Aircraft: Bf 109E-3
Markings: Black 7
Status: Pilot ok, A/C no damage
Lead Schwarm 2 (Grey, KerOth) on a bomber escort to targets north of Southhampton. We flew with the bombers all way to the target unopposed, then turned back with them towards the Isle of Wight, as the second wave was coming over land. Grey reported bandits, and he engaged immediately. I spotted a couple of Hurricanes pulling up after their attack run, and pursued with KerOth. More 109's joined in and the usual who's who melee enfolded. Then Spitfires dropped down in front of me 1-2-3, seemingly having not seen us, only 500 m or so ahead, but with plenty of energy so I was not catching up fast. KerOth warned that I had a Spit on my tail, I split-s and the call comes quickly that he's off, but it's enough to lose sight of KerOth. Before I find him again he calls that he's been hit and damaged, but still flying. I tell him to head home.
I then see a Hurricane below me and I quickly get in to a position where I can fire on him. I get a fleeting glimpse of hits just behind the cockpit and back, and pieces flying off the tail section, as I pull up and gain altitude again. I can see the Hurricane is still flying, but I do not pursue him, I am seperated from my flight, rather a kill-marking less on my plane than risk being jumped by another enemy fighter(s).
Grey has been forced to abort, so I patrol over Southhampton seeking to join up with some other 109's. I see a couple contrailing above me, and I follow in a shallow climb. I spot a Spitfire lower than them and about 500 m above me. I shadow him but then another 109 appears, going almost head on with the Spit, he breaks and dives away. I go down after him, and I get a snap shot at him MG's only, but i don't think I hit. I pull up and roll over, aquiring him again, I dive down and he goes into a spin, the Tommy has lost most of his port wing and is bailing out. I guess he has manouvred to hard.
So I climb back up to 6000 m, and stay over Southhampton as ordered, also managing to join up with some 109's for a short while. Then running low on fuel I head back, and reach France without further incidence.
Landing at Theville, and just as I am about to exit the runway, I hear engine noise and look up to see the landing gear of a 109 passing over the my canopy. He must have seen me at the last moment, and just had time to abort his landing.