The whole point of redundancy was proved in a blinding flash of light as my JDAMs hit the remaining targets, obliterating them:
“Whoa! We saw that one too, Jupiter! We confirm that is a kill!” said the Prowler guys who were orbiting the area:
“Roger that. Jupiter Flight, you outbound?”
“Two is RTB.”
“Three same.”
“Four heading home.”
“Roger,” I added. “I’m forming up on you. Good job, guys. Let’s get outta here!”
Pushing the throttles forward and rolling my plane out to sea, we began to egress the area.
The flight back seemed a lot shorter coming in, and we still were above bingo by the time we had reached the Gulf.