and lastly...here's one of my favorite aces...Kit Carson.
I was leading Blue Flight of Dollar Squadron providing escort for the 353rd Fighter group enroute to strafe the oil reserve stores at Leipzig. We were in the vicinity of Magdeburg, Germany when two large formations of bandits were reported. One of the formations, still unidentified, made a complete turn from a head on position and made an initial attack on us from our 8 o'clock. We dropped our tanks, turned and met them head on. We wheeled again and tacked on to the rear of the formation which consisted of 50 to 75 Focke-Wulf 190's. I closed to about 300 yards to the nearest one and fired a medium burst with no lead, getting numerous strikes. He started to burn and went into a turning dive to the left.I believe the pilot must have been dead as he never recovered from the dive, crashed and exploded. I returned to the main part of the fight again closing on the one nearest to me.I opened fire once again at about 300 yards, firing two short bursts, getting strikes all over the cockpit and engine. He started to smoke and dropped out of the formation and rolled to the right until he was in a split-ess position, never recovering from this attitude.I saw the plane crash and burn, and the pilot did not get out.
Returning again to the scrap, I pulled into the nearest one at about 400 yards and fired a short burst, noting a few hits. He broke violently to the left and I broke with him.I pulled a lead on him and fired to long bursts getting strikes on the engine and cockpit. He started to smoke and burn badly, the pilot jettisoned his cockpit canopy and bailed out. I watched him fall for some distance but did not see a chute open, the FW 190 crashed about 50 yards from a house in a small town. I could still see the main battle about two miles ahead of me and as I started to catch them, I saw a straggler on the deck. I dropped down to engage him but he saw me coming and turned left away from me. I gave chase for about five minutes before I caught him. I opened fire at 400 yards getting strikes on the right side of the fuselage. He turned sharply to the right and I picked up a few degrees of lead on him, firing to more bursts getting more strikes on the fuselage, the pilot jettisoned his canopy and bailed out. As I was chasing this one, another formation of about 30 to 40 FW 190's passed about 500 feet above me and 1500 feet in front, but they made no attempt to engage me or help their fellow. They continued on a heading of 20 or 30 degrees.
I pulled up and set course for home-base when another Focke-Wulf 190 made an attack from 7 o'clock high. We broke into him and he wheeled into a zooming climb. I chased him gaining slowly. Suddenly he dropped his nose and headed for the deck, I gave chase and caught him in about five minutes. I opened fire at 400-450 yards but missed, I closed further and fired another short burst getting strikes on the fuselage. The plane started to smoke; I fired again as he made a hard turn to the right observing more hits on the fuselage. Then the pilot jettisoned his canopy and I broke off my attack to the right expecting him to bail out. I waited for him to bail but he didn't so I turned back to engage him again. I was still about 700 yards away when the pilot pulled the nose up sharply and left his ship; his chute opened a couple of seconds later. During the whole encounter my wing man, Flight Officer O.T.Ridley, remained with me. His performance as a wing man could not be surpassed.
I claim five(5) Focke-Wulf 190's destroyed in the air.
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