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No. Its a completly new terrain. It comes with a complete tileset, so that you can use it if you have only SF2E or SF2I. This is the Planning Map: The terrain covers the northern part of Vietnam, the chinese island of Hainan and the chinese vietnamese borderland. The progress is slow, because i'm working now on the placement of the TOD objects (trees, houses) on the map. We have now a nice tool for this job (Thanks to Mue!!!!), but it is still time consuming. Progress is slow but steady. And now the terrain begins to look a little bit more realistic.

Also fixed the targeting pod station to accept the Sniper XR targeting pod. It will be included (I don't know who made it but whoever did it's included in the pack for future release) and the original ATFLIR will be still included just in case.

"Sorry bout that"

AdA Mirage F1C launching Super 530F at high alt

could be but to be sure we should have a picture from the side

Over the chinese-vietnamese boderland.

And got the decals placed. The problem? The deployment doesn't give much info about what squadron uses what plane, so for now it's 9th Squadron, which operates C/D planes,, but given that they'll replace them with E/Fs I''ll go with that for now. As for numbers I got them placed right compared to the photo that GKABS sent me in his PM. That's it. Down the road I will add the numbers as they come out. Anyway here's the placement compared to the photo:

'Took a bit of damage Lead. Can you look me over for leaks?'

I have been saying for years the cold war never ended and that the red scourge was still out there. We are witnessing "Red Dawn 1985" real life. Its ironic that those who taught the germans a lesson in 42 are now learning that lesson themselves and that's as far as I will go without getting political. Has the clock ever been this close to midnight (Iron maiden song rings in my head) Seems it hasn't been updated since this all started but it was already short before all this. (shakes head) It is insane, criminal, and very sad. Bless those behind the lines and those poor people and furry family members in the crossfire.

Mustang MK III

Kuwait WIP. I need to position the numbers but I think it's coming along okay:

Some of my pics

For sure, Mk83s with conical fins. In the A-6E SWIP era a typical load was 10, like in the photo. Although that may be pre-SWIP because on the presence of A-7Es on either side of the Intruder. Either way, the load is 10 Mk83s with conical fins. And we did not have TERs in my squadron (VA-35) during either of my deployments in the 1990s.

Oddly, I could not find many more pictures of this load setup. In fact I found just 1. Judging by the length of the bombs, I would say those are Mk.83 indeed. I have already editted the wonderful MER created by Ravenclaw to allow such setup as per my needs. Just needed to be sure of the type of bomb.

Hasse – Verdun! Visited the place in 2018. Nowhere else on earth feels as haunted. Good luck in the coming fight. Maeran – Delighted you are on the mend after a rough time. It is a joy to have you back and no longer a “superfluous clerk.” Seb – Absolutely gutted at Runt’s demise. Watching the video, I can absolutely understand how easy it was to push that extra second to empty a 47-round drum. Please regroup and hurry back. Albrecht – A rough homecoming of sorts for Jean-Fidele in Le Havre. And then to reject poor Therese. You can feel his life outside the squadron emptying out. At least he had Aldric to turn to. You did a marvellous job at tying up the loose ends of Seb’s story about Monique. War Journal – Second Lieutenant David Armstrong Hawkwood 4 Squadron, Royal Flying Corps Marieux, France (currently on leave) Part 12 On the first couple of days in March, winter flailed us with sleet and snow and piercing winds. Nonetheless, we flew our patrols from Arras down to Albert and spotted for the guns. Then the orders switched to reconnaissance, or “recco” as it is casually termed. Up through Monday, 6 March, life followed its usual routines. Then on that day, after we returned from yet another spotting show, the duty corporal informed me that I was to report to Major Todd as soon as I had cleaned up and eaten breakfast. I announced myself at the squadron office and the RO motioned for me to come around the counter and report to the Major’s office. The office was simply a desk in the corner separated from the rest of the room by low partition. The CO straightened in his seat as I saluted in the “doorway.” “Come in, come in,” he said and pointed to an empty chair. “I have some news for you.” He looked at me intently and then the ends of his moustache turned up as he smiled. “How long has it been since you arrived in France?” “Nine months, sir,” I replied. “Well then, you should likely have had at least two leaves in that period. Most of our officers get ten to fourteen days of leave after three months at the front. The system has not been kind to you.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I might have missed out on some leave, but I have managed to avoid the nastier types of Huns at least. And I have been blessed with an outstanding observer in Mr Clapp.” “Very well said,” the major remarked. “Still, it’s time that the Royal Flying Corps gave you what is due. I have here your travel warrants and papers for your leave over the next fourteen days. Captain Palmer will ensure your pay is brought up-to-date as you will miss pay parade. And since you have no further patrols today, you are free to leave immediately if you wish. I will have a driver take you in my motor to the station in Doullens. There is a train to Boulogne at one o’clock. You could be enjoying breakfast in London by morning.” I found myself grinning like a fool and spluttering thanks. “Oh, and there’s one more thing,” said the Major. “Tomorrow’s Supplement to the London Gazette will confirm the commissioning of one David Armstrong Hawkwood as a second lieutenant in the Royal Flying Corps with effect from today’s date. Please allow me to be the first to congratulate you, Mr Hawkwood.” With that, the splendid gentleman rose from his seat and extended a hand. The handshake over, he called for Captain Palmer, the recording officer, to bring three glasses and he produced a bottle of Bell’s finest. He proposed a toast. “I’m something of a renegade in my family. All the other men are Royal Navy and here am I. So here’s the old Navy toast – ‘To a bloody war and quick promotion!’” I scarcely had a chance to talk to Ned over at the B Flight sheds before I had to pack my kit. I arrived back at our hut in time to meet again with the duty corporal who had a package for me. “It is a spare uniform from poor Mr Morgan’s hut. Major Todd thought you were about the same size and said that you should travel as an officer.” I had scarcely met Lieutenant Morgan. He had lasted less than a fortnight. I mumbled my thanks. “He also instructed me to have you consolidate any kit you are not travelling with, as there is a good chance that you will be posted to another squadron at the end of your leave. We’ll want to send everything along to you if that happens.” When the duty corporal left, I unwrapped the folded breeches and tunic. The tunic was a standard RFC “maternity jacket”. There was a Sam Browne belt as well, which required a fair bit of adjustment to fit properly. I retained my own field boots and putties. Thus, clad in a dead man’s clothes and with my NCO’s greatcoat over my officer’s tunic, I took my valise over to the Major’s car, where the driver put my kit in the front seat and held the rear door open. I was headed for a new life. But first, I was headed home.

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Flight Lieutenant Theodore Aloysius Andrews aka 'Runt' DSC HQ Sqn 1 Wing RNAS in Flanders St. Pol-Sur-Mer Part 18 (Jan 13th- Feb 16th 1916) The second half of January and the beginning of February was a hard month for flying. Patrols were mostly over enemy lines and we were often called to bomb or reconnoitre troop positions, the flying was long, cold and hard. I had two very near misses with death in January and one in February; all will long remain in my memory. The first of these was when we pounced on three Aviatik Cs we spotted while escorting Rodrick Dallas on a recon flight. After separating the threesome and scoring some great hits, I dived on one from above only to be hit by the observer’s accurate fire. My engine took the brunt of the damage but my goggles started filling with blood. Feeling faint from my wounds I pointed the trusty Babe home, and gratefully managed to put her down by an allied observation balloon. I passed out in the cockpit and came to in hospital where I spent six days. On one of those days, passing in and out of consciousness I was visited, I think, by Monique. It may have been a dream of course I was pumped full of morphine … but I am sure, I think she held my hand and prayed. Monique was once again in my thoughts and on my heart. This was hard, after battling for so long to free myself from the yoke of her affections. A near-death experience A long patrol over enemy lines was my first flight back. After an hour in the air while over the lines we spotted a solitary Fokker beneath us - it turned out to be an EIII - B flight was four strong but the little Fokker put up a heroic fight against us, bravely weaving and climbing. A number of times he floated down to Earth falling like a leaf only to snap out of the dive at the last possible moment and ready to fight. While attempting to fight, fly and dance with the enemy Tubby Granger’s Nieuport 10 and my Babe had a collision. I'm not entirely sure what happened, I felt my wheels connect with something, and saw Tubby struggling to fly. I seemed unharmed and Tubby flew west to safety. Plucky German flyer We dispatched the Fokker and returned home expecting to find Tubby at his usual place at the bar ... he didn’t return home. He had landed our side of the lines but was dead with a huge wound in his head - more than likely caused by my careless undercarriage. I am beyond devastated to have caused the death of this fine young man. I can see him smiling waving, enjoying life, loving flying, eager to take the battle to the Hun - only to die beneath my damned wheels. Of course, I say young, he was three years older than me, but 5 months behind me in combat and that’s where my appreciation of age comes from nowadays. The first two weeks of February were quiet - flying patrols, recon and escorting Dallas as well as fighting some lousy weather. I had a third and final close call this morning. Over Ghistelles airfield I spotted a lone EIII. I engaged and forced it to crash into some nearby trees. As I climbed I spotted two other Fokker who pounced on me! I couldn’t see anyone from the squadron and felt utterly alone. I fired a few shots but they were all over me. I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and I dived for home. I was hit a number of times and the port-wing of my Nieuport sheered away in the dive. I thought I was as doomed as Tubby Granger - and would soon be able to give him my personal apologies at St. Peter’s Gates. But by nursing the stick and rudder I was able to flee in a straight line for home. The Fokkers gave a half-hearted pursuit and left me alone as I crossed our lines. I prayed all the way to the nearest airfield and gently, oh so gently, put her down. My 13th victory I am haunted at night with thoughts of Tubby’s death and Monique's face, I am sure I have seen her once or twice around the airfield, I’ve smelt her sweet perfume and perhaps out the corner of my eye as if in mist, spotted her talking to a French pilot … I can’t be sure and I daren't investigate. The CO has noticed the strain around my eyes and the slight quiver in my arm when I hold my cane to walk and has awarded me two weeks home leave. I will be back the first week of March. Damaged port-wing but safe To be continued …