“No such luck for me,” called Blind. “My JDAMs impacted at the face of the target, but didn’t take it down.”
“Four same,” said a sullen Tickle. “I got some hits, but the buildings are still standing.”
“OK, you guys,” I called. “Start heading back. I’ve got two more JDAMs, I’ll clean it up. We’re going to take these targets down one way or the other!”
“Copy, 2 off to the south.”
“Three same.”
“Four same.”
I yanked my Super Hornet into a climbing right turn, the g-forces mounting as I sighted the target and began to pull my nose onto it:
Rolling wings level, the JDAMs stabilized and gave me the launch cue. “Bombs away!” I cried as I pickled them off:
I pulled hard to the right as my JDAMs sailed off to the left in the background as my F/A-18 peeled off to the right: