Gotcha, as I suspected. Honestly mate I understand don't worry, databases are no fun at all!
So all this time I've been a phantom phlyer, an invisible death machine haunting the enemy ground units:
"Hey Jürgen, can you hear that - it sounds like a fork-tailed devil getting real close, but I can't see anything?"
"Don't be crazy Schmitt, you're starting to loose your mind from too much looted Jenever. Besides, I have eyes on all the enemy aircraft over to the..."
***BLLLLURGGGGGGH, CRACK CRACK CRACK, BOOM*** As 20mm cannon shells rip through the FlaK 40 emplacement; Jürgen is nowhere to be seen and Schmitt pulls himself out of a ditch with a muddied, bloodied face. An empty bottle of Jenever rolls down the bank next to the wrecked gun emplacement and clinks to a stop on his one remaining boot.
The Phantom P-38 has struck again.