At 8,000 feet over Dover harbor, a group of Fw 190s owned the sky. The English coast spread below them, defenseless.
Then a British fighter appeared, closing fast.
It had a massive four-bladed propeller, thick wings, and bold yellow stripes across its fuselage. The aircraft looked brutish, almost primitive compared to their sleek Focke-Wulfs.
They dove to escape, but somehow the striped fighter stayed glued to their tails. Its engine screamed at full throttle, a sound unlike any aircraft powerplant they’d heard.
Then came the 20-millimeter cannon fire.
Weighed down by their bomb loads, the Fw 190s couldn’t shake their pursuer. In desperation, they jettisoned everything, their ordnance splashing harmlessly into the channel below, while they headed back to safety.
At 440 miles per hour, the striped fighter made clear the Luftwaffe’s dominance was over.
Credit to : Dark Skies