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03/26/10(Fri)00:38 No.8791723OP again Hugs finally had turned, just in time to see two sidewinders closing on him. He took a direct hit, which blew off a chunk of his tail and wrecked one of his engines. His return fire silenced the Harrier though. He also disengaged, climbing to meet me above the clouds. Biscuit and Scotch were now engaged, until their sidewinders ran dry. They took out one more Harrier, but the rest were getting through, and Biscuit paid for it, getting into a turning fight with one of the British pilots, and losing, suffering a heavy hit that almost smashed his aircraft out of the sky, and sending shrapnel through him and his backseater, killing the backseater. There really was no winning at this point, Scotch was fine, but heading back into that pack was murder. The gift didn't help, four Phoenix missiles arrived on scene, and missed every single Harrier they were aimed at. The harriers overflew the base, dumping there iron and cluster bombs, obliterating the remaining aircraft on the ground, the hangars, barracks, fuel dump. We climbed out, hoping that they wouldn't pursue, since we no longer had a speed advantage. They didn't seem interested in us, so we tailed the AN-22, noting that the fires had been extinguished, making sure none of the UK jets continued at us. We learned a big lesson, going toe to toe with superior numbers in a dogfight is a bad idea. |