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North vietnamese F-5E Tiger vs chinese H-5. 1979 Borderwar.

nother cool scene while looking at something completely different.... Castle Birds in Dhimar

just a couple more. almost done with this one already. kinda easy when you only have 24 airframes to cover, and acutally remove alot of weapons capability.......

Well, folder support would actually be useful, it would allow us to replicate the stock game's .CAT archives. I think it's worth having. It depends. I experimented with a terrain packed into a CAT and there was no such gain. The real gain, if folder support is added, is to have identical textures be shared between objects instead of having dozens of copies of the same texture. That would bring some gain. An effective way to optimize stuff would be to map aircraft and object 3d models to a limited number of texture files. Having 4 or 5 bitmaps for each aircraft skin surely offers best quality but at much expense of VRAM. That is why sometimes you get black/missing textures in ODS and in other bigger mods. How the game loads textures into VRAM is not in our control and from what I see the game is ineffecient on this end; play consecutive missions in a campaign and it feels like VRAM is filled with textures loaded from those previous missions, even if certain objects are no longer present in the new mission. Unfortunately it's not like we can remodel and remap hundreds of aircraft. Resizing all textures to 1k or 512 resolution is out of question for ODS, I already lost weeks in resizing most of them manually to reasonable values as a compromise between quality and performance.

the main project. 93rd BW birds were added when they kept popping up during research

Well i have to disagree. If us modders can create cat file - creating complex mods would be much easier. I could make 6 versions of one cockpit but still use majority of skin jpges from one dedicated cat file...and then few aircraft can use same cockpit which result in saving disk space in case of big mods...one harrier can use one dedicated cat file cockpit in few different game mods ...not to mention easier life for ground object modders and terraformers.

aint fully back, but couldnt do cold turkey until March....

Benchmark Sims Falcon BMS 4.37 has now been released. Downloads https://www.falcon-bms.com/downloads/

A variety of custom objects and texture upgrades for Gep's outstanding Battle of Britain terrain - subdued dreary look with custom cargo ships, barrage balloons, dock cranes, bridges, port warehouses, etc.

Gloster Meteor F.6 - 192 Filo, Türk Hava Kuvvetleri, 1956

Gloster Meteor F.6 - No.2 Squadron (The Hawks), Royal Dhimari Air Force, 1952

loverly release pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee

What the F-105 was designed for

Interesting. Fingers crossed that type-specific avionics come true, one day. This would make BMS very interesting for me

Wait and see what pans out really - I think they are just developing one for now. Yes they could export the settings out like TW did - like everything needs time and will to do it. It just goes to show you how much of the source code has been rewritten because if you ever played with the source code like I have............even doing the GUI was major challenge because it was all so entangled with other classes.................. and at the same time you are having to convert it over to use modern C++ syntax and concepts.

Obflugm Edward Reimann MLFA II Neuwmunster 27th December 1916 The dusty Daimler lorry rumbled to a halt and Edward climbed out, grabbed his case and stood back as the lorry turned sharply and headed back out. Edward became aware of the sharp cold straight away. It had been cold in Brussels and cold in the lorry, but that was nothing compared to the biting chill he was now feeling as he gazed across the airfield. He took his case and walked sharply over to the only building which looked used at that moment. He entered and closed the door and was greeted with a warmth he'd not felt for many hours. He had clearly entered an office, as the typewriter and filing cabinet indicated. At that moment the door opposite opened and a middle-aged unteroffizier came in. On seeing Edward he moved towards him. "Yes herr Oberflugmeister? Can I help you?" asked the unteroffizier. "I'm Obflugm Edward Reimann and I've been ordered to report here." explained Edward. "Ah yes. Please wait here a moment and I will see if the CO can see you now" stated the unteroffizier. The NCO went back to the door he'd just come in from and knocked perfunctorily, before entering. A few moments later he re-emerged. "Leutnant Wald will see you now" confirmed the unteroffizier. Edward nodded and entered the small room. The unteroffizier closed the door behind him. "Hello herr Oberflugmeister. Please, take a seat" said Leutnant Wald. Leaving his case, Edward moved towards the nearby chair. "Thank you sir" confirmed Edward as he sat down. Leutnant Wald perused Edward's papers. Nodding to himself occasionally as he read through it. He stopped suddenly and looked at Edward. "It states here you were born in Manchester?" stated Wald. "Yes sir, I was born in the north of England but moved to Germany with my mother when I was two." explained Edward. The Leutnant nodded his understanding and carried on reviewing the paperwork. "Have you had any experience of Roland two seaters?" asked the Leutnant. "I have flown the CII on numerous occasions sir" replied Edward. "Excellent, that will make things far easier herr Oberflugmeister" said Wald. Leutnant Wald proceeded to brief Edward on the unit, it's responsibilities and the situation in general. At the end of the briefing, Leutnant Wald informed Edward where his room was and instructed him to unpack and get some refreshment before reporting back at 11am in his flight gear. Edward found his room easily enough. It was tiny but relatively warm thanks to a small fire, burning brightly in the bricked fireplace. He unpacked his possessions, and made his way to the Kasino where he was able to get hot coffee and a small but filling stollen. Having donned his flying gear he then reported back to Leutnant Wald as instructed. The Leutnant introduced Edward to his beobachter, Flugmaat Edgar Hasse and instructed the young pair what he wanted them to do. Edward was to climb up to about 5000 feet and circle the area around the airfield before heading out to Ostend and then returning. He also instructed Edward to return at once if enemy aircraft should appear. The Roland's engine popped and rumbled as Edward strapped in. A short time later the two seater was in the air and climbing away from the airfield. Edward could feel the warmth from the engine on his face but other than that was thoroughly cold. The skies were wintery but relatively clear as they reached 5000 feet. Edward circled the airfield and then headed north west towards Ostend. On reaching the coast, Hasse tapped Edward on the head and pointed down. Edward looked as directed and saw the dark roads and snowy roofs indicating they were above Ostend. All appeared calm and Edward started back towards Neuwmunster. He landed easily enough some 20 minutes later. On reporting back to Leutnant Wald, he was told the CO was happy with Edward's efforts today and that all being well, he would take part in tomorrow's scheduled flights. Edward spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in the company of his fellow pilots in the Kasino.

F-15 HUD symbology Is it now possible to make the airframe-specific HUD/avionics instead of having F-16 avionics everywhere ?

Hi all, i've decided to use what free time I have available to start a DID pilot. I'll be posting whenever I'm able and hopefully will stay alive long enough for it to be an interesting adventure............. May I introduce Oberflugmeister Edward 'David' Reimann. Edward was born in Manchester in 1894 to an English father and a German mother. His father ran a cotton mill, however he died when Edward was just two. His mother then took the young Edward to Otterndorf on the mouth of the Elbe to live with her family. Given the proximity to the sea, and his maternal grandfather being a low ranking officer in the Kaiserliche Marine, young Edward loved all things nautical. Following his education, Edward joined the German navy at the age of 17. At the start of the war, Edward was serving on the SMS Seydlitz, a large and newly built warship, operating in the North Sea. Edward was commended for his actions during the Battle of Dogger Bank in early 1915, when the Seydlitz was seriously damaged and spent much of the remaining time that year in dry dock. Edward was assigned to shore duty in Hamburg and grew increasingly frustrated over the next 12 months. He eventually decides to apply to join the German Naval Air Service and is accepted in mid 1916. He completes his training and is assigned to Marine-Landfliegerabteilung II in mid December 1916. This is his story........

Wich map's that? BTW, SUE's computer is not prepared to carry two Exocet missiles, and, mandatory screenie: "what if" CF-115 taking off on a SEAD mission...

My original plan was to release a simple version of the Rio de la Plata terrain for X-Mas. But i'm still debugging the files. Mostly it are parked aircrafts, which appear, where they are not should be. I hope i can finish it till end of the week. The scenario so far is: 1982. After the argentinan attack on the Falkland islands the Royal Navy is striking back, with an invasion of Argentina. Beachheads were formed and the Argentinian Army is trying to push the British out of the land. For the RoyalNavy and the allied Brazilians you can fly: SWEEP,CAP,ESCORT,INTERCEPT,STRIKE,SEAD,ANTI_SHIP,RECON,CAS,Armed_Recon For the Argentinians you can fly: SWEEP,CAP,ESCORT,INTERCEPT,STRIKE,SEAD,ANTI_SHIP,CAS Since british and argentinian carrier groups are in the area STRIKE missions are always flown against the enemy carrier. Dagger over the Pampa, hunting for british tanks.

Take off from Buenos Aires Airport.

I used some of GKABS civilan airport buildings, some of my usual runway and taxiway files and the stock airfield4 to create Buenos Aires Airport

Aeropuerto El Palomar, region Buenos Aires, Argentina

Statistics for end of November 1916 Flight Sub-Lieutenant Douglas Bell-Gordon 8 Squadron, RNAS Vert Galant aerodrome, France Sopwith Pup Missions: 31 Hours: 30.1 Claims: 8 Confirmed: 3

Journal of FSLt Douglas Bell-Gordon, RNAS Part 9 Thursday 30 November 1916. Vert Galant aerodrome. “Naval Eight” has become home in a remarkably short period of time. It’s a jolly place populated by truly fine fellows. We are now comfortably lodged in our Nissen huts. Mine is shared with only three others, although we could accept two more in a pinch. Farthest from the door on the left is Huntington, a bank clerk from just outside London. He is forever banging on about Eliza, a girl back home whom he is “ever so fond of”. Of course, we all make terrible fun of this and have tagged poor Eliza with a reputation vile enough to match her taste in men! It’s great fun to watch Huntington turn purple with rage until he realises that we are simply winding him up. Across from Huntington on the right is Simpson. He is a Londoner as well and speaks with a very posh accent. From what I gather, his family has a few bob to rub together. Since he was born in Australia, I have taken to referring to him as our escaped convict. To the left as you enter the hut you will find Reggie Soar, a Yorkshireman. He has been flying since rather early in the war and was with 3 Wing in the Dardanelles. Reggie is a bit of a character. Put a few pints of beer in him and you can’t understand a word he says. That leaves me – my little piece of France is just to the right of the door. Last Sunday we escorted three BE2s over the lines to drop some bombs and had a very brief run-in with a group of Halberstadt scouts. A Flight joined in and our Flight Commander, Flight Lieutenant Goble, signalled for us to break off and remain with the two-seaters, leaving all the fund to A Flight. It then rained Monday through Wednesday. It was during that period that we moved from the house on the main road into the hut. On Tuesday, we were able to get a ride into Amiens and do some serious shopping. After loading a tender with things we bought for the hut, we gave the driver a few francs for dinner and headed to find a dinner of our own. Amiens has a number of fine establishments. I’d already heard of Godbout’s. We decided against it. Too many senior officers and we were likely to be loud. It was Reggie who made the choice. He had received a tip about a place called Josephine’s on the Rue des Trois Cailloux – the street of the three pebbles. We found the street but needed to ask a few people before we found the restaurant. It was through a door off the street and up a winding stair. The place was already full and we were provided with glasses and a bottle of red wine and invited to sit on the stair until someone left. When at last we were seated, it did not disappoint. The floor crunched underneath with oyster shells and the smell of roast chicken and patates frîtes blended with the smell of tired subalterns, French officers, and their wives for the evening. We sat down to an absolutely marvellous feast of oysters, sausages, roast chicken, fried potatoes, and pickled red cabbage with chestnuts and apple. Bottle after bottle of vin rouge came and went until we happily emptied our pockets of money and bade our hostess a fond “à la prochaine”. Our shopping produced two stuffed armchairs, three wooden chairs, a round table with a red and white checked tablecloth, some bookshelves, and an oriental rug that looks marvellous if the lamps are turned down low enough. Now we have rigged some wooden frames on which we will hang printed material to form some sort of partition between our “rooms”. The iron stove throws out an acceptable amount of heat as long as one stays in the area of the carpet and armchairs in the middle of the hut. Our sleeping areas are not quite as toasty. I have got into the habit of laying my clothes out on the cot and spreading my valise and blanket bag on top of them. If I get into bed carefully I can pull my flying coat over top of me to keep the cold out, and in the morning I find my clothes warm and (after a fashion) pressed. That brings us to today. Goble led Huskisson and I on a line patrol at eight o’clock this morning. We flew a beat of twenty miles down and up the lines east of Albert. On our second go-around, Goble suddenly waggled his wings and began to climb. After a minute or two, I made out two machines about a mile and a half away to the south. We got within a half-mile when they saw us and turned to engage. They were two-seaters, very streamlined and nasty looking. Rolands! These were the first I’d seen. The entire time I had flown in Strutters, I had learned the better part of valour. This would have been the perfect moment to put one’s nose down and head for home. But now that we had these Sopwith “Pups”, as they were being referred to, running away was no longer on. Instead, one was supposed to smile cheerfully and exclaim, “Huns – good-O!” My own words were a bit less enthusiastic. I’ll leave them to your imagination. But the fight was on and I was in it. Huskisson turned to the right in a vertical bank to get behind one of these slim blue machines. I followed, taking care not to interfere with his shooting and especially not to collide with his machine. The Hun observer fired at Huskisson and then turned his gun towards me. Two or three rounds hit my left wings. I dived beneath the Hun and zoomed to find it turning left. I fired ahead of the enemy machine and let it fly through the stream of my bullets. They seemed to have no effect. The HA spiralled downwards. Huskisson got a crack at him and then I did. Then the Hun observer put more rounds into both of us. From time to time, I had to break off to find Huskisson and assure myself that we were not trying to use the same bit of sky. Then I caught the Hun in a sharp bank and hit him with a good burst from directly above. I had to throttle back and gently level off to avoid tearing my Pup apart. Where was he? I saw the Roland much lower down. He was spinning slowly with his nose down. Huskisson dived at him and fired a few rounds from a long distance. The Hun machine kept descending and finally smashed into a field just behind our lines near Fricourt. When we returned to Vert Galant we filed our reports. Huskisson (who is the squadron second in command) was a good fellow and freely stated that the Roland was completely out of control and irredeemably lost before his final burst. So, it seems that I have now achieved my first confirmed victory in a scout and my third overall. A great celebration is planned for this evening in the wardroom, and I have been warned to wear my oldest monkey jacket for the event.

Some late-War Japanese models(J2M3 Raiden, J7W1 Shinden and J9N1 Kikka two-seater):