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I release APP-50 combined chaff-flare cartridges and push the aircraft vertical, my throttles against their stops. Green tracers spray beneath me.

“One off to the southeast! They knew we were coming!”

“Nyet, Sacha, I think they were just in the right place at the right time. I see him. Two in hot.” Vasily rolled in, looking for the gun. “Rockets away!”

And the Su-25s also saw our tormentors. “Viper leader, I have the target.”

“Missile away!”

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