Mission Date: 11-05-40
Name: Grey
Rank: obg
Unit: 4./JG26
Aircraft:109E1
Markings: ace of spades (black 1)
Aerodrome: Merville
Status:RTB
Victory Claims:
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Took off from Merville as schwarmführer of schwarm 2 of 5./JG26. we were ordered by our gruppenkommandeur to do a bomber sweep in area BF16 in order to keep our assets safe. The three of us, Madigan, Fly-by and me formed up on the run- way, we waited on the other Gruppen to take off and after a while it was our turn, I felt anxious cause we had a few beers before the scramble with our good friend Joachim Marseille, and I was told by him that the Englander only sip thee, so, how could this turn out...
It wouldn't be long before we found out. Once airborne we were heading bearing 225 and after 7 minutes I spotted a whole bunch of Blemmies without any escort at our 7 o'clock!! Was this an illusion, could this be really true and how could I've missed them?!! I asked my schwarm if they were sharing the same vision of a fata morgana as I, I didn't think so, cause I was suggested to head for those impersonal killers. But then the inevitable happened. Technical problems... (I was looking at a screen saver of my cock-pit at that moment) So we decided to split up. The schwarm went to the Cap Gris Nez to do an advanced sweep and I took off again from Merville to do a fighter sweep in the area where our kamaraden of the panzer-truppen were doing good for the fatherland. Nothing much special there, few contacts, but I stayed away from the action since they had the advantage over me. Order didn't get to me directly, but our good kamaraad Fly-by told me it was time to let the battle area go as it was. Sadness and sorrow filled my heart since I didn't get any step closer to the much wanted eisern kreuz today. (Englander call this the cross of iron). It didn't take long to find my new heimat back.
By then you think you've seen it all, but no, a Hurricane was trying to land on our new gained precious soil. Lucky the flak went in to action and scared him away. I went after him, gave him a few bursts, and since I gave my tracers away to the other schwarms he never saw me coming!! parts of his cowling flew around my trusty 109, still he thought the mighty flak was battering on him, what a laugh!! He went fast not knowing where he was. I let him fly back to that cigar smoking Churchill, so he could tell he had survived the ace of spades, or in other words the black one. Doesn't matter anyways, the end of the war is imminent and we will prevail!