mission 2 - we have our first ground attack mission. The enemy's armor is making a push north west and our job is to stop them in their tracks ( no pun intended). Freddy's with me again plus 2 more from our squadron. The USAF has joined the fight alongside their navy and marines so even more crowded skies with phantoms.
Whilst the rest of the squad will take an all rockets attack pack, ive gone for a mixed load of rockets and cluster munitions.
Another clear and hot day in the gulf, some of our boys are going as red as beetroots from the sun.
Anyway I digress.
Off we go,

the lads formed up around me
By the time we are formed up, both sides already have heavy hitters in the air

USAF

NAVY

Some heavy ordnance from the "dark side"

Even before we were anywhere near the target, on our radios we could hear the air battle quickly escalating

Pretty soon we heard what we were dreading, our allies first loss of the day

Quickly the fight turned into a "liverpool bar brawl"

The one advantage for us was like any good bar brawl, if we stayed down and "crawled under the tables" we could make it to the bar, and here we are giving those tanks a good rogering

myself pulling off target for the first run in. Lots of scrap metal from the tank battle as well as our contribution

freddy's second run
After 2 runs we turned tail and "got the hell out of dodge"
Above us and around us the fight continued


The dogfight and a lonely death of a mig

On the way back , someone took a pot shot at us but we all dived and evaded but not before my intestines did a backflip
At our debrief afterwards we learnt that the armor thrust had run out of steam ( the good news) however despite gain 3 to 4 to 1 kill ratios the phantoms lost pilots today. Made us all think of our families back home.
Oh well, in time honored brit. tradition,time for a brew up