Back to the saga:
As I watched my vat cap (wheel) roll wildly across grassland below me the full weight of my pickle became quiet eve dent too me. Although I had a back up vat cap on the other side of my landing gear, not to mention the many back and base attached to the new recruits planes, I was in a more urgent need of a sound landing gear!

no matter how I ran the scenario thru my mind it ended every time with me on a gurney hopefully being rushed to the medical facitity at base.... Crap

do we have a medical facility back at base?

I couldn't recall unless that was the building next to the drunk tank???

I really could say for sure, that building might be Ghost house, with all the inflated bar tabs he could certainly afford it..

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So there I was, behind enemy lines, one bomb, overly loaded plane, and only half a landing gear..... Thanks to Wolf!..... What a buzz kill!
I desided to accept my polite, move on to the enemy base drop the bomb, make a 180° turn and head for home,. Surely I would come up with something.

about 10 miles away from the target base I realized I was far to sobber for what lie ahead, and I chose to check the temp of my cargo...... Way to heavy they all were saying, wouldn't be worth the loss of speed to add my little pretty

who'sthisguy had just never experienced an ice cold Rap's home brewed rubber,dirt lager!!!

Enginer this! I yelled..... Damn this beer is almost good I thought to myself as I reached for yet another. 7 or 15 later I realized I was way off course, even with the healthy buzz I had going I knew when the sky and landscape turned to the mustard tan color I had reached one of the four ends of our virtual world
I banked hard left just feet before smashing into or thru or ...? Well no one really knows, and I wasn't tanked up enough with this liquid courage to find out myslf. So I chose to fly along side the world ends here tan wall for a moment as to call it out so to speek , see what it had.... Yes I had far surpassed the the drinking responsibly point while flying at this point.

While flying up so close to it for awhile I had this idea of "what would happen if someone (me) was to shoot a hole in it

Oh yeah! It felt a little like doorbell dit hen the devils house

I pulled out a 45 I had barowed (permanently) from Tbiult

eased my plane with only half a landing gear up so the wing was only a few inches from the tan wall, leveled the 45 and gently squoze the trigger.
To my surprise the bullet ricocheted off the frigin wall and back at my plane..... Remember the armor plating I installed to protect my precious cargo of ale! It worked! And again and he bullet ricocheted back to the world ends here wall!!! This continued for a couple of moments into I desided to pull back off the throttle to end the maylay of back and forth lead bouncing...... Again not thought out as well as could have been. (Note to self: check proof contents before consumption)!
Yes as my plane slowed from the restriction of fuel I enduced with the throttle the ricocheting bullet found its mark somewhere on the powerplant that I was relying on to propel myself thru the air with.

who this guy, could have been engineering a ricochet proof engine instead of weight to lift ratios,,,,, that would have been help full...... Damnit!
Its a bit difficult to admit.....

you know

when you've shot yourself down!!!