Circa 2004, IL2 online via Hyperlobby.
Was ground-pounding in the titular IL2, or at least was on my way to. There were 7 of us IL2s with a fighter escort of 5 I-16s. We took off, took on formation and headed out.
About 20 minutes in we are intercepted by some Messerschmitts. We broke formation and I pulled away to loop back around so I could gain some altitude, but it was too late...I hate a hater on my six and he was shooting me to pieces.
The thing about those IL2s...they can take some damage, especially from behind. That bastard shot me till I had NO control surfaces...no rudder, no aileron, no elevator...nothing. The stick and rudders did not move the plane at all.
Fortunately he apparently ran out of ammo, because he broke off and headed away from the fight. But there I was...leaking oil, flying level and nothing to do.
I throttled up and noticed my plane went nose-up and to the left. Throttling down, it went nose-down and to the right. With nothing left to do, I decided to play it out.
Slowly I worked the plane around to the proper heading. I steadied the throttle and let the plane settle to a level attitude. The surviving members of my flight caught up and passed me on their way home. I couldn't throttle up too much or the plane would take off for the stars. So, I sat and just let it crawl across the sky.
Finally catching site of the airfield, it was off to the left at 10 O'clock and about 15 miles out. I throttled up a bit to make the turn, and once I was relatively lined up with the runway, I set the throttle so the plane just below level and slowly losing altitude. At this point the engine was really grinding due to oil loss, and I knew I only had a minute and maybe a few more maneuvers on the throttle before it seized up entirely.
Flapless and carefully working the throttle, I brought the plane in close to the runway. I still had to nose down via low throttle to lose altitude, so right before I hit the ground I gave it full throttle to jerk the nose up. The nose went up, the engine seized and stalled, and all three wheels hit the ground simultaneously: no bounce, no skid.
The most perfect landing I had EVAR made.
I was literally shaking and sweating after that. Like seriously, I had to go shower. Mad respects to the men who actually lived it.
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