Killing a Focke-Wulf 190

On July the 7th I came across some Focke-Wulf 190’s quite low down, oh several thousand feet because we were down there because we we’re always looking for trucks to shoot up or cars. We began to realize that we were really only army co-op was really what we were doing, you know, strafing for the army. And this fellow, there were about eight of them or something and one of them came along, I have forgotten, I think he was, ya, one of our Spitfires was going after the 190 and this fellow, I think he was going after the Spitfire but he was still out of range. Anyway I went after him which was easy enough and I came in on his left when he was about three hundred yards, started to fire, hit him right away, and he got a whole bunch of smoke and then he jettisoned his hood and the flames just poured out of the cockpit and oh, just a whole stream of it and the fuel tank was on the floor of the Focke-Wulf 190, of course, it has to be somewhere but there’s no good place for it, but anyway, it poured out of the cockpit once he got the hood clear and he came out and he started to come out and I could see him, the poor fellow, his brown jacket started to turn black and everything and he got clear and he fell away smoking from all his clothes. I never saw whether he parachuted or not because I went after another one.