Anyone who is familiar with the Musketeers knows we don't go in for orga . . . organi . . . org . . . ah hell, that 'o' word thingy.  Our basic battle plan doesn't change from one day to the next.  We simply take off, go in a general direction, and kill what ain't us.  Here are some highlights from a 'typical' Muskie gathering in the Full Real Big Pacific arena.

First, we assess the odds and pick a place to fight.  On this particular evening, the Cz were pouring all sorts of resources into capturing Teops, and we figured we could find some action trying to stop them.  Hmm, fourteen of them, and four of us (it's ok, only three of us are Muskies, so we're really NOT ganging up on the Cz).

In typical Muskie fashion, we first confuse the enemy by losing sight of each other, then depend on pure blind luck to find each other at critical moments to steal each other's kills.  Sorry Shad, I saw him first!

 

We also tend to get mad when someone pings our buddies, and this poor Cz had the bad luck to ping me while Haz was near enough to tell him what he thought of THAT!

Once again, we carefully assessed the odds - in this case of making a tail attack on a B17 that had gunners jam packed inside - and make our move.  I got hit in the gas tank, Shad got returned to HQ the quick way, but out of the picture, swooping down from above, was Haz in his FW, and all them gunners had to find a new plane to shoot from.

Well, all good things have to come to an end, and so it was with this mission.  I managed a skillful deadstick landing back at Rabaul in time to watch Haz trying to put his FW down without benefit of landing gear.  That runway should be ready for use again in about a week.


And that's the Muskie Way!
 

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