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To give the Baltic States an own air defence capability Sweden handed over a couple of surplus SAAB JAS-39C. Here the latvian Gripen, and a pair of estonian and lithuanian Gripen over the Baltic Sea.

I got all the WAPJ volumes after they were published, got them from various airshows over a period of time, all brand new from £3 to £6 each.. Same with the Wings of Fame series really apart from the hardback one( Which was also my first one ) which was a gift from my sister.....she found it in a charity shop for £1 , the rest were from shows around £4 each..... I got really lucky with the IAPR volumes, found them on ebay (15 volumes ) for £20 delivered, still need to get the rest but I've not seen any in my price range....yet. I've always been a bookworm & spent silly amounts of money on whatever I've been intrested in at the time, be it American cars, trucks, military vehicles......the list goes on & on only to sell them all ridiculously cheap when my intrests changed.........I wont be doing that again.. I only have 50-100 pdf type books, mainly flight manuals & stuff like that, cant beat real paper in your hands.. You can NEVER have too many books.

Is it just me ? What are your main areas of intrest? What does your collection say about you ? As I have about another 70-100 in boxes in my loft my collection says I need more space.....

Fatastic old photos of aircraft, ships etc. They look as if they were taken yesterday. https://www.flickr.com/photos/8270787@N07/

Uploaded the German Super Hornets. Should now be it's own mod rather than being part of the Super Hornet Pack.

Super Hornet Pack v5.2 - Removed the German Super Hornets, as Germany went with the F-35

Guys,all I did was use someone else's decals and Eric's amazing Superbugs.....feel free to do whatever you want with it and post it wherever you want , no need to credit me . Nice to give something back to all you REAL modders !

Now available to download.

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

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!

Risky medium level CAP......

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..

x6 B-61s on target....

Summer 2022. Poland offers their original german MiG-29G to Estonia.

Hope 2023 will be a better year for Ukraine.

Junkers Ju-87T 'Fischadler' - Marineflieger 2, Kreigsmarine, 1942

Mirage F1BE Early is uploaded and waits for approval. Enjoy The preview :

Mirage F1BE Late is uploaded and waits for approval. The usual preview by Coupi :

To celebrate 2022 We release the Mirage F1CE Late. Available soon. Happy new year from the Mirage F1 Team. The preview :

The Mirage F1CE v2.9 is uploaded. This is an early version (1975-1991). The Late version will follow. The preview by Coupi :