A Pro Blast XL fully oil covered wind display screen now compelled my head out of the cockpit. Boy, did this fowl have a snout. I ought to rarely see over the engine nacelle for my instantly in to the tree line. Descending---one hundred fifty yards now seemed like ---getting heavy at the controls. I hoped that the Japs call, "Whistling Death" for the potent Corsair most effective ½ in shape for me today.