“Sasha, look out! A 109 at your six, high!”
The German had slipped past Galina’s guard. She went vertical, diving right past his nose, trying to shake him off me, without success.
“Two, go low and stay out of the fight. Three, work him north, if you can.”
Lilya, wanting to set a trap for the German. I would lead him to her, as she and Galina together sprang it. Again, 20mm and 12.7mm tracer spray past a 109.
This German breaks off his pursuit of me, to deal with the new threat. I fix Tamara’s Yak by its trail of fuel, to ensure she is clear of any enemy pursuit, then turn to cover Galina and Lilya. The three of us will dog this German.
Sparks fly as Lilya connects again, on her third 109 of the day! But she is too close, the German breaks free.
But Galina Ivanovna has saddled up now and her Spitfire’s weapons rage, pouring red tracer at the enemy aircraft.
He is still trying to get at Lilya or me, and we lead him in a crazy loop, in his vertical element now, but the unequaled Spitfire, its Merlin roaring as I dive for the ground, keeps the distance.
And he cannot hold off all three of us for long.
