Last Christmas Barry Gully Raker made his yearly trip to my part of the world (sunny Queensland) and we managed to play one WGF game while he was up. I was very grateful to Barry for the chance to put planes on the table - due to work and family commitments it had been two years since I had got around to playing any Wings of Glory!
The scenario was set in mid-1918, with the RNAS dispatching a DH4 escorted by a Camel to attack a German Navy base on the Belgian coast. The raid was opposed by a patrolling Marineflieger Abteilung Fokker D.VII and a Halberstadt CL.II returning from a sortie over the North Sea. Barry took the DH4, the Little Wingman (aka my son Alex - who at 14 is not so little any more) flew the Camel and I took the Boche. It was the first time any of these miniatures had seen action!
Alex has always been fairly aggressive when it comes to Wings of Glory, and he proved nothing had changed. To distract my D.VII from bothering the DH4 he attacked me head on.
Not for the last time this battle did I have cause to curse my incompetent ground crew - guns jammed on the first burst!
With Alex and I dog-fighting in our scouts Barry was free to make his bomb run on the German base.....
except he misjudged the speed of the DH4, a common occurrence if you have not piloted that machine regularly, and was forced to abort the bomb run.
As the RNAS bomber banked around the Halberstadt which had been flying up the coast got close enough to engage the big Tommy - and jammed his front gun on the first burst!
As the two-seaters passed each other both observers fired long range bursts. The Halberstadt gunner must have been a crack shot because Barry drew one card of B damage and next thing you know *BOOM* - the DH4 was plunging into the drink leaving Barry cursing his luck.
In the meantime the Sopwith and Fokker were still fighting. I managed to get good positions twice hoping for a series of bursts but each time my guns jammed - HEADS WILL ROLL BACK AT THE JASTA!!!! Barry changed sides and took the Halberstadt, heading into the fray.
About this time I actually managed to land a decent burst on Alex's machine and he decided that discretion was the better part of valour. Wrong-footing me as I expected him to stay and fight, Alex banked away and headed for home. Hotly pursued by my Fokker and Barry's Halberstadt Alex won a victory of sorts by exiting his damaged machine of the map and living to fight another day. He was pretty happy about that.
Thanks to Barry for making time to play. After such a long break it was great to get the planes back on the table (and I got a kill to boot, sorry Baz ).
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