41,000 ft, and my engine flamed out. When all of a sudden I get a MiG-25 on my tail. He launched 2 missiles at me and knowing I was screwed I bailed. I descended to 15,000 feet when my chute opened. Well then arrogant prick keep doing passes by me in my chute. He came for another pass and I had enough of this crap. So I drew my Model 1911 Colt 45. from my shoulder holster. When he came close, and I mean he was close, I could see the grin on his face, I opened up right into his canopy. Well the weight of an entire family of .45 cal rounds shattered his cockpit and I don't think his body liked it either. I watched as he broke away and crashed back into Terra Firma. There was no chute. The moral of the story, God made everyone one different, but Sam Colt made them equal.