Whiskey and Gunslinger's saga continues.......
Now naming this one " Phantoms Over Phuc Yen"
As Whiskey 01 makes for a turn into the SAM radar to reduce cross-section - the radio comes to life....
"Guideline! Guideline! Jim, we have a LAUNCH!"
"Confirm Whiskey - Gunslinger 02 reading positive SAM Launch light at this time, no joy."
"Where is it, dammit!!? Whiskey 01 to all birds, anyone got eyes on the 'pole?"
"Negatory from Gunslinger, 01. no joy on the 'pole, but all indicators reading positive launch....."
"Whiskey 01, this is 02!. Coming up fast at 8:00 on your quarter, prepare to break!..... BREAK NOW!! Barrel Roll, Jimboy!!"
The long whitish-colored missile streaks under the lead Phantom as it tries vainly to keep up with a turn and altitude change in the same sector of sky. The tiny tail fins cannot guide the missile rapidly enough and it loses lock-on, coasting out towards the jungle canopy before self-destructing 400 or so yards away from the Whiskey flight.
Jim's hands shake as he moves the throttle detente back from Max A/B. Another radio call... " ahhh Whiskey 01, this is Gunslinger. you are dead on for the approaching MiG - do you intend to engage? Come on, Jimboy - snap out of it! Get your jet back into this fight, we got a long way to go before we're back at Udorn tonight, buddy!"
Jim shakes his head, Gunslinger's right - it's a long way home, now.
Hold it together, old boy. "ahh Roger, Gunslinger, we are 5 by 5 on the rollout, angels 1.5 and closing at speed of heat on the MiG - intend to blow below and roll back on target to get the cameras working again. Cover me."
"Roger." Gunslinger knew that Whiskey 01 was back in the fight - for now.
They should never send a rookie up here - Air Ops should know better. Well, if this one made it through today's hop, he might just pan out, yet.
"Iron Guard, Red Crown, this is Gunslinger on Button 2. Let the boys at Air Ops Udorn and 7th Fleet know, those Guidelines are operational - repeat, OPERATIONAL".
"Roger Gunslinger. We have Sandy 01 and Mother Hen up on Guard if needed."
Thanks a lot. Just what we need, forget any reinforcements , but we'll come scoop your a$$ outta the jungle if you get shot down.
"Roger." The terse reply from Gunslinger echoes over the airwaves..........
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Jackson's lead flight went to dash throttle to zoom to the deck from high altitude. This resulted in a missile coming off the rails. SAM defense roll made the US flight go into SAM avoidance, placing it right in the line of approach of the incoming MiG flight, while burning up half of the phantom's MPs. the SAM attack now at a -3 DRM missed wide of the mark, spiraling out into the rough terrain on the other side of the RR tracks.
Now we get to see where all the Phantoms end up before the MiGs come in to clean up after the SA-2 scared the shitte outta a few spooky-drivers.