For ze Fazerlant!
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For ze Fazerlant!
*Gasp!*
I had a go on the Syndicate server last night, but it was still running the 'Vintage' missions from Sunday, where in they're extra-realistic, based on specific battles, with accurate aircraft lists and enforced squadron skins (ie if you take off from a certain Airfield you have a certain Aircraft paint scheme.)
Unfotunately the current map was some 1918 setting from down south, meaning you could either be French, American, or German.
Naturally I decided to pick the lesser of three evils, and, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn't run into any brave British or Belgian chaps, jumped into mein Fokker!
(Apologies for my terrible German accent. )
'My head hurtz fierzley, I do not know if it iz from ze schnapps or from ze bandage, ze doktor sayz I should net mix ze two, but it iz hard net to drink efter a day like zis! I should hef died four timez in zis patrol, but still I survife!
I vez ze rear men ef a flight ef four Fokkers, our duty wez a simple patrol along ze lines south ef ze aerodrome, und zo down ve vent, patrolling east to vest along ze bloody line until I saw mein leader turn schzarply to ze left - I het fallen out ef formation, and vaz unable to see his komandz, but zen I found myzelf unter attack from an enemy abofe und behind - from ze sun!
By ze time I had my vitz about me und het koched my schpandauze ze enemy vas already abofe me, an American Nieuport! I turned scharpley to avoit hiz next atteck, vitch was vide - his trazer fire harmlezly flyink pest my cockpit.
By now I het regrouped viz ze rest ef mein flight, und cut count at leazt four enemy craft, vich het attacked uz from abofe - four of zem against four ef uz, Flak bursting all arount - may ze superior piloten take ze day!
I picked out my man from ze melee - a Nieuport wiz a vite shtreamer, ze flight leater perhapz - I chazed after ze Ami, firink at him from afar az he tried to extend avay - zis forced him to noze down to try to ezcape - zo I alzo nozed down unt fired my schpandauze- being revarded by a stream of vite from his engine, as he dofe down out ef sight.
Breakink eff my etteck I zen saw anozer American latched onto von ef my comrades, und zo I dofe down to azist him, gettink behind ze Ami unt firing into his rear, zen turnink wiz ze lez maneuverable Nieuport until I waz able to fire a long burst unt raked his tep ving - efter vitch he shpun down out ef sight - a kill fer sure!
Lefellink out I zen fount myzelf alone in ze skies, or zo I thought - zearchink around I could zee anozer Fokker below, und anozer craft high above me - but nosink near, und zo I began to het beck norz tovardz our linez - ven zuddenly a burst from behind! Anozer Nieuport - verdammt! - Whoz dem fool idea waz it to paint our Fokkerz red unt vite anyvay?! Mein top left ving is schretted - I eaze eff to try to save ze rest ef ze ving - I must lend as soon ez pozzible or all iz lost!
I hef heard much talk zat ze Americans do net fight by ze same code az ve Europeanz, zat zey are Cowboyz unt Gangschterz - I vill not hear of zis! If it ver zo I vould not be allife today! As I waz sitting zer, defenzelez in mein crippled Fokker I saw behind me anozer Nieuport difink down upon me - I firet a flare to try to get azzistance, I vaz defenzeless - it took all my power just to keep my creft flyink shteady - I knew zis, und so did ze American - he continued to dife upon me until he vas nearly in firink range - zen zuddenly he broke avay! Unt flew back up to ver he het come frem - I should hef died, but ze American let me go.
I continued driftink tovards ze German linez, it took full aileron unt rudder just to keep my aircraft shtable - I could net turn to ze right, und if I turned to ze left my ving would drep unt I vould likely spin unt cresh! How wez I to lent? Worze - I wez now driftink over a large forrest - vat to do?
Ze matter vaz taken out ef mein hantz howezer, ven mein engine vinally died - heving been damaged by ze first Neiuport vitch het bounzed me from ze sun - mein Fokker waz Kaput! - I fell helplezzly down into ze treez - catching my veelz in ze top of von tree, unt smashing ze side of my vingz into ze trunk ef anozer - slidink down ze tree until I smashed into ze grount! My Aircraft a wreck - but amazinkly I survifed wiz nozink more zan a bash to ze het!
Returning home I vound zet I hef been creditet viz ze dowing eff two American Nieuportz, but I know zet I shoult hef died many timez zis day, yet I survife - for ze rest ef my dayz I vill neffer forget zat American flyer, und ze debt ef Honour zat I must repay...
- Leutnant Rikertsohn.'
I don't know what a WWI Dogfight would have really been like, but I like to think it would have been something like that, calm routine patrolling - sudden attack twisting melee - fighters everywhere, burning aircraft, tracer fire, pick out your man - chase him down, one on one, fire into him, break off, find yourself alone in the skies, the battle ended as suddenly as it began, who won? Who knows - only heading back to base, counting the claims and seeing who survived will tell who won the day.
And someone remind me to check my high six more often.
I had a go on the Syndicate server last night, but it was still running the 'Vintage' missions from Sunday, where in they're extra-realistic, based on specific battles, with accurate aircraft lists and enforced squadron skins (ie if you take off from a certain Airfield you have a certain Aircraft paint scheme.)
Unfotunately the current map was some 1918 setting from down south, meaning you could either be French, American, or German.
Naturally I decided to pick the lesser of three evils, and, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn't run into any brave British or Belgian chaps, jumped into mein Fokker!
(Apologies for my terrible German accent. )
'My head hurtz fierzley, I do not know if it iz from ze schnapps or from ze bandage, ze doktor sayz I should net mix ze two, but it iz hard net to drink efter a day like zis! I should hef died four timez in zis patrol, but still I survife!
I vez ze rear men ef a flight ef four Fokkers, our duty wez a simple patrol along ze lines south ef ze aerodrome, und zo down ve vent, patrolling east to vest along ze bloody line until I saw mein leader turn schzarply to ze left - I het fallen out ef formation, and vaz unable to see his komandz, but zen I found myzelf unter attack from an enemy abofe und behind - from ze sun!
By ze time I had my vitz about me und het koched my schpandauze ze enemy vas already abofe me, an American Nieuport! I turned scharpley to avoit hiz next atteck, vitch was vide - his trazer fire harmlezly flyink pest my cockpit.
By now I het regrouped viz ze rest ef mein flight, und cut count at leazt four enemy craft, vich het attacked uz from abofe - four of zem against four ef uz, Flak bursting all arount - may ze superior piloten take ze day!
I picked out my man from ze melee - a Nieuport wiz a vite shtreamer, ze flight leater perhapz - I chazed after ze Ami, firink at him from afar az he tried to extend avay - zis forced him to noze down to try to ezcape - zo I alzo nozed down unt fired my schpandauze- being revarded by a stream of vite from his engine, as he dofe down out ef sight.
Breakink eff my etteck I zen saw anozer American latched onto von ef my comrades, und zo I dofe down to azist him, gettink behind ze Ami unt firing into his rear, zen turnink wiz ze lez maneuverable Nieuport until I waz able to fire a long burst unt raked his tep ving - efter vitch he shpun down out ef sight - a kill fer sure!
Lefellink out I zen fount myzelf alone in ze skies, or zo I thought - zearchink around I could zee anozer Fokker below, und anozer craft high above me - but nosink near, und zo I began to het beck norz tovardz our linez - ven zuddenly a burst from behind! Anozer Nieuport - verdammt! - Whoz dem fool idea waz it to paint our Fokkerz red unt vite anyvay?! Mein top left ving is schretted - I eaze eff to try to save ze rest ef ze ving - I must lend as soon ez pozzible or all iz lost!
I hef heard much talk zat ze Americans do net fight by ze same code az ve Europeanz, zat zey are Cowboyz unt Gangschterz - I vill not hear of zis! If it ver zo I vould not be allife today! As I waz sitting zer, defenzelez in mein crippled Fokker I saw behind me anozer Nieuport difink down upon me - I firet a flare to try to get azzistance, I vaz defenzeless - it took all my power just to keep my creft flyink shteady - I knew zis, und so did ze American - he continued to dife upon me until he vas nearly in firink range - zen zuddenly he broke avay! Unt flew back up to ver he het come frem - I should hef died, but ze American let me go.
I continued driftink tovards ze German linez, it took full aileron unt rudder just to keep my aircraft shtable - I could net turn to ze right, und if I turned to ze left my ving would drep unt I vould likely spin unt cresh! How wez I to lent? Worze - I wez now driftink over a large forrest - vat to do?
Ze matter vaz taken out ef mein hantz howezer, ven mein engine vinally died - heving been damaged by ze first Neiuport vitch het bounzed me from ze sun - mein Fokker waz Kaput! - I fell helplezzly down into ze treez - catching my veelz in ze top of von tree, unt smashing ze side of my vingz into ze trunk ef anozer - slidink down ze tree until I smashed into ze grount! My Aircraft a wreck - but amazinkly I survifed wiz nozink more zan a bash to ze het!
Returning home I vound zet I hef been creditet viz ze dowing eff two American Nieuportz, but I know zet I shoult hef died many timez zis day, yet I survife - for ze rest ef my dayz I vill neffer forget zat American flyer, und ze debt ef Honour zat I must repay...
- Leutnant Rikertsohn.'
I don't know what a WWI Dogfight would have really been like, but I like to think it would have been something like that, calm routine patrolling - sudden attack twisting melee - fighters everywhere, burning aircraft, tracer fire, pick out your man - chase him down, one on one, fire into him, break off, find yourself alone in the skies, the battle ended as suddenly as it began, who won? Who knows - only heading back to base, counting the claims and seeing who survived will tell who won the day.
And someone remind me to check my high six more often.
MJDixon- Posts : 5907
Join date : 2010-01-11
Age : 36
Location : Great Britain
Re: For ze Fazerlant!
Exzellent tale and vid Mj. Seeing the game when it can be that pretty makes me want to at least have a stab at it. Btw How dies th eformation your with know what their mission is going to be ? or did u just tag along ? Also it looks as if its a bit hard to tell if your a smoking due to damage as all the planes seem to trail a nice oily signpost ?
Dezey- Posts : 596
Join date : 2009-09-09
Re: For ze Fazerlant!
Google translate didn't recognise any of that.
I'm sure it was a good tale of daring and mishap. I'll watch the vid when I'm not at work!
I'm sure it was a good tale of daring and mishap. I'll watch the vid when I'm not at work!
speedy77- Posts : 1634
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Location : Dorset
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