“We were faster than them and could out
climb them but they out turned us and were more agile. Bert tried to turn in a
horizontal fight with a Mig 17, he never made it. The Mig zipped round and blew
him apart. Bert never had a chance. I climbed way up above the Mig to dive down
on him with my superior speed and get him with a missile shot. He saw me when I
was climbing up and pulled his nose up and took a shot at me. I remember seeing
his tracer shells arcing up in two separate streams and falling away out of
range. He now knew he was dead. I took my time climbing four thousand feet
above him. I kept my throttles on max in my climb, using the water to boost my
max engine power. At the top of my climb I killed the water and lit my burners and
came down like the Devil. I locked up the Mig that killed my wingman and fired
a single Sidewinder. In those days we could only get the enemy from the back or
above and in the rear where his engine heat was. This I did and my missile blew
him to bits. There was nothing left and I had my second kill, my first with a
missile,” Bubba quietly continued. I ordered two more beers, he insisted
on paying the bar tab.
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