing. Myself and Lee are in the second rotte. Soon, we are over enemy territory. Cruising at 5k, we spot the first enemy contacts almost co-alt.
With Flyby and Bubi engaged, we seem to be in a nest of Spitfires. With Lee covering my six, I begin my attack on a Spit who is now almost in range. With no energy advantage though, my options are limited. I try a few deflection shots but he sees me in time and begins a steep left hand dive. After a dance for position I notice his freind is also nearby. With Lee still behind me I begin another spiralling dance with the second tommie and unfortunately lose Lee in the confusion. Locked in with the two Spitfires, it takes all my energy to twist into an advantageous position. More deflection shots as I hear over the radio Flyby has a Spit on his tail and has dived too steeply.. his last message was cut off abrubtly mid sentence. I try not to dwell on his fate as Bubi is also toying with two Spits and Lee has one on him as well. Out numbered, and out of precious energy, the two spits are now begining to pull me in. I decide quickly the only way out is a steep dive for safety. Hitting 650kmh I leave the Spitfires, and one of my ailerons, in my wake.
The call from the Gruppenkommandeur comes to RTB. Below me I see the bomber formations returning to France, and I pull in above them as cover to the French coast. The radio bursts into life.. Lee's radiator has been hit by a lucky tommie bullet and he is struggling to keep the 109 in the air before land fall. With luck the boats will soon pick him up. Back over the French coast, I re-group with Hauptgefreiter Bubi and we land back at our home base to join the returning staffel kameraden.
Climbing down from our battle worn 109's, we head straight for our comms room to find any info on our missing schwarm pilots. Nothing yet on Flyby. Hopefully he will be able to escape quickly from the tommie clutches. I hear they make prisoners dance naked round a funny pole or something. With bells and ribbons. Sick.
Hauptgefreiter Lee is already on a rescue boat. I can save the news of a rumored 109 with automatic oil and water radiators for a later debate..