The New Ace
The Curtis was smoking and the canopy was sliding back as I rolled up under him and put a short burst into his wing root and he exploded. I flew through the debris and caught a glimpse of the pilot's shredded body. Number five! I was an ace. I get the gold wings and all the girls I wanted. Two Yaks, a Hurricane, a Blenheim and this P-40; five confirmed kills. I barrel-rolled over the strip and landed hot, reported to the officer of the day and my wingman confirmed it with a smile and a smack...