PC. Early 90s. Chuck Yeager’s Air Combat. Me in an F86 versus 3 Mig 15s. They were very, very good. I managed to down 2 of them, but the 3rd guy was proving tricky. We were fighting for what seemed like ages (about 15 mins probably). I was knackered, I was shot to pieces, just about out of fuel. We’d gone from about 30,000 feet down to about 50 feet.
He managed to get behind me, hit me and my engine went out and alarms started ringing. At that moment though, he overshot and I managed to fire my last single round off at him. He exploded.
I had to eject and he had too, so we ended up parachuting down to the ground right next to each other.
I like to think we both realised the futility of war in those quiet moments.