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Russian Sukhoi Su-25 hit most likely by MANPADS maybe FIM-92 Stinger make it back home to it's Air Base with one engine Look at the damage made by the missile to the engine and the rudder, this remind me of the Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II. But this is worse Also during Operation Iraqi Freedom this A-10 it was hit by an Iraqi missile in the right engine. The A-10 made it back to the base safely.

After some tweaking got the Rafale F3R a bit better than the original setup. It flies nice and haven't trapped on it yet but it's growing a little bit on me..

You should adjust the direction of flare ejection. The MiG-29 is shooting the flares upward and not downward. So the flares are falling behind the jet engine exhausts and cover them. here are the lines: [Flare_Station1] SystemType=DECOY_DISPENSER EjectPosition= -1.669,-2.648,0.707 EjectVelocity= 0.0,-1.0,15.0 NumFlare=120 [Flare_Station2] SystemType=DECOY_DISPENSER EjectPosition= 1.675,-2.648,0.707 EjectVelocity= 0.0,1.0,15.0 NumFlare=120 and so it looks in game:

What an extremely brave lady she is. Russia needs more heroes like her.

Is that a PL-15 or R-77M? Quick repaint and it's the (nearly) perfect stand in

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.

A picture of better days: The mighty An-124 looks tiny in contrast to the majestic An-225 Mrija.

View File F-16 Ukrainian Air Force This is an standalone F-16 as If Ukraine recieved them starting in 2022. Is based on the Viper Team F-16C Blk25/30 and is basically a repaint with some DATA inis and added the Lightning pod, I added the original readme down there, please read it and pay respects to them. Skin and DATA edition by AngelP. Kudos to him!! Enjoy! F-16C Blk25/30 By the Viper Team. Pit by ravenclaw. (A master piece and you haven't seen nuttin' yet.) Models by bpao, modified highly by Jat and ravenclaw. (You guys are one hell of a team) Skins templates by Migbuster (Went back and made even higher res skins...because he could) MFD panel glass by Stary (Did you know he does terrains and clouds too?) Units skins by Dave and Jat (I think Jat did like 4 and I did the other 70 or so) lol Weapons by ravenclaw and GrinchWSLG (Masters of disaster) Technical adviser, Sony Tuckson (If we got it wrong he cracked the whip!) Avionics by Jat and Crusader (You cant get anything past Crusader, the best MK1 eyeball in SF) To install: Drop into your C:\Users\xxxxxx\Saved Games\ThirdWire\StrikeFighters XXXXX This project started with a little mod here and there to make the Vipers more modern. FastCargo started the PM thread on 28 Jul 2011 and here we are 10 months later we have this. This mod is dedicated to Oli (bpao) he started us on this journey and I hope, I really hope, we lived up to his expectations. Submitter Stratos Submitted 03/15/2022 Category What If Hangar  

That´s for sure! Hats off!!!!

Now available to download.

We'll look into it, thanks for reporting.

Hasse – Auguste is settling in for a long fight. At least now he has the right machine for the job! TWK – Welcome back to Ailbe. He gave that Nieuport a nasty shock. Meanwhile, David Hawkwood's long-awaited leave comes to an abrupt end… War Journal – 2nd Lieutenant David Armstrong Hawkwood 23 Squadron, Royal Flying Corps Izel-lès-Hameau, France Part 13 No.1 Savile Row, formerly simply Hawkes & Co, taken in December 2021. Right enough, I was able to enjoy breakfast in London. My train from Folkestone deposited me at Charing Cross, from whence I hailed a cab to Euston station. There I had time to wire home the news that I was back in England and enjoy a cup of tea with some eggs and black pudding before catching the train for home. The station at Tring is a distance from the centre of town and I was braced for a long walk. To my surprise and delight, however, my old friend Eddie Bristow’s father picked me up in his Austin and drove me directly to my parents’ home. Eddie, he was proud to tell me, was serving on board the cruiser HMS Southampton. We chatted all the way and Mr Bristow certainly seemed to have forgiven me for commandeering that Bentley from his garage when I was younger. Mum and Dad’s toyshop was ever the same, except that the window display fairly sang “Rule Britannia.” Tin soldiers in khaki advanced through a papier-mâché landscape of shell holes and ruined cardboard buildings whist a clockwork Zeppelin dangled overhead beside a tin biplane of dubious manufacture. An incongruous China doll in a Red Cross uniform stood at one side surveying the scene. I knocked at the door and heard my father shout to my mother as he scampered down the stairs from the family apartment. Seldom free with his emotions, Dad gave me a bearhug that fairly lifted me off the pavement. The next few days were taken up with eating and sleeping. I expected countless silly questions about shooting Huns down in flames. They did not come. Instead, both my parents enquired sensitively but firmly that I tell them the plain truth about life in France. So I did. Lucky for me that I had experienced few really terrifying moments – once I’d seen enough Archie to get used to the fellow. My mother was particularly pleased at how quickly I had run away from the only Fokkers I had encountered. Dad took me to the pub the second evening home and suggested that I mix bluff and manly understatement with the odd bald-faced lie about chasing the Kaiser’s aeroplanes all over the sky! Thus emboldened, I wove a wonderful tale about dropping spies in darkest Hunland and fighting my way back against Boelke himself. A telegram arrived with a direction to report on 12 March to GHQ Royal Flying Corps at the Hotel Cecil in London, where further orders awaited me. I’d been home only three days and was more than mildly annoyed at this interruption to my leave. Mum and Dad were even more upset but put a brave face on it. Mum even insisted that I pack up all my kit and bring it with me “just in case.” On the morning of 12 March, Mr Bristow again drove me to the station along with Mum. It was a heartrending departure and I promised her that I would send her a telegram to let her know when I’d be back. I took a cab to Charing Cross, where I checked away my kit and, after scoffing a tea and sausage roll at a tearoom in the Strand, I reported to the Hotel Cecil. There I received orders to report to 23 Squadron at Saint-Omer, France, on 15 March. The captain who gave me my orders listened patiently while I protested that I had served nine months in France without receiving any leave and now was directed back to France after barely half a week at home. It took a great deal of fortitude not to start blubbering. The captain was genuinely sympathetic and said he would personally take my case higher. For the time being, however, there was nothing for it but to prepare to return to France. I enquired about my new Squadron and was told that it was equipped with the newer FE2s. At least this was good news. I wired my parents about my situation and found a room at the Strand Palace. From there I made my way to Cox & Co, bankers to the Royal Flying Corps. There was an account already made in my name with my first month’s pay as an officer and £60 on top of that as a uniform allowance. It had completely skipped my mind that I needed to get properly kitted out. I had with me a letter from Major Todd to his tailor at Hawkes & Co on Savile Row. I entered this shop – although the term seemed to lack the dignity appropriate to this establishment – nervously. The walls by the entrance were covered with photographs and etchings of the famous and royal personages they had uniformed. An immaculately dressed gentleman enquired after my needs and I presented the letter. He read it and beamed a welcoming smile. “Come in, sir,” he said. “I shall send for a cup of tea, and we shall begin immediately to measure you.” He cast his eyes over my hand-me-down tunic while I explained its origins. I also explained that I needed to be on a train the day after tomorrow. The gentleman told me they would have one complete uniform ready by late the following afternoon. Everything else would be sent onto my squadron. I could settle my account on my next leave. These fine people had more confidence in my future than I. Then he began itemising my needs: tunics, RFC standard pattern (not the maternity jacket), 2; breeches, Bedford cord, 2 pair (fawn rather than khaki – my choice); trousers, khaki, 1 pair; belt, Sam Brown, with brace, 1 complete; puttees, 2 pair. We discussed the trend that was newly emerging to move rank insignia to the shoulder straps. As this was not yet official, I opted to retain rank insignia on the tunic cuffs. But I preferred the shorter British Warm to the official RFC greatcoat, which I had seldom seen in use. I enjoyed the process and especially enjoyed the tea, which was accompanied by a small glass of brandy. There was a bit of a fuss about getting my British Warm; the fine gentlemen of Hawkes & Co did not want me to leave improperly dressed in my sergeant’s greatcoat. A coat that was nearly finished was brought for me to try on and was altered while I waited. The sergeant’s greatcoat was packaged and sent to my home for safekeeping. By the time I left London on the morning of 14 March, I was a proper officer. I strutted to the station, gleefully returning salutes the whole way!

First thing I did was move the bottom Start menu to the left where it is supposed to be.

x6 B-61s on target....

Trying out the B83 at the sea...

Viggen Sunrise

uploaded waiting for approval, remember it's beta

Hope 2023 will be a better year for Ukraine.

I was fine-tuning these skins

Sit-report of China vs Vietnam terrain: City coast tiles reworked with smaller waves now. I think it looks better. And so it looks from higher flight level. In the right lower corner you see one original tile from Green Hell 3.5

First attempts to make coast tiles. The buildings are TOD made, taken from Starys Green hell 3.5. The water and the port are new. I'm not really happy with it yet. But it is only a first step of a very long way.

The jungle. Tiles size is 1024x1024 pixel, merged from tiles of Starys Green Hell 3.5. TOD trees are completly taken from Green Hell 3.5

Grumman F-111B Bobcat - VF-1 'Wolfpack', USN, 1977

Grumman F-111B Bobcat - 178th Fighter Interceptor Squadron, North Dakota ANG, 1976