There is no name quit able to fit us. Nothing lofty enough to describe a box of B-17's at 25,000 feet rutting through fierce flack like a linebacker, nor any way to make a word fit a Mustang clawing around to find the tail of the enemy, the stangs Merlin engine screaming its sweet song. Not a word to add up the shreak of a diving Corsair, it's 13 foot prop tips breaking the sound barrier as its 6 .50 cals send steel hornets to shred the wings of an unfortunant pilots plane away.....
Wow that was coming out good, any of you ready to join the formation yet?