Having been away from OFF for quite a while I decided to fire it up and have a go. Much to my dismay the first mission handed to my new Fokker Dr.1 pilot was an airfield attack. Ho-hum, I thought. I recall these missions as rather a dull, waste of my pilot's time and in the past allowed myself to be distracted by the odd speck flying on the horizon. But this time I did my duty and kept to the mission ( that darn speck was faster than me ).
Alright, here comes the airfield. I stifled a yawn, throttled up, and dove down - lining up on a menacing truck. I waited until it loomed large in my sights. I held down the trigger and...KABOOM! Holy @#$%!
The truck disappeared in an almighty explosion and I got a screen full of cloud and dirt! I hooted with glee as I flew out of the whirling debris, barely missing a poorly located hanger.
I don't remember that happening before! I then proceeded on an unholy path of destruction. No vehicle was safe from my blazing twin machine guns. Black smoke soon blanketed the enemy airfield as anything with wheels burned to the ground.
Hey! Are those little soldiers down there taking pot shots at me? Angry bullets whipped and whined past my triplane. This is great! Brave little men they were. Brave little men.
Uh-oh. I realized that in my feverish excitement I had exhausted every last round I had for my guns! With a foolish grin I slunk back to base at tree top level, hoping and praying not to be noticed by the airfields owners. A lesson learned. Next time I bring more ammo!