Gatling Cannon : BRRRRRRRRT!
Pilot : I hate my job!
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Things Fighter Pilots Don't Say
Gatling Cannon : BRRRRRRRRT!
Pilot : I hate my job!
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That rates right up there with "MIGs in the Air" and one of those jet jockies saying I don't wanna go. Usually have to beat them off with a stick. You can't ALL go.
Last edited by Gunny; 09-21-2015 at 10:50 AM.
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke
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That and the AC-130 are simply two very scary planes!Originally Posted by Bilgerat
I have lost my mind. If found, please give it a snack and return it?
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Just Me
You give one of those jockey's the "go", and I sure as Hell am glad they're on MY side. All you got to do is pop smoke and they're white on rice. You got your choice, the F-14 has its wings open or closed. If they're closed, they're coming down on your ass like rain. If they're open, they're putting on the brakes to kick your ass. It's a lose/lose deal for the bad guys.
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke
Just Me
"Too many MIGs on my tail. I'm bugging out."
Good f-ing luck. More like "Only 5 MIGs on my tail and I got tow".
You'd think these sky jocks from other countries would learn a thing or two since 1940. One Immelman maneuver later and it's "I got 5 bogies in front of me. Request clearance to fire."
Last edited by Gunny; 09-23-2015 at 03:47 PM.
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke
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Reminds me of a WWII story I read years ago. Toward the end of the war in Europe, the fighter jocks weren't getting much Air-to-Air action... but every now and then, the Germans would send up some fighters to defend against Allied bombers and the American fighter escorts would have a field day. Fighter jocks live and breathe dogfighting, but usually had to entertain themselves by strafing ground targets.
One day the radios lit up with a report of 10 inbound Messerschmitts and all the Mustang pilots started looking around, trying to spot them so they could get a piece. One guy was away from the group and he was the one that reported it, and went at them with his six .50 cal guns blazing, assuming the rest of the fighters were coming right behind him - but he was solo : no one had seen him peel off from the escort flight. He was so busy and focused that he wouldn't answer all the frantic radio calls asking where the hell the Messerschmitts were and where they were fighting.
The solo pilot ripped into the German flight and ended up shooting 2 or 3 of them down while the German pilots were taken off guard by this suicidal Mustang pilot taking them on solo and chaos reigned in that section of the sky 20 miles away from the American flight. After everyone met up back at the base in England that night, he got a severe ration of shit for not responding to all the calls for the location. Instead of telling the truth that he was fighting for his life in a 1:10 shooting match, he sipped his beer and said :
"Sorry, boys. There just weren't enough Krauts to go around."
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