Picked up an OtterBox case for the new phone, because the other one didn’t really protect the bottom of the phone.
Never had an OtterBox case before.
Target for Today: Mission #1 AAR
After Action Report: August, 1942
Target for Today: Amiens (Airfield)
Bomber: Super-X (Mission #1)
Group position: Low
Bomber #: 15
Good fighter cover to and from target zone.
Outbound:
Zone 1: Good weather, no complications during take off.
Zone 2: 50% cloud cover, no German fighter resistance.
Zone 3: Clear skies, moderate German fighter resistance, mostly driven off by fighter cover, until 2 fighters got through. Both were shot down, 1xME 109 by Sgts Hayes and Stewart, 1xME 109 by Sgt. Martin.
Zone 4: Clear skies, no German fighter resistance.
Zone 5: TARGET ZONE – Clear skies, target slightly obscured, moderate German fighter resistance, driven off by fighter cover. Light Flak, no hits to bomber. Bomb run was on target, 50% of target damaged.
Inbound:
Zone 5: Clear skies, heavy German fighter resistance, driven off by fighter cover.
Zone 4: 50% cloud cover, no German fighter resistance.
Zone 3: 50% cloud cover, moderate German fighter resistance, driven off by fighter cover.
Zone 2: 50% cloud cover, no German fighter resistance.
Zone 1: Good weather, no complications during landing.
First mission under my belt, and I gotta say, I prefer this game to B-17 Flying Fortress Leader. I think both games play rather smoothly, once you figure out the mechanics of the rules.
I prefer to fly a single bomber in a group, instead of the entire group all at once. That’s probably due to my playing B-17 Queen of the Skies for so many years. TfT plays like an enhanced version of the original QotS game.
I’ll give the single bomber game in FFL a shot.
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Zone 3
Long: “Fighter coming in, 1:30 high!”
Hayes: “There’s one on our 6, high!”
Stewart: “I see him!”
Stewart and Hayes opened fire, blasting the ME 109 to hell.
Stewart: “Ha! Got him!”
Hayes: “No, I got him!”
Stewart: “Call it a tie?”
Hayes: “Yeah, okay.”
Martin squeezes the trigger on his right waist gun, obliterating the remaining ME 109.
Mitchell: “Hey, the kid got one!”
Thompson: “Nice shooting there.”
Martin: “Thanks, Chief.”
Thompson: “Don’t call me ‘Chief’.”