Bandit Six

"Over the reassuring bass thump of your twin fifties pumping out half inch metal jacketed death you hear the sound of an in-line aero-engine screaming towards you. You look up, your guns tracking with you, and see a red tailed FW109 power dive out of the sun. It rolls bringing its cannon to bear on you. You gaze in awe at the spectacle of an entire bomber wing, contrails cutting white scars against the heavenly blue before the message in your ear - 'Heads up! Bandits on your six!' breaks your reverie."