07-29-2020, 03:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2020, 08:54 PM by Pilotlight.)
It is my extreme displeasure to announce to everyone that I am a guilty man.
On or about Sunday morning, July 26, 2020, I mistook a Beaufighter flown by the esteemed pilot BlacKnight, for a hostile 110. We were engaged with three of them, low over the water at St. Mary's Bay off of Littlestone. The 110s were surely no match for BlacKnight's crack aim. But with a single swift snapshot I disabled BlacKnight's left engine. Too low to make it home, BlacKnight and his Beau sank into the water with dreadful finality. In that shameful split second I lost us the fight, cost the allied forces an expensive machine, and cost BlacKnight his life.
My shame shall never fade. People say to me in an effort to console that we all do it, that these things happen in battle. Any consolation is short lived and undeserved. People may jokingly mock me, rightfully so, but the laughs are forced and tinged with spite. For I am a guilty man and forever hang my head.
S! BlacKnight. May the reset button be a better wingman than I.
On or about Sunday morning, July 26, 2020, I mistook a Beaufighter flown by the esteemed pilot BlacKnight, for a hostile 110. We were engaged with three of them, low over the water at St. Mary's Bay off of Littlestone. The 110s were surely no match for BlacKnight's crack aim. But with a single swift snapshot I disabled BlacKnight's left engine. Too low to make it home, BlacKnight and his Beau sank into the water with dreadful finality. In that shameful split second I lost us the fight, cost the allied forces an expensive machine, and cost BlacKnight his life.
My shame shall never fade. People say to me in an effort to console that we all do it, that these things happen in battle. Any consolation is short lived and undeserved. People may jokingly mock me, rightfully so, but the laughs are forced and tinged with spite. For I am a guilty man and forever hang my head.
S! BlacKnight. May the reset button be a better wingman than I.