Bagged our 88 by flying up behind him! We'd just got into France and there he was, stooging about looking for us. Well we bloody found him first! Blew up, he did.
One more encounter on the run in to the target — we got caught napping by a 110 and Hollander got blown clean out of his turret and down the length of the fuselage by an exploding cannon shell. We thought he was dead but it turned out he'd just whacked his head and although he's a bit addled the MO couldn't swear he wasn't like that to start with.
A fair bomb run — though I think we left it a bit long and only managed a 30% hit rate.
Safe return, a smooth landing and Cheify tells me that other than a few holes, bits missing and an overdue engine service we'll be ready tomorrow or the day after.