ReamusLQ, concentrating on the fire ants, does not hear the rumble of the Double Wasp until it is too late. He looks up and turns around just in time to see the twinkling of the eight .50-cal Brownings in the wings of my P-47 before he is reduced to little more than red gelatin. I pull up, roll once to the right, and head back to base...knowing that I'm not likely to make it there.
