with me it is the freakin' flak.
fly, fly, fly...look around...fly, fly, fly...look around...fly, fly, fly...oh look - fire from down below...fly, fly, die.
Sunday was the last straw...after hitting the target and setting off the nuke (see the screen shot) I strafed a few times and headed home. Giggling that as a rear gunner I killed Pook (I think), got the hanger, and 3 ground kills in my Dauntless.
Then black screen. Angry Elf has been killed by AAA.
It's like four putting after being on the green in two on a par four. Visions of birdie to to visions of anger...
Oh well...