World Of Warplanes "Angry Grandpa vs. the Sky Itself | P-40 Rage Flight"

Strap in, junior—Gramps just fired up his dusty old P-40 and I got a lot to say. Mostly complaints. Actually, all complaints.
I hate jets. I hate energy fighters. I hate clouds. I probably hate you. But I loves my P40, and by golly, I am going to fly it like it’s 1942 and gas is still a nickel.
Watch as I growl my way through dogfights, mutters about “kids these days and their fancy radar,” and threatens to write a stern letter to the devs.
Welcome to World of Warplanes, now featuring airborne senior rage.

Here are a few simple Tips From a Grouchy old man:

"Altitude is life—unless you're scared of commitment."
Climb high so you can look down on people both literally and morally.

"Never trust a Spitfire. They're sneaky little devils with fancy accents."
If it’s turning tighter than your back after yard work, it’s probably British.

"If it has a jet engine, it’s cheating. Plain and simple."
Anything faster than a Warhawk is clearly violating the Geneva Convention.

"Use the boost sparingly—like your hip replacement."
You only get one good burst. Don’t waste it chasing some zoomie into space.

"If you ain’t yelling, you ain’t dogfighting."
Real aerial combat requires volume. And coughing. And swearing at buttons you forgot the purpose of.

"Flaps? I haven’t touched those since ’43."
The only flap Gramps respects is the one on his bomber jacket.

"Die with dignity, or at least while flipping someone off."
If you're going down, make it theatrical. Bonus points for calling someone a “whippersnapper” on the way.