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| | Message text We just back from a tough fight, everyone is tired. My team has Morsac as wing. Tony and Dalf is the second team. We are planning to unite together and heading home for Xmas.
The weather is not that good and we are on height 500m. The cloud is so thick. We think there would be a storm. So we climb up to 1000m.
After we came out through the grey-cotton air, we found that ....
"(it seems we are in some sort of German party) MORSAC!! Ready for bullet frenzy! If you want to see the sunset of tomorrow, follow me!!" Parker (imdog) turned back and shouted.
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Our Jagtstaffel was a strange mish-mash of aeroplanes, but flown by capable pilots, out for victory for the Emperor (and, naturally for some personal glory as well, who could blame us?)
Yet untested this day, we wistfully coursed high over no-man's land, without a prey in sight, slowly ploughing against the wind. And it was the wind that announced the upcoming chase- a low roar and a fighter buzz, just audible over the noise of my own engine.
"Hey, what's that?!"
"At least a two-seater and an escort, it is a worthy quarry indeed! My friends, apparently, had spent less time then me on cheerfully working up an appetite for the hunt, as I suddenly found myself a little behind them.
And there they were- not one, but no less then two two-seaters and as large an escort... ah, this was going to be one glorious battle!" ¡V Harpec thought to himself.
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