I was doing awesome till he showed up. I never died once and I was shooting them out of the sky like crazy. They would even come at me in twos to team up on me but somehow in hell I'd keep out flying them then end up right up behind them and I'd shoot them both down the same way. Eventually at the first sign of my shooting they'd just say "F**k this" and abort.
I wasn't even camping the enemy airfield either (f**k that). When I'd shoot down my prey I'd fly as high up as I could then look down on the map in 3rd person. If I saw jets taking off I wouldn't attack immediately, I'm honourable so I'd give my foes a chance to get up in the air. But I'm so high up that they think our jets are dead, wrong. I'd stalk their movement from high above then when they opportunity presented itself I'd dive down like a screaming war bird and come up behind them, then shoot them with my machine guns. They never did catch on so they kept dying and dying.
Then all of my fun ended when the shit bucket arrived.
