Anxiously I look to the right at the intervening ridgeline, and call the Americans. The E-3’s operator tells me that the enemy fighter is inside thirty nautical miles, to my right and hot. We duck into the mountain range, seeking cover from his radar. We skim over ridges and down river valleys, keeping the land between the Turkish fighter and us.
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“Bogey dope for 711.”
“711, Overlord. Bandit bears 255 for 25, angels medium, cold.”
We have lost him! He is heading south at a leisurely pace, returning to Turkey. We are free to finish the mission and are nearing the target.
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“Vasily, IP.”“Two, running in.”The SPO-15 suddenly lights up. Enemy air-defense radars? Here? I warn Vasily, and set up for a fast dash in to target. I pull out my binoculars and scan the area. It’s a convoy! I can see a convoy down the road from the train station. |
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They must have Shilka vehicles, or worse, perhaps the Tunguska combined system. I have no jammer. This must be quick. |
I’m in an easy nine-degree dive, with my SPO-15 emitting a steady tone. The ZSU, if that is what it is, has locked onto me. I cross my fingers, and mutter a quick prayer to Jesus. I will die quickly if I am in range; I am on a bomb run and cannot deviate. Perhaps it will help. My mother is Orthodox and believes in Christ, after all, though my Papa is a stern old Communist and does not. As for me, I am sure it cannot hurt, though I do not know exactly what I believe. The Americans often say that there are no atheists in foxholes, though. Perhaps they are right.
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