Post by Wind vom Oberturm on Jan 1, 2011 23:25:22 GMT -5
"Guten Morgen, fliegende Damen. Willkommen in den Streitdrillen des Sturzbombenwerfens. Heute werden wir über den Dorf Arlonsé fliegen und dessen Häuser vernichten." It was morning time at the 2nd Destroyer Flight Squadron of the German Air Force. It was a morning of bomber and fighter training. The flight section assigned to Oberleutnant vom Oberturm was going to find a small abandoned village in the south of France and do some precision bombing and then shoot down some ground-controlled gliders. Wind and his section were standing on the airfield, discussing the plans for the field and preparing for the action. The pilots were all standing in their flight gear, some of them with their leather-suited airmen at their sides. It was time to get in the air. Wind made his final statement to the men before they all got into their cockpits and began taking off: "Errinern Sie sich, hoch, tief, schnell und verdammt präzis. Flieg!"
Soon, Wind was in his own plane, the Me262. Since his work with Messerschmitt, a friend of his had informed him of this plane, which he had asked from his superiors as soon as he could get one. The plane was an interesting sort, because the jet engines were quick to cut out if it took turns and angles that were too tight. It was a far cry from the 109, which Wind had been flying in for years, but it made up for maneuverability with a speed that was quite unbelievable. His knowledge of physics told him that the plane could be better; it would not stop him from flying it, though. The aircraft packed four machine guns, 24 rockets, and two 250k bombs. Speed and weaponry were his advantage. And now, he would use them in leading his men. As the other planes in his section took off, Wind waited back a bit. If he went first, as most section leaders did, he would be too far ahead.
When it was time, he fired the engines up and pushed the throttle slowly forward. He heard the engines get louder outside and released the brakes as the plane started heading down the runway. He pedaled the machine's directional breaks and kept it on a straight shot down as it gathered speed and finally reached the right speed. Right at the end of the run way, he pulled the yaw back and started his climb up behind the rest of his squadron. The other sections in his squadron had already headed off, his section would be the final supporting and devastating arm of the simulated attack. The infantry and armor below would also take aprt in the exercises, firing blanks. Wind's section had the unique privilege of dropping live armaments.
Once at the cruising altitude, Wind brought the speed forward and radioed his men. "Alujäger spricht. Bitte funken Sie mir Sektion 2. Ich bin bereit um zu führen." He moved forward and saw through the clouds. His section was flying right above the clouds and he pulled over them at full speed and down in front of them slowing his speed to keep in formation with them. He looked about the cockpit and lowered the throttle a bit and started feeding a more air enriched fuel into the engines, running it on less petrol than before. He made the final weapons check before flying into simulated battle, making sure that all systems checked out, just as he had checked on the ground.
Behind him flew the two stukas. The 109s were keeping around the stukas, making sure that they wouldn't get hit because of their slow speed and inferior maneuverability. Soon enough, they would be traded in for the new FW190s, but the section would have to make do with them as long as they had them.
Flying at 3000 meters and at about 350kmh, the section made its short trip to the small French village before they would land again and reload their live weaponry with fakes for the exercises that would continue to the next day.
Soon, Wind was in his own plane, the Me262. Since his work with Messerschmitt, a friend of his had informed him of this plane, which he had asked from his superiors as soon as he could get one. The plane was an interesting sort, because the jet engines were quick to cut out if it took turns and angles that were too tight. It was a far cry from the 109, which Wind had been flying in for years, but it made up for maneuverability with a speed that was quite unbelievable. His knowledge of physics told him that the plane could be better; it would not stop him from flying it, though. The aircraft packed four machine guns, 24 rockets, and two 250k bombs. Speed and weaponry were his advantage. And now, he would use them in leading his men. As the other planes in his section took off, Wind waited back a bit. If he went first, as most section leaders did, he would be too far ahead.
When it was time, he fired the engines up and pushed the throttle slowly forward. He heard the engines get louder outside and released the brakes as the plane started heading down the runway. He pedaled the machine's directional breaks and kept it on a straight shot down as it gathered speed and finally reached the right speed. Right at the end of the run way, he pulled the yaw back and started his climb up behind the rest of his squadron. The other sections in his squadron had already headed off, his section would be the final supporting and devastating arm of the simulated attack. The infantry and armor below would also take aprt in the exercises, firing blanks. Wind's section had the unique privilege of dropping live armaments.
Once at the cruising altitude, Wind brought the speed forward and radioed his men. "Alujäger spricht. Bitte funken Sie mir Sektion 2. Ich bin bereit um zu führen." He moved forward and saw through the clouds. His section was flying right above the clouds and he pulled over them at full speed and down in front of them slowing his speed to keep in formation with them. He looked about the cockpit and lowered the throttle a bit and started feeding a more air enriched fuel into the engines, running it on less petrol than before. He made the final weapons check before flying into simulated battle, making sure that all systems checked out, just as he had checked on the ground.
Behind him flew the two stukas. The 109s were keeping around the stukas, making sure that they wouldn't get hit because of their slow speed and inferior maneuverability. Soon enough, they would be traded in for the new FW190s, but the section would have to make do with them as long as they had them.
Flying at 3000 meters and at about 350kmh, the section made its short trip to the small French village before they would land again and reload their live weaponry with fakes for the exercises that would continue to the next day.
