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73mm Rocket is completed.

Hopefully I can find time to finish these off by the end of summer..

I fixed the texture and working on the data file for the rocket.

Kirowskoje Airbase at Crimean peninsula. I dont know, why the Soviets very seldom built hangars and hardened aircraft shelters at their bases at the Crimean peninsula. Giant airfields, but less protection for the planes. Strange. Only one base is to be built and then i will release the second Beta.

Dschankoj Airbase finished.

Dear Pilots and Tankers! Today’s DD gives you a glimpse of the gorgeous scenes that are possible with the new Normandy map which is rapidly nearing completion and we give you a sneak peak at the progress on the Churchill Mk.IV exterior and interior. Below are some recent screens I’ve taken with each of the aircraft built specifically for Battle of Normandy including the AI piloted B-26. Of course, all of these planes can be flown alongside your own or against in any title in the series. This really is our most detailed and complex map we’ve ever made and pushes our current map technology to its limit. It will provide countless hours of great missions and historical re-enactments of this pivotal battle and theater of the war. We think you’ll like it. Below are some very WIP images of the Churchill Mk.IV tank coming to Great Battles. As you can see the interior is NOT textured completely, but you can tell that our friends at DigitalForms have once again done an amazing modeling job! It’s another very busy summer for us. Stay tuned! Enjoy!

The Tommy Corsair

Another routine mission...

Ladies and gentleman, it is a pleasure to present to you the F/A-18EA Argentinian Hornet...

i am too ! i give and transcribe songs for people 100 fold.... i guess its just how it is . any who... thank you all for being kind and friendly, thanks for all the cool planes etc. im trying lol or want to make a mod that trnsforms the original sf1 campaign to ww2 aircraft.. instead of migs f 100s to 109s p-38s 47s etc. any advice lol... add the merc japanese a6m2s and and a jarhead f4u lol.... thanks guys god bless chris

Outstanding stuff. I'm still scrambling and have yet to give these superb narratives the proper time for a full reading. FYI, Raine is still playing host to a huge family reunion. I'll be Kayaking the Thousand Islands from August 2-5 and will not have my WOFF materials in tow. Only my iPad. Please take extra care (always) but most certainly until get back on the 6th. Looking forward to a long catch up with all your adventures. Cheers,

I have all of the Razbam SFP1/WoX/SF2 aircraft payware mods. I believe they are available for purchase again on the new website. The only problems they cause are with shadows, which can only be solved by turning them off. I generally prefer the Razbam 3d models and cockpits to any others available, even some of the more recent releases. Most of the releases were for SFP1/WoX, but aside from the shadow problem, work fine with SF2. I think the F-102 was the only one specifically made for SF2. There are some files available here on CombatAce to improve/revise them. As most people still flying SF2 don't have the Razbam releases, it is easier to use any/all freeware public releases for compatibility with missions/campaigns made in recent history and given the age of the sim, it makes it questionable to spend money on such old, obsolete software. At one point Razbam intended to provide an update to fix the shadow problems for SF2, but they never followed through. I can't blame them as even TK abandoned SF2 for greener pastures.

The morning sunshine streamed happily through the tall window of Katherine’s apartment in Montmartre. Katherine was looking through her wardrobe, speculatively holding up one outfit before replacing it with another. Meanwhile Le Mesurier idly looked through a collection of sketches and photographs. They were all of Katherine; mementoes of several years amongst the artists of Paris. “This one makes you look like Mata Hari.” Edward waved a photograph. Katherine paused to look at the image. “That was Cheri Herouard. It was a reference for one of his drawings for la Vie. I don’t know why, but men always want to dress me like a Turkish harem girl.” “Is that so awful?” “You joke? I am Greek! We fought the Turks for our freedom! Your poet Baron fought too. We remember him well.” Katherine sidled across and put her arms around Edward. “Do you write poems?” Edward thought. “There was a young woman from Crete Whose kisses could never be beat When stripped to her drawers She ‘roused cheers and applause And soon she was swept off her feet.” Speaking in a noticeably thicker accent, Katherine pouted, “who is this woman from Crete? I am from Thessaloniki!” “I... I’m sure I couldn’t rhyme Thessaloniki.” There was a knock on the door, which turned out to be one of Katherine’s artist friends. An emaciated young man who looked pale and drawn from too many nights chasing the green fairy. “Bonjour Alphonse,” Katherine greeted him. “Ça va?” “Tant mieux de te voir, Mademoiselle,” Alphonse replied. “But it is the English aviateur I have a message for. Monsieur, there is a soldier with a telegramme downstairs. The early days of the war had been highly mobile, with the RFC being required to move to new landing fields at a moments notice, in support of an advancing or retreating army. While the trenches had stopped such rapid movement, this philosophy of being ready to move had not left the corps. Most of its aerodromes lay directly next to major roads to make moving equipment easy at a moments notice. The aerodrome between the villages of Auchel and Lozighem was a fine example. Here the public road actually crossed the middle of the landing field. Bisecting the cluster of hangars and huts at the western end and being a profound nuisance for the sentries. On the morning of the 15th, a motor car pulled up next to the first sentry. It was an antiquated looking Renault painted red with ‘G-7" stencilled on the side. A British officer sat in the back, alongside a woman was wrapped in a shawl against the breeze. The officer clambered out and pulled his valise out with him. “I’m going back to Barlin,” the woman said. “No-one told me there was an offensive. They can probably use me. Come over when you can.” With a round of farewells, the taxi turned around in the road and headed off west again. “Lieutenant* Le Mesurier,” The officer announced himself. “I’m to report to the Officer Commanding 25 squadron?” “I'll have a man escort you sir,” the escort told him. Major Cherry was a young looking man with a black moustache and Royal Artillery collar badges. “Welcome to Auchel, Lieutenant. We fly the FE2 here. It’s a hulking big machine, but make no mistake; she is a machine of war and a real Hun killer! “I asked for a pilot who shows promising offensive spirit, and I’m glad to have you along. You will need to get used to the machine, but then I want you to be deputy flight leader for B flight. I’d say... 2 days ?” It was now a week since Le Mesurier had arrived at Auchel and he was getting used to the big Fee.** All of the machines had a name that was Scottish in theme to represent the squadrons formation in Montrose (although most of the pilots seemed to be from Kent and Sussex, as was Le Mesurier himself). Some of the machines had been presented by donors, and this was recognised on the fuselage too. Le Mesurier and his observer Cpl Brandon flew in ‘Monarch of the Glen.’ They had been sent to photograph the results of bombing at Houbardin when the flight leader, Wheldon had wheeled the flight around and headed home with 4 Fokker monoplanes in pursuit. As they approached Auchel, Brendon once again raised his notepad to Le Mesurier to see. “Still chasing.” This was unusual behaviour for German scouts. They must have been a raiding party from the outset; Le Mesurier considered his options. The best form of defence is a strong offense. Le Mesurier banked the big aeroplane steeply and came about in a surprisingly small amount of distance. There was no way that the four Fokkers hadn’t seen him, but he hoped they wouldn’t expect him to do what he was planning. The Fee hurtled toward the horizontal lines that resolved themselves into black crossed machines painted in a green finish. Le Mesurier was sure that one pilot looked surprised as the huge pusher hurtled through the formation. Brandon's Lewis gun rattled as he squeezed off a burst. Now the turning fight began. For most of the time, Le Mesurier could not see the Fokkers. But he kept turning and every so often Brandon would haul his gun around and fire a burst at something. He had to change the drum at one point and that was the most tense moment that Le Mesurier had ever experienced. On two occasions a Fokker hung in the air in a position where Brandon could get a series of bursts in succession. Le Mesurier wasn’t certain that it was the same machine. The eindekker nosed down with a thin stream of smoke tumbling from the engine. The spiral became steeper and steeper until the aeroplane finally crashed into the wood on the opposite side of Lozighem to Auchel. Black smoke rose from the now burning wreck. Le Mesurier couldn’t find the other Fokkers. They must have decided that these Fees came at too high a price. Wheldon’s machine was already being wheeled in when Le Mesurier rolled to a stop. Men and officers from both squadrons ran across to congratulate Brandon and Le Mesurier. “We saw the whole fight,” and Australian pilot called Richardson told them excitedly. “You were among those Eindekkers like an Osprey among seagulls.” “I must admit,” said a 32 squadron DH2 pilot, “I didn’t think a Fee could move like that!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * Lieutenant Edward Le Mesurier got his promotion on the same day he was told about his assignment to 25 squadrons ** I was going to write about Le Mesurier’s first impressions of the FE2b, but this is already very long. If you haven’t read it Flying the FE2b - the Vintage Aviator is a brilliant read. Raine; Hawkwood has had a few close calls lately. I’ve been worried for him on several occasions now! A sign of excellent writing.

F-4E IAF Yom Kippur pack uploading now....

Hope 2023 will be a better year for Ukraine.