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"Everyone fights, no one quits.
If you don't do your job, I'll shoot you myself"
Name: MOH_LOWELL
Favorite Aircraft: American
Timezone: Central Standard Time
Hometown: USA
Languages understood: English
Date of Inauguration: February 15, 2003
The crimson eastern sky slowly dissolved as sunrise flooded the vast expanse of Russian forest with an earthy orange glow. The air above the forest lay crisp and still. To the men on the front line all was quiet save the faintly growing drone of two lone aircraft.
On the wing of MOH_FOX this day was the incomparable ACE, MOH_LOWELL. A veteran of many great battles, LOWELL’s presence offered tremendous assurance to FOX as they cruised across the sky in seek of opportunity. Both pilots eagerly searched the sky for possible BANDITS.
Finally, in the early light of morning, LOWELL spotted the barely discernable dots of 3 aircraft silhouetted above the distant horizon, their direction of flight indeterminate. At FOX’s signal, the two ACES slammed their throttles forward and climbed skyward, clambering for the heavens. Both instinctively knew what was soon to transpire.
Each dot began to enlarge slowly into the distinctive shape of a Soviet Yak aircraft, methodically inbound in expectation of opportunity at the front. LOWELL and FOX would be the reception committee. The men in their bunkers counted on these two ACES and knew that each would do their best to see their comrade’s faith was well placed.
Unexpectedly FOX’s engine shuddered and came to a stop. Nothing he did would revive it. He signaled to LOWELL that he was bailing and popped open his canopy. FOX hit the silk and began his long slow descent. Friendly troops controlled the ground below so both knew all would end well for FOX. From his parachute, FOX looked back at his departing comrade and silently wished him “Godspeed”. FOX knew the Yak was the king of the "turn and burn" style of dogfight but no match for the clever LOWELL.
Placing as much sky between himself and the ground, MOH_LOWELL grimly faced his reality. It was his lone Me-109K against 3 Soviet Yaks. Apparently the Soviet planes had not yet spotted him, and they seemed transfixed by the now pilotless Me109 curiously spiraling earthward. The element of surprise was with him.
Using nearby clouds for cover, LOWELL carefully garnered his opportunity. The 3 Yaks cautiously continued unabated. LOWELL nosed his Me-109K over and fell upon the trailing Yak. As he merged he released a volley of fire from his nose mounted Mk108. The starboard wing of the rearmost Yak sheared from its fuselage. LOWELL furiously pulled on the stick of his trusty Me-109k, directing it again to the clouds which quickly enveloped him. Confused and in disarray, the two remaining Yaks twisted and turned. LOWELL again dived into the attack. His Mk108, 30mm cannon bellowed. Another well placed shot struck his opponents engine nacelle creating a huge burst of steam and oil smoke. LOWELL watched as the Yaks engine seized, telling him that the opponent posed no more danger. He now turned his attentions to the third Yak who had already latched onto his tail. In an evasive effort, LOWELL executed several quick scissors. The ruse worked and LOWELL squeezed the trigger as the forsaken Yak flashed past his gun sight and out of view. LOWELL looped around to see his opponent’s plane cruising on a steady course as if a drone. He rolled onto the BOGS 6 and made a pass close to the stricken Yak. There he discovered its canopy opaque with blood, the pilot obviously dead. LOWELL shuddered at the sight, realizing that one day he may face such an inglorious death.
Chivalrous, gentlemanly and deadly, MOH_LOWELL is an invaluable component of the MOH system and it's squad of EXPERTEN.
LOWELL in Action: #1
LOWELL in Action: #2
LOWELL in Action: #3
