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Intro
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August 8th, 1940. Biggin Hill

Okay, listen up chaps!

There is another convoy steaming up the channel. (Don't groan!) It's called CW9, codename "Peewit", consists of some 20 escorted cargo ships, going from Medway, through the straits up to Swanage.

And yes, Jerrry is doing his thing again, throwing everything but the proverbial kitchen sink at it.

Alright, alright. Here's the good news: our job is not to escort those blasted coaltubs, but instead to shield those fighters from other Squadrons that are doing the actual escorting. 

We know that a large formation of Jerry fighters are airborne, and they seem to be moving towards the Folkstone-Dover-Margate area. It's our task to intercept them, so that they can't attack the convoy escorts.

Two other squadrons are also being sent against this area.

Any questions? Right. Lets go!

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You'll be flying as second element of B section
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Success
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CAMPAIGN DIARY:

That was your first real dogfight, and you did good. Remember: never fly straight in a combat zone for more than 10 seconds. And keep your head on a swivel!

Now you understand why they say that 1 hour of the real thing is worth 50 hours of training.

Soon you will face bombers. Then you must know that the commander of our Group, 11 Group, Air Vice Marshal Park, has set out that individual squadrons are to intercept enemy raids. 

The aim is to subject Jerry to constant attacks by relatively small numbers of aircraft, trying to break up the tight formations of the bombers. Once formations has gone to pieces, stragglers can be picked off one by one. 

When multiple squadrons reach a raid the procedure is as follows: the slower Hurricanes will tackle the bombers while we with our more agile Spitfires go for the fighter escort. Mind you, this is the ideal, and not always achieved...

Yes, another thing. You see that piggy bank over there? It's tradition in this squadron that every pilot put a few bob in there, and when someone goes in - you know, you never say "shot down" of a collegue, only say "going in" - we plunder the bank and have a drink for them at the mess in the evening.
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Failure
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CAMPAIGN DIARY:

That was your first real dogfight, and you did good. Remember: never fly straight in a combat zone for more than 10 seconds. And keep your head on a swivel!

Now you understand why they say that 1 hour of the real thing is worth 50 hours of training.

Soon you will face bombers. Then you must know that the commander of our Group, 11 Group, Air Vice Marshal Park, has set out that individual squadrons are to intercept enemy raids. 

The aim is to subject Jerry to constant attacks by relatively small numbers of aircraft, trying to break up the tight formations of the bombers. Once formations has gone to pieces, stragglers can be picked off one by one. 

When multiple squadrons reach a raid the procedure is as follows: the slower Hurricanes will tackle the bombers while we with our more agile Spitfires go for the fighter escort. Mind you, this is the ideal, and not always achieved...

Yes, another thing. You see that piggy bank over there? It's tradition in this squadron that every pilot put a few bob in there, and when someone goes in - you know, you never say "shot down" of a collegue, only say "going in" - we plunder the bank and have a drink for them at the mess in the evening.
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FighterBoysDebrief2.jpg
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