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Paroni – Congratulations on your first confirmation! Seb – I hope the burra memsahib is on the mend. Love the new livery! And the most recent episode was brilliant. First of all, I am deeply in love with Monique so Theo had better watch out. Then it was time to get Simon sorted. It seems you have a good lot about you in St-Pol. I can't wait to see what is in store between "Squeak" and Simon. Hasse – Best wishes for Auguste in Matougues. It sounded like a horrendous move. Albrecht – I loved the episode with the two letters and the different voice that Jean-Fidele uses for his mother and for his godfather. I must also echo Seb Toombs on congratulating you for a beautifully written chapter. War Journal – Sergeant David Armstrong Hawkwood 4 Squadron, Royal Flying Corps Baizieux, France Part 5 Approaching the aerodrome over our local landmark I have been out more than three months now and have become quite used to this whole picture. There is flying about every other day now. The duty NCO hunts me down after dinner every evening to let me know what time I am to meet Mr Osborne at the sheds. I allow myself enough time to be up and washed, snatch a piece of toast and a cuppa in the mess, and enjoy a cigarette on my walk across the field. We now have lovely large canvas hangars called Bessonneaus. Each can house several machines. But one is not allowed to smoke in or about them, so I loiter about outside until I’ve done my smoke and then, if it is not too warm, I get partially kitted out for the flight. Lieutenant Osborne arrives about ten minutes before we are scheduled to lift off and tells me what orders we have. If it is a case of spotting for the guns, we use one of the two machines in the squadron that are fitted with the latest lightweight transmitters. That way we can still fly with an observer. Sometimes we are given a target on which to drop bombs, most commonly a Hun aerodrome east of Bapaume. Occasionally, our machines are given a single very large bomb, in which case only the pilot may go up. More often, we carry two or even four 20-pound bombs. In the past week, we have been over the lines three times and have been heavily Archied each time but have not seen a single enemy machine. On Thursday we had a football match, officers against other ranks. Sergeant-Major Parson was the referee. The ORs won 5-2, although the match was closer than the score might suggest. Captain Halahan stood out notably as an accomplished sportsman. Major Waldron authorised two days’ leave for me on Saturday and Sunday and I caught a ride into Amiens. Had a marvellous night’s sleep in a small hotel not far from the famous cathedral and found a restaurant down by the river that did up a tremendous feed of mussels and pommes frites. There was an embarrassing number of young women about, all of whom professed to be “varee lonely.” In better times my lack of judgement might have overwhelmed concerns for my health, but I had enjoyed a second bottle of chilled vin blanc all by myself and it took all my concentration to find my way back to my hotel and its virtuous bed! In the morning I found an English bookshop and bought a used copy of the Iliad just in case Major Waldron decides to surprise me with a quiz. Back to work. This morning (6 September) we did another artillery spotting run. The machine is rigged with the transmission key in the pilot’s cockpit so Lieutenant Osborne got to watch me in action. Did rather well, I think. We saw a large French Caudron machine with two engines pass by us down near the Somme – something new.

Anyone care to guess today's mission?

The scandal after the incident of Palmdale and the MightyMouse fiasco led to a rush to phase out these air to air rockets. In many cases, it was solved with new interceptors or replacing them with Falcon missiles in existing types, however a very sizeable fleet of F-86Ds was to remain in service for a while and then be passed on to ANG units. Many of those were refitted with new F-86F40 wings (please play along, I kept the tips out of frame) , new electronics, including capability to operate with SAGE, better engine and, most noticeably a new weapons set up, replacing the rocket tray with the cannon arrangement of the F-86Ks and adding Sidewinder missile rails. The redesignated F-86Ls would become the backbone of the ANG during much of the 1960s, with a few being deployed to Vietnam and Thailand to provide air defense against the odd raid and a good adversary to simulate MiG-17s on training.

Haha!!! Brilliant made me laugh out loud. I think Gallagher's rough and ready consequences be damned attitude is brilliant! These farmers from the colonies have a lot to teach us. Thank you too for the kind words about my latest instalment, and Monique!!!

Try this from the cockpit ini file : [CockpitSeat001] ModelName=F-35ACockpit Position=0.000,4.225,0.875....... tested position settings HideExternalNodeName=CockpitArea And from the data ini file : [AircraftData] CockpitCGOffset=FALSE EmptyMass=13290.0 ... ... ... Component[006]=LeftOuterWing Component[007]=RightOuterWing Component[008]=LeftVertTail Component[009]=RightVertTail Component[010]=NoShow1 [NoShow1] ParentComponentName=Fuselage ModelNodeName=CanopyFrame ShowFromCockpit=FALSE

Some real good stories in the making gents. Excellent reads! Seb, I wouldn’t know a man alive that would not fall for such a beautiful member of the female species. Absolutely stunning Amigo. Sgt. Elijah Gallagher. 8 RFC, Marieux. Sept. 1915 8 Squadron had transferred to their new home just outside Doullens the previous month. They had lost one more crew during the month. Gallagher and Colbey had set up home in a decent tent with a wood floor. A small stand between the cots with a lamp and a coat hanger they had fashioned out of scrap wood. “Home sweet home!” Gallagher had proclaimed. It didn’t take long to realize they had an unwanted guest. A rat! “Big as a hedge hog he is!” was Colbey’s description. One evening when Colbey came in from a flight, Gallagher was outside whittling on a piece of wood. “What you makin’ for the house now?” he had asked. Gallagher held up the wood he was whittling on. It looked like a “Y”. “This here, my friend, is a sling shot and I’m going to get that dammed rat!” Colbey laughed! “What ya gon do, pin he to the ground?! Gallagher laughed back at his friend, “Just you wait and see!” Two nights latter as they lay on their cots, Gallagher heard their visitor scurry over the wood floor. Gallagher put his finger to his lips for Colbey not to move. He eased up in the bed and took a rock from the 4 he had placed on the nightstand and put it in his slingshot. He was ready. When he saw the rat poke his head out from under one of the flight coats on the hanger he pulled back, aimed and let fly. SMACK! “Victory!” Exclaimed Colbey. “Victory my arse” replied Gallagher, “I killed the b@#tard dead as a door nail!” On Gallagher’s first flight from their new home he spotted his first Boche machine. It was only two specks in the distance while crossing the lines but it had to be the enemy or the Army was shooting at a friendly machine. “I was beginning to think there were no enemy machines in this war!” He thought. Flights were mostly Arty spotting. Archie was pretty lively here but Gallagher was used to it. The past week, he had been flying with a new leader who had transferred in. Lt. Sholto Douglas. The man was military to the bone. He had addressed Gallagher before their first flight. “Capt. Goon informs me you are a good pilot”. he had stated in a matter of fact way. “Thank you Sir” Gallagher had replied. “So how does a Yank pilot find himself flying here?” he asked in the same matter of fact way. Gallagher straightened his back and replied in the same matter of fact tone “A bit of a misunderstanding with a superior officer, I’m afraid.” Lt. Douglas laughed out loud, “Well then Sergeant, it seems we have a bit in common.” With that, the three machines left for the morning mission. Note: Lord Sholto Douglas transfered from the Artillery to the RFC after a disagreement with a superior officer.

Albrecht: how beautifully written absolutely delightful. Thank you! Hesse: I continue to very much enjoy the adventures of Auguste Besson. Paroni: I like your screenies! - I wonder if you are as fed up with the Morane as I am! So slow in climbing ... Raine: Superb - I'm enjoying the social comment in each chapter. This war, I think, changed so much of British society - more women at work - a slight move towards a more classless society that would find fulfilment after the Second World War. Maeran: Looking forward to this week's instalment - don't leave me hanging! ---------------------------- Flight Lieutenant Theodore Aloysius Andrews (AKA 'Runt) RNAS-1 St. Pol-sur-Mer Missions flown: 34 Hours: B.E.2c 37, Morane Saulnier 14 Claims confirmed:2 Claims Unconfirmed:2 August has whizzed by us at St.Pol-sur-Mer. With my promotion came a new aircraft and a number of different observers with who I have yet to make a firm bond. Sadly, Davies is now flying with the C.O. After his excellent shooting skills came to light the Boss nabbed him forwith for himself. Our only injuries to date have been one flying accident which hospitalised a couple of chaps for a few days. They were soon back laughing and joking about the excellent grub and the nurses. They are not the only ones to have had some success with the fairer sex, I too have met a quite delightful young lady. Davies and I, though not flying together have become, odd, but firm friends, and what's more, we've both taken to the local Dunkirk coffee like ducks to water. Our favorite coffee shop is 'Le P'tit Dupont' a charming family-run cafe that will often run to food if we are starving after a long day and fancy getting out of the mess. The owners, Monsieur and Madame Fountaine, are charming, attentive and friendly. But their daughter, perhaps a year or two younger than myself is beauty personified. She is called Monique. She and I have been secretly stepping out with one another for a couple of weeks now and it is bliss. She is absolutely stunning, awfully kind and speaks some English and Latin pretty well. With my French and Latin, we can talk about most things. Though I tend to make her laugh a lot when I'm attempting to speak French - which makes me blush terribly, which makes her laugh all the more. I don't mind, with her the war is very far away. Monique Fountaine However, it has not all been a bed of roses. Even worse than the Hun a chap I was a school with has been assigned to our squadron. Many of my schoolmates (being as we lived in Plymouth) joined the Navy, but few have found their way into the Royal Navy Air Service - a relief if I'm honest - as my school years were not the happiest years of my life. Simon Ackhart was in the year above me and was a shocking brag and bully who delighted in picking on me due to my size and slightly late development. To say I couldn't stand him would be an understatement. He joined the Navy before me and has been stationed at NAS Calshot since September 1914, flying among other things the Short Type 827 and thankfully until the 13th of August (a Friday) our paths had never crossed. I returned back from a long dawn patrol to find him sitting in the long hut we call the mess, smoking a cigar and holding court, eager chaps crowding around him as he boasted of his travels, experience and general prowess. On seeing me, limp into the mess with my stick for support, he yelled out with a huge ugly grin, "Squeak, what the hell you doing here! I thought the women folk weren't allowed anywhere near the front line." I was silent. "Grab me a cup of char Squeak, and some for the other chaps too - You'll at least make a good tea girl if you could lose your ruddy stick" Short Type 827 The mess at once went deadly quiet, the relaxed atmosphere changed in a heartbeat. It was Jefferson who acted first. He got right up close to Ackhart's face, and with a swipe removed the cigar from his smug lips. "Now then Old Boy, I don't think that is the way any of us want to speak to one another in here. Is it?" There was a deep menace behind the words. "You're new - we will make allowances - once. But we are sailors, we live as one, and, we fight as one. And that right there" he growled, pointing at me, "is Flight Lieutenant Theo Andrews. A damn fine pilot with two confirmed Hun planes to his name and a couple more probable - so you just watch yourself, my lad" The mess was silent as a pre-war night. Jefferson, having said his bit, stood slowly upright and stalked to his piano (we'd taken to calling it his) and started thumping on the keys. It was bawdy classic, "Three German officers crossed the Rhine" by the time we got to the chorus "Inky-dinky parlez-vous" the mess was in uproar singing and cheering. A couple of the chaps gathered around me, one lit me a cigarette and spoke up - "Tell us more Squeak!" ... Dawn Patrol A Hun we chased off The archie getting Hot The sheer beauty of the sky To be continued ...

I just put my dumb a$$ in front of his lucky nose right in the moment when he took off... It must have been the shortest intercept mission of the history Instead I should have escorted the Thunderchiefs... but you can see how it ended...

Have installed the updated version, yet I am still getting CTD's despite following recommended settings etc. I've tried disabling my AV, tried the game with no controllers installed, minimum graphics settings, you name it. I have included my Direct X info if anyone would like a look and see if anything is wrong. DxDiag.txt

Searching for Saddam convoy...

Lockheed F-104H Starfighters of Fliegerstaffel 17, Swiss Air Force, 1971

View File EF-101D Jammin VooDoo. What If... I have absolutely no idea what I am doing here... The true story behind Jammin VooDoo When USAF realized that maintaining expensive RF-101B become problematic for the budget they started to look for potential clients among allied forces. Imperial Iranian Air Force saw an opportunity in this. After closing the deal IIAF immediately asked the Israeli industry to prepare a possible package for 22 airframes. The deal covered the full conversion of existing airframes into electronic countermeasure fighters. RF-101B received ground mapping radar and sophisticated electronics. It was successfully used by IIAF in escort and SEAD missions until 1979. Soon before the revolution, Israel was afraid that Jammin Voodoo electronics will get into the wrong hands. Thanks to diplomatic efforts Heyl Ha'Avir acquired all 22 airframes. Jammin VooDoo stayed in Israel until 1983 where it served in 253 Tayeset as an experimental ECM detachment. In 1983 due to huge expenses with old airframes, EF-101 was sold back to the USA. All aircraft were sent to two National Guard squadrons where they served for 4 more years in "wild Weasel" detachments. In 2380 due to a temporal anomaly, USS Titan was sent into 1988. On secret assignment, all 22 aircraft were beamed into the cargo bay where airframes were scrapped and electronics were used to create a time beacon. Basic modding skills are required t run this mod. credits: RF-101B by erikgen pylons from great Nyghtfal A-4 pack converted to use with Jammin VooDoo. ALQ and AGM-45 by Ravenclav. skins,ini etc..me Have fun Jarek H. Submitter yakarov79 Submitted 01/23/2022 Category What If Hangar  

Perhaps the point is, if you’re nuked, you’re nuked? Recall from my RAF training* that one could expect the following sequence from a nuclear detonation: flash; heat/radiation; blast. Given that the Bang would arrive with the blast, by then one was already well and truly fried and thus rather disinterested in any resulting noise.** Cheers Stay Well Mike *our RAF Regiment training sgt at Cranwell (1976/77) had an endearing habit of referring to the phenomenon as “The Nuclear Holy-Cost”. ** unofficial RAF SOP in the event of detecting a nuclear detonation: “place one’s head between one’s knees, and kiss one’s a*se goodbye”.

With all the recent additions to this venerable sim by OBD, along with BB's excellent cloud mod, I'm gradually falling back in love with WOFF. For some reason I thought I still had my custom preload file running, but it turns out I did not! I've updated it to include the newly added cloud.dds files. If anyone is curious to try it, it's here... https://drive.google.com/file/d/1eGe4ZaKYw24a6TofBHgUNmYB3jEFCYWd/view?usp=sharing I believe it adds a further degree of smoothness to the performance the SIM, and compliments BB's cloud mod quite well I think, possibly reducing cloud popping even further (although it does nothing to help with the occasional patterning from the darker clouds). Mission load times are a little longer, and you need to have a decent amount of RAM installed in your PC. Your mileage may vary. Simply rename the existing preload.xml and copy my replacement file in its place here: C:\OBDSoftware\WOFF\OBDWW1 Over Flanders Fields\preload.xml

By Coupie Ahemm err mhmmm another two weeks ? LOL https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKnZb4jljoQ&t=7s

two weeks

MiG-23 Kubinka late 1970ies

MiG-21SM is flying along the coastline of the Kuril Islands.

Pair of MiG-21SM flying along the coastline of the Kuril Islands.