Ah I remember good old falcon 3.0 ... My friend and I networked it at his house... The following account is true as I remember it...
It was a calm sunny day that day, I "dead puppy" and my friend " broccoli" left for a mission over enemy airspace... ( I believe it was a bombing mission, but honestly I can't remember) we took off full of promise, with our flight sticks and paddles we felt quite confident in our upcoming success...
We followed our way-points and closed into our target area... Target missed, complete failure.
That was the easy part, seconds later we had bogies.. Migs! This was what we were waiting for! A fight... The seconds went slowly, it very soon became evident that the boys were outmatched by these Migs... " broccoli" was hit! He was going in... No parachute " dead puppy" noted, grim.
Now in a completely hopeless situation, it was decided to run... Full afterburner... Successful escape ... But what's this? An enemy cargo plane? Bomber? Revenge! Target locked, tone.. Missiles away! It's a hit! He's done.
Back to the airfield, maybe "broccoli" hadn't died in vain... I had my first victory!
There's the field ahead... Hmm this landing stuff is extra tricky... Oops I might be a little hot on this approach... Uh oh... Ugh! Crashed after running out of runway... Whew, I survived...
What's this? An inquiry about downing an allied aircraft? Dafuq? Damn it, Jim! ...