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“Sacha, SAM-launch, twelve o’clock!” |
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The HAWK has launched! I check my weapon panel, ensuring I’m back in YPC mode. One Kh-25 left. I designate the threat emitter, confident that this time the system will prioritize the SAM, hopefully over the Shilka that is also out there. |
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The Kh-25 drops off the pylon, and falls a few feet… |
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… before igniting and streaking away. |
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“I got him!” |
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I pull a hard, 9-g turn and fight to stay conscious, tightening my abdominal muscles as the instructors taught us in flight school. popping chaff/flare combos from my APP-50 dispenser. My warning system shouts “Maximum G!” as I roll in for a bomb attack. |
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I put the search radar under my pipper, switch into salvo mode, and drop a double PB-250 onto the SAM battery, jinking madly to avoid tracers streaming past my cockpit. |
“One, off to the southeast! Watch the triple-A, two, he’s next to the runway!”
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