And just when I think they have forgotten about me, a double-whammy comes up from an airfield below and smacks me down. The ejection seat and a silk tablecloth are all I get to keep out of this mission.
The other 63 flights in the theater aren’t fairing much better with super-aggressive fighters coming up to join battle. Here a Su-33 lofts an R-77 at some soon to be finished target.
NATO forces give a little of what they’ve been getting.
Something I can’t recall seeing in anything other than F4:AF moving infantry with what looks like a Stinger or SA-7?
A little bit of Seoul might have snuck into Albania, but this is something you’d only see after walking around after ejecting.
My first campaign mission was very high on excitement, but pretty Spartan on skill. I’ve been away from F4 long enough to have gotten rusty. I should also know better than to try to salvage a bad bounce. The veteran F4 pilot in me screamed to dump my ordnance and use the burner to extend away from the threat, but the goal oriented side of me wanted to hang on to those Durandals and complete the mission. Welcome to the dilemma of the modern air combat pilot!