Hi guys. I thought I'd write down the experience I just had in a game of War Thunder I just got out of for posterity. Hope it makes you smile. So I'm in my Ju 87 B-2 "Stuka" doing my divebombing thing like I always do in Historical Battles. We're fighting the Soviets. My first target is a Medium Tank and I take it out without a hitch and head back to the airfield to get another bomb. On the way I shoot two AAA emplacements up. I'm just casually cruising back to base and I notice one of the players on the other team has a sense of humour. I shall call him Jack. He's making a joke that the "Shogi" AI is really good and that he's afraid of him. I find it rather funny so I play along and pretend that he's our best player, our ace in the hole, etc. etc. All good fun. I land just fine, rearm and take off. Barely 200m off the runway I notice that all my teammates are dead and the other team has two Il-2 Sturmovik pilots left, one of them the joker from before, and another who I shall name Bill. They also have one AI biplane left. I mention this in all chat and thus was born the greatest act of kindness and sportsmanship I've ever witnessed in War Thunder. I will attempt to transcribe it from memory, though I warn it won't be perfect. Deathwatch050: "Oh. Are all my teammates dead?" Jack: "Yep." Bill: "You're gonna die now. FEAR SOVIET POWER!" Deathwatch050: "Aww. Any chance I could make a deal with you guys?" Jack: "Go on..." Deathwatch050: "If you let me bomb one more Medium tank without interference, you can rip me to pieces afterwards at your leisure. I'm just a Stuka pilot doing my divebombing thing, I can't really do anything else. " Jack: "Sounds good to me." Deathwatch050: "Oh great! Thanks." Bill: "Woah, I didn't agree to this. He did." Deathwatch050: "Yeah, but he's your ranking officer. :3" I take the silence for an agreement. Both Il-2 pilots show up on my 9 o'clock and closing fast. Jack putters about on my left while Bill makes pretend passes at me. I breathe a sigh of relief and continue my climbing approach on the tank column. Suddenly, my rear gunner starts shooting! Jack: "Hey!" Deathwatch050: "Damnit, sorry! Stupid rear gunner!" No harm done, though I do make sure to switch to my rear gunner manually to stop him shooting whenever he starts. The two Sturmoviks decide to fly below instead of behind me. So I reach the end of my journey. I make sure I am directly above the target tank. I am at 3000 meters, below my preferred start altitude (4600m) but it'll do, and am going at 250kph. I start the divebombing procedure. Airbrakes on, throttle back to 30%, wingover and fall gracefully into a dive. I spot the tank and align myself, then cut throttle to 0%. My Jericho Trumpet starts up, the wailing siren that means death from above is about to do its dark work. Flak bursts all around me. I have lost track of the Sturmoviks. I don't think about them, totally focussed on keeping the Stuka aligned on the thankfully stationary tank. 2000m. 1000m. 450m. A little more, just to be sure. 300m. I slap the bomb release, disengage the airbrakes, throttle back up and pull out of the dive. I check the bomb camera; my payload hits the ground 3m on the right and behind the tank, blowing it to pieces. Deathwatch050: "Alright, take me." The two Sturmoviks begin shooting at me. I switch to my rear gunner to watch them. Hang on! That's not a Sturmovik! That's that stupid AI biplane! RATATATATATAT *Aircraft Destroyed* Deathwatch050: "Also, fuck the AI." I hear the thuds of bullet and probably cannon impacts too, and hurtle towards the ground. I meet the end with a smile on my face. Deathwatch050: "Thanks guys. Very sporting of you. I appreciate it."
