‘The F-15 is in a tough spot, no doubt, and he can’t separate against a Flanker. His only option is to fight until he kills the Flanker or a wingman shows up and saves the day.
‘Step 1 – see that yellow button with the black stripes I’ve circled? It reads “Emer Jett.” The Eagle Driver hits that button. If he’s out of missiles, the pylons and launchers under the wings are just weighing him down and creating drag. The Emer Jett button will blow every cart on the airplane, leaving the mighty-mighty Eagle a lean, clean, gun-killing machine. The Flanker won’t know what hit him: first, he’ll see sh*t falling off the Eagle and wonder if there’s combat damage or an ejection about to happen.
‘Then, as the Eagle driver defends against IR missiles and min-ranges radar missiles, the Flanker will realize he’s losing the fight. “How is this possible?” he asks himself as he trades in all his smash to pull the Eagle in front of his 3/9 as he attempts one last Archer that the Eagle flares off. And now he’s jinking in front of the best air-to-air gun platform ever fielded, flown by a single-mission pilot who is a PhD at finishing this particular fight.
‘As the 20mm HEI rounds start pounding thru his speed-brake and wreaking carnage inside his jet, it’s up to him. Does he bow to the inevitable and eject, or does he stick it out until the Eagle-driver walks the pipper up to the canopy and watches the RATR pop up just as the plexiglass shatters and the Flanker-driver’s last sight is his heart being blown out of his chest and splattering across the instrument panel (I borrowed that particular visual).
..."Anyway, that's what I would have done if I wasn't immediately shot out of the sky by a consolidated Russian air defense system that has prepared months in advance for this exact situation because we advertised what weapons we are handing to Ukraine well in advance."
Is anybody else just kinda... sad about this? I was annoyed for a bit, but then I finished the article and just felt kinda bad for the guy. Like, did the journalist just catch this dude on a lunch break and was describing the daydream he just had? I feel like laughing at a person who is overcome with delusion is kind of in bad taste, but then I guess this guy is a fucking American pilot who would probably feel no emotion whatsoever about bombing thousands of civilians.
"we shifted from directly airstriking Gaza every day multiple times, each time killing tens or even hundreds of civilians, to airstriking a little less. also, we're totally content to let half a million of them slowly starve to death, but if you really think about it, that's not really our fault. they could go farming or fishing or something. in winter. well, they'd have to fix the fields that we've burned and bombed and trampled over... and, uh, hope for rain, because we've poured concrete into every well we can find..."