"Flying over the beautiful and peaceful Pacific Ocean..." they said. Ha! Up my a$$, you sons o' b#@+$&!
We're up to the throat in crap over here. The invasion of Iwo Jima is scheduled and we're helping the Americans however we can. But I've gotta tell you: Iwo Jima is hell! I've never seen a bigger density of AAA guns before. And the whole island is one single airfield filled with "Franks"! Those japanese buggars always appear when you don't expect them!
I've never flown over Iwo Jima before,I've just came as close as 10 sea miles. But today, we're to fly an escort mission over this goddamned island. Escort for some american F6s. As if they couldn't take care of themselves!
But my squadron commander doesn't have open ears. for criticism. His only response is "Fighting,fighting,fighting!"
Yes,sir,will do sir... >:( :P
And the action just started after take-off. About five Ki-84 attacking, but our blessed british metal! We toasted them!
My office. Expecting some pics of naked gals in there, don't you? Wrong! Hell,we're no american playboys!
Blowing the rear of a "Frank" away. Just as we did with the german bastards in Europe. >:)
Number two. Didn't get credited for this one 'though!
This slit-eyed buggar wanted to get me from behind,goddamned! No Englishman has ever died from a bullet in the back!
Good boy! Now come to daddy!
Shoving some bullets up his rear.
Now burn in hell!
What? Holes in my Spit? And this rustbucket is made of english metal? Horrible! I've got to tell my squadron commander about that. He shall forward my complaint immediately to the MoD. If I'm obliged to fly here,I want to do it in a proper Spit,not in this damned flying wannabe son of one!
Bloody hell, I need a cup of tea and a gallon of scottish whiskey now! My blood pressure otherwise won't come down again."
