As I streak in low and hot, the SEAD Escort, Fury 11 passes high overhead. I notice his HARMS are gone and that’s good, I think.
Time to get serious. I align the aircraft on the runway, and prepare to drop, hoping that magic BB doesn’t get me first.
Pickle, the bombs drop as they should, their rocket motors fire them clear of the parachutes and into the runway. Off to the right flashes by our other target, the radar.
I jink hard right, smack into more flak as the other flight, Falcon1 roars in towards the radar.