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#1 RCAF EF-101 with ''Lark One'' in the background. #2 RCAF 425Sqn ''Lark One'' retirement scheme. These are reworks schemes i made some times ago. Will release a V2.0 package soon with smoother skins/decals. As the original pack was one of my first skins :)

Only a good mother can love this one...

when will then be be now? Soon

Keeping with the F-32... a US show of force in the Black Sea.

Intercepting Vulcans. Live long and prosper.

I saw this video and I thought someone might like it or find it interesting. This is the first time I heard this story

I believe it's an F-14A

Sergent Simon 'Sid' Grace Escadrille C9 Epinal Caudron G4 2 confirmed victories 22nd December 1915 "So, how was your sojourn to Paris mon ami!" said Mondeme as Sid entered the mess. "Very enjoyable, how were your family?" responded Sid. "Oh they were fine, I was fed up with them after two hours and wanted to head back." exclaimed Mondeme. Sid laughed. It was good to be back he thought. After a few pleasantries with the others, including Capitaine Larsy, Sid was brought up to speed. Sorties had continued, thankfully without loss but the weather was worsening still and turning seriously wintery. That evening the snow started in earnest and didn't let up for the next four days. Despite the efforts of the ground crews, no flying was possible over the Christmas period. The festivities were heartfelt and included carols and a heartfelt rendition of Chant du Départ. A fine meal was had too, with a huge Goose, the centerpiece. Sid however, wanted to get back flying. On the 26th the ground was cleared enough to allow a reccie out to the lines. On the 27th, clear skies greeted the pilots although it was bitterly cold. The sortie was out towards Nancy and was passing peacefully enough until Sid spotted aircraft approaching them from higher up. It was a pair of Aviatiks and Sid didn't waste a moment. He went straight at them and as he passed underneath, Mondeme raked the underside of one of the enemy aircraft. The enemy split up and Sid's target turned to try and get back to the lines. Sid however had anticipated this and came across between the enemy and safety. Mondeme did his bit again and this time oily smoke started billowing from the stricken boche. He lost power and height and a final flurry from Mondeme as Sid pursued the Aviatik had him spiralling down into the ground on the French side of the lines. Capitaine Larsy, who'd been the other pilot on the sortie was able to confirm the victory meaning Sid now had three confirmations. Celebrations that night were heartfelt and long. It seemed an age since he's been in the air and now it was like he'd never been away. Further sorties including several bombing runs brought 1915 to a close. What would 1916 bring?

Got my laptop so I'm almost setup. I just need to figure out what I am going to do. I'm thinking of making a version of the F-14 from Top Gun 2 but I'm sure the one in the movie is a D and not an A. But then again I could make it whatever. Still not sure what unit to go over given the dearth of stuff for it. But I'll find something for sure. Or I'm open to suggestions as well given I can't figure out where to start.

Sergent Simon 'Sid' Grace Escadrille C9 Epinal Caudron G4 2 confirmed victories 21st December 1915 Sid had slept like a log and after a light breakfast and another bath, he went for a walk. The weather was worsening and getting seriously cold. He walked along the Seine and up towards the Trocadero and the Eiffel tower. The streets were full again with servicemen and shoppers. He decided to head over to the Cafe de la Paix for a spot of lunch. On reaching the restaurant he entered and was shown to a table. Having ordered some coffee he saw someone else enter. It was Nungesser, Sid waved and Nungesser saw him and came over. "Ahh bonjour Sid, comment allez-vous?" asked Nungesser. "I'm very well thank you Charles and you?" responded Sid. "I'm remarkably well considering." said Nungesser. "Considering what mon ami?" asked Sid, half knowing what the response was likely to be. "Being kept up half the night mon ami." responded Nungesser with that engrossing grin. Sid smiled. "How did you get on my dear fellow?" asked Nungesser. "It was a lovely evening, I've arranged to meet Sophie this evening." responded Sid. "Wow, you don't mess around do you. She does seem to be a touch of class." said Nungesser. "Well I have to head back to my Escadrille this afternoon mon ami. So shall we have some lunch here?" said Nungesser, taking a seat. "Of course, I'll walk you to the station later too " responded Sid. "Why thank you. Are you still intent on joining me at 65?" asked Nungesser. "I'd love to, I guess it depends on my CO of course, he's a good chap." responded Sid. "Well I'll get Capitaine Féquant to put in an official request." said Nungesser. The pair talked over a lovely lunch of Croque Monsieur washed down with some wine. Eventually however Nungesser had to take his leave. After picking up Nungesser's bag, the pair headed over to the train station. They shook hands, "Au revoir Sid, bon chance and stay safe. I'll write soon although hopefully Féquant will do his stuff." said Nungesser. "Au revoir Charles, you too mon ami." responded Sid as Nungesser boarded the train. Afterwards Sid went back to his hotel and went for a swim. The pool was lovely and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. As the evening approached Sid got himself ready. He was nervous but very excited. Thankfully he remembered the route to Sophie's and after picking up a bunch of flowers on the way, he was at the apartments. He rang the bell and after a few moments Sophie came to the door. On seeing Sid she smiled. "I'm just getting ready, do you want to come in?" said Sophie. Sid presented her with the flowers and followed her in to her apartment. The dwelling was sparsely decorated but definitely had some feminine touches. Sophie put the flowers in some water and invited Sid to take a seat. "I won't be long Sid." said Sophie, disappearing into her bedroom. Sid decided to stand and took a look out of the window. There wasn't much of a view, it looked out over a small courtyard towards more apartments. The chill near the window was considerable so Sid went and sat back down which was near the small stove which served as the main heating it appeared. After about 10 minutes, Sophie appeared. She looked beautiful, her peach coloured dress finished just past her knee and her hair was in a twirling set of curls. She put a creme coloured hat on and announced herself ready. "You look amazing." said Sid. Sophie smiled, "Thank you, you are as handsome as you were last night." she said. The pair left, "Where are we headed?" asked Sophie. "I thought we'd go and see a show and then some dinner?" responded Sid. "That sounds wonderful." said Sophie. Sid hailed a taxi and the pair headed into town. They ended up at the Vaudeville theatre watching a comedy performance. The performance was good but the highlight for Sid was when Sophie having laughed out loud at a particular joke, leaned into Sid and put her head on his shoulder. Once the show had ended the pair left and crossed over the road to La Petite Chaise, one of Paris's oldest restaurants. The pair were seated and ordered their food. They talked about their pasts. Sophie's family were still in Dijon although she'd not seen them since the war started. She had a younger sister, Daphne who was still at school. Her father worked as a tailor in Dijon although most of his work was now military. Sid explained his family were in Liverpool but he hadn't seen them since he joined the Légion. Sophie hesitated before the next question but eventually said it. Why had he had to join the Légion? Sid hesitated before answering but thought someone deserves to know the truth. He certainly wasn't ashamed of it and he'd rather it be with someone he actually wanted to tell. "We were in Liverpool town center and talking with my father's friends, some of whom were military types. The conversation got onto Ireland and the increasing tensions over there. One of the Officers, who seemed to delight in creating arguments, asked me a direct question, did I believe there should be home rule in Ireland? Well, I certainly wasn't going to lie and I'm no rabid fanatic, but I told the truth. I said yes I did, no more no less. Clearly the officer decided he didn't like the answer or that he didn't like me, as he left and arranged for my application to the Royal Engineers to be cancelled. The manager of my firm called me in a few days later and told me I'd brought dishonor to his firm and that my services were no longer needed. Finally I had an argument with my father. At that point I just decided I'd had enough. I left the next morning, leaving my mother a note, explaining. I had barely enough money to buy the fare to Hull where I caught the ferry to the Netherlands..... the rest.....as they say...is history." stated Sid. Sophie listened intently, then rose up. Sid thought she was about to walk out. She leant over the table and gave Sid a soft and loving embrace......"you poor thing." she said. The pair continued talking but Sophie brought her chair nearer Sid. "Do you never wonder about your family Sid?" asked Sophie. She'd meant the question in all innocence but there was something cutting about it. "When I first left, yes, when I first joined the Légion, definitely. But once the training got tough and I sorted my head out. My thoughts cleared, so maybe the question should be 'do they never wonder about me?'" said Sid. Sophie realised she'd dug a little too deep and seemed sheepish. Sid saw this and smiled, "I don't tell many people that Sophie, not even my CO in the Légion knew. Not because I'm embarrassed but that it simply doesn't matter anymore. It all seems so long ago now. I've pledged allegiance to France and right now, France needs me." said Sid, quietly. Sophie smiled and kissed Sid again. "Can I need you too?" she said as he drew close. "I was hoping you would say that Sophie. I'd like that very much." said Sid. The pair eventually finished and walked back to Sophie's apartment. "I'd invite you in Sid....." said Sophie. "I can wait Sophie, I have to leave early tomorrow to return to my escadrille. I very much want to see you again......if you want to." said Sid. "Of course I want to see you again." responded Sophie and the pair embraced deeply. Eventually they parted, "Please stay safe Simon..... please." said Sophie, pleadingly. "I'll do my best Sophie. Promise you will write." responded Sid. "I will, au revoir mon bel anglais." said Sophie. "Goodbye Sophie." responded Sid. Sid walked back to the hotel and slept well once more. In the morning he rose early and headed off to the station for the return journey. He was looking forward to getting back in the air again.

NEW TWO-SEATER SKINS Sandbagger will be posting the re-release of User Skins and Alternative Skins by Jerbear Mods on his page shortly. I didn’t plan these in conjunction with the new patch. I just serendipitously got the bug to do some more two-seaters and was just finishing them up when the announcement for the patch came up. This release is a little different. Instead of making a 7th skin pack, I used some space I had available in Pack 2 (In User Skins Mod). I added 45 two-seaters and one Albatros DIII early to Pack 2. I added 22 two-seaters to the already existing 16 in the Alternative pack. The other, previously done two-seaters are scattered in the other packs, 4 are in More User skins and 60 more are in pack 1, which is part of (User skins). So, you will need to download User Skins by jerbear and Alternative Skins by jerbear to get the new ones (and most of the old ones) If you have not downloaded More User Skkins by jerbear there are four more in that Mod. The skins in the Packs 1 and 2 fill gaps in the skins where units were left out and use the default skins and provide skins for ace AI pilots. One important new feature are new lozenge wings for the Rumpler which have lozenge fabric on the bottom as well as the top and with lozenges that I believe are closer to the correct size and orientation. jJust as an aside, the ace skins work well as personal skins. The Alternative skins have replacement skins for units and aces that had speculative unit markings that have been shown to be incorrect by more recent information (after 2011 or 2013) and tweaks to skins that weren’t checked before being released (bands that don’t connect properly, warped national insignia, Along with these are some personal skins. Each skin is explained in the ReadMe files for their Mod. More shots can be seen on SimHQ and the screen shot thread here Jerbear

The War Diary of Auguste Besson, Escadrille N.23, part 7. December began with poor weather that prevented us from flying. We took advantage of this break by working on our machines and making sure everything was in the best possible shape for continuing flight operations when the weather permitted them again. It rained and snowed a lot, but there were also some bright and beautiful days mixed in with the bad ones. However, the clear days were usually very cold and windy, which made flying our machines rather uncomfortable – there was a great demand for warm winter clothing. Fortunately I had been receiving regular deliveries of woollen clothes from my mother and sister and also Marie, so I was well prepared for the change in weather several weeks before it actually happened. In fact, I had so many extra pairs of woollen gloves that I was able to share them with the rest of the escadrille. I think it is impossible, or at least very difficult, for laymen to understand just how cold it can get in an open cockpit when you are flying at an altitude of 3000 metres with strong winds surrounding your whole body in freezing air! The greatest excitement we had in December was the visit by the commander of the Second Army, General Pétain, in the middle of the month. The front was quiet, so the general had time to tour his sector and make inspections of his forces and their positions, including the aerodromes of all the escadrilles attached to the Second Army. Pétain had a reputation as a demanding and competent general officer who was also interested in the well-being of the ordinary soldier – a trait that was unfortunately lacking in many other commanders. We were usually pretty relaxed about military formalities in our escadrille. There was no constant saluting or rigid protocols required by the commanding officer – after all, we all flew and lived together as a close-knit community. However, we could not receive an army commander in such fashion! So we practiced some drill and made sure our uniforms were in tip-top shape for the inspection. Since our men came from various regiments and brought their own uniforms with them, we were a rather colourful band of brothers – ”a d----d camp of gypsies” according to Captain de Beauchamp. The day of the general’s visit was marred by extremely bad weather, which alternated between rain and snowfall. Consequently the inspection of our parade formation and the awarding of decorations to deserving individuals by the general was performed in a shortened form. Then the general toured our facilities and inspected our machines. He seemed very interested in the Nieuport and asked several questions about the sesquiplane’s abilities and their best use in combat. General Pétain’s visit certainly left a positive impression on us and made us feel good about serving under a general who seemed genuinely interested in military aviation. I had been hoping to get some leave for Christmas and spend the holidays with my family in Cherbourg. Unfortunately it was not possible. Men who had been serving longer than me on the front took precedence in leave arrangements, and even they were not always so lucky. Overall, the whole system of getting leave was rather strict in our army, which I felt had a negative impact on the morale of the men. Fortunately one of our pilots, Jean Casale, Marquis de Montfort, a young nobleman from Corsica, had managed to acquire a crate of excellent Martell cognac for Christmas. We made sure these high quality spirits were not wasted during the holidays! We ended the year by flying a long patrol over the front, and succeeded in spotting a pair of boche Aviatik two-seaters that promptly turned tail and fled into a cloud formation. Despite our best efforts, we were unable to locate them again. Such unsatisfactory encounters were not rare during the dismal winter months. The year 1915 had been a challenging one for us. We had had some successes and had managed to build up our escadrille’s strength with new pilots and machines, but the general situation along the Western front, or on any front, was far from great. At best, it could be said that we were holding our own against the enemy. But victory seemed to be far away, and all hopes of the war coming to a speedy end had been frustrated by the failed offensives of the year. TO BE CONTINUED...

View File Canadair CL-13 Sabre F.Mk.6 SAAF 34 Canadair Sabre Mk.6 were sold to the South African Air Force and served from 1956 in no.1 and No. 2 Squadrons. In 1980 they were transfered to 85th Advanced Flyng School and were retired in 1984. WHAT'S IN: - 2 planes (due Tanks/Fake pilot camo paint) - 6 High Rez brand new skins (5 silver and 1 camo) - serial numbers, hangars, sounds CREDITS: - Zur: model - Ravenclaw: templates - Wrench: previous version - paulopanz: skins, decals etc INSTALL: - all in your main mod folder @enjoy Submitter paulopanz Submitted 02/19/2022 Category F-86  

Okay, so now I'm feeling it. This Thundechief is the Cats Meow for dropping sh*t and hauling a$$ outta the drop zone............................. Until you forget just how big the weapon is. But it sure is pretty to look at. Tanks off, let's go downhill Now, to any sane person, this scene right here should have been a clue as to the outcome of what I'm about to do. Obviously, sanity is not a strong family trait.......... The attempted roll-out, flash, shockwave, "Oh Sh*t", and bail-out were almost simultaneous........Next time, "must go faster"

Now that I remembered what day it is....I'd gone after this target with a B-52 flight and got shot down. Tried it with F-100's and just couldn't get past all the SAMS and fighters that seem to love that area. So today was the F-105's turn, and it was a nice clear morning to go and kill this Communications Facility. At about 25 miles, my wingman started yelling about SAM Launches, "enemy planes were detected in my area" and since between the two of us we had exactly 0 AA missiles, I'd had about enough of that nonsense, and this was close enough. About a minute later, I cut of communications to a significant portion of the country, ended the SAM & Mig threat, and other than some temporary flash blindness, had an uneventful ride home.

You gotta be sh*tting me!

Thunder in the Valley