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daybreak over the Adriatic

The F-4E2 "Pret" is a F-4E Phantom variant used by the Indian Air Force. After buying 20 Phantoms in 1982, the Indian Air Force updated them to the "Pret" standard in 1995, allowing the Phantoms to carry AIM-120s and more modern ordinance. These planes stayed in service until 2020, when they were replaced by a batch of 24 Su-30MKIs.

Still works in progress but getting there...

A EA-18G from VAQ-562 lands after a training mission off the coast of California

Northrop Newark B.2 - No.9 Squadron, RAF Pacific Command, 1948

Wielding the Big Stick... to little old Paran

Did a second version if anyone is interested, changed the HUD a little too

Douglas F2D-2 Dagger - VF-2 'Flying Chiefs', US Navy, 1941

North American Mustang Mk.IV - No.183 Squadron, RAF Pacific Command, 1946

The post processing effect is applied also in daytime, so it's not an optimal solution. Only with injectors like Reshade it's possible to make something that works on a specific key press. SF2 remains very limited in how stock post processing works.

Thanks EricJ I will send him a message.

Amazing mod you have there. Good work.

it would be, actually, fairly easy. A fairly small map (250km x 250), an airfield or 2, maybe some rock spires, etc. But I'm buried with stuff! (lots of ww2 birds, to say nothing of the North Cape clean up and the ever-dangling Veitnam48 maps)

The cockpit of the F-7B/M like the Iraqis, which is modernized with a HUD, would look good in this version, if it were made in the 80s/90s.

On base....... Sooo many new buildings, vehicles etc, I use hardly any stock objects anymore. At least by building my own you can get everything at the correct scale....some of the stock buildings are way off.

hola PacePuma, tengo para que te des una idea 4 discos operando 3 mecánicos y uno solido, pero cuando se jode , se jode todo. en un primer momento luego de una recuperación del sistema se restauro al 2018, pensé que había perdido todo pero no fue así.

Tiger Force Cranberry

F-15N Sea Eagles of VF-103 on their final cruise aboard USS John F Kennedy, somewhere in the Mediterranean, 2004... The squadron would go on to upgrade to the F-15NSE (Navalised Silent Eagle), nicknamed the 'NES' or 'Mario' by it's crews...

Vickers Valiant B.1 (FE) - No.35 Squadron, RAF Pacific Command, 1954

Vought V-156s aboard PA Bearn

Journal of FLt Douglas Bell-Gordon, RNAS Part 16 24 March 1917. Furnes, Belgium. We’ve had a week of grey skies and cold drizzle, relieved only by periods of freezing rain and wet snow. Patrols have been uneventful. Simpson has been made a flight commander and so has Huntington. The latter claimed a Roland yesterday and it was marked up as his eleventh. The talk in the wardroom centres on the many young ladies of London who have taken up correspondence with the chaps ever since Galbraith was drafted back to a seaplane squadron that in England a few months ago. Galbraith was a fellow Canadian whose sister was a Red Cross nurse at a hospital in London and who had undertaken to have her colleagues write to lonely aviators. Every few days Reggie Soar received a letter from Grace. Roderick McDonald is corresponding with Dolly. Crundall has been sent letters from Margaret. And I have begun a mild correspondence with a girl named Alice. So this afternoon, Reggie was enjoying a glass of brandy and a pipe whilst reading to us a poem written by his Grace – a poem about, of all things, flying! Raised up from English soil and blessed with English sun, He rises from the earth to stalk the frightful Hun, Girded not with armour but canvas wings and wires He jousts with England’s foes above France’s lofty spires! Hoots of laughter. Jenners-Parson grabbed the letter from Reggie’s hand and set it alight. Reggie tried to get it back and in the process dropped it onto one of the overstuffed armchairs. Disaster was narrowly averted by throwing the flaming chair outside into the rain just in time to splash mud over Prince Alexander of Teck, who was arriving with Squadron Commander Bromet for tea! Huntington sat apart from us all this time and, once tea was over and the higher-ups had left us alone, he came over to give us a dressing-down. We were bloody fools and what we had done was dangerous, he said. Furthermore, we were unkind to Reggie who was lucky enough to have someone who cared for him enough to write letters. As a flight commander, he would not put up with such behaviour. “You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourselves,” he told us, “and especially you as a flight commander, Simpson.” And then he added, “Galbraith should have known better than to start this nonsense.” “Has a girl written you, Huntington?” It was Simpson who asked. “You know full well that I have my Eliza,” Huntington replied. “No need of anyone else.” “Strange. I don’t recall you ever getting letters from Eliza.” Huntington’s face pinched. “In the first place, Simpson, it’s none of your bloody business. Eliza sends her post along with letters from my parents. She is very close with the family. Should be part of it one day, I suppose.” I couldn’t help joining in. “Are you sure this Eliza is not a cousin, or perhaps a hideous sister you’ve forgotten about?” “You disgust me, Douglas, you really do. Of course, one should probably expect that sort of thinking from a colonial homesteader, I suppose.” As luck would have it, I was seated next to Roddy McDonald. Roddy hailed from Antigonish, Nova Scotia, where his family had farmed a homestead for several generations since being evicted from the Highlands to make room for deer. “Mixed up as usual, Huntington,” I said. “It’s Roddy here who is the colonial homesteader. I’m the colonial hockey player and Navy brat. Then there’s Simpson. He’s the colonial sheep shagger from down under. And Hervey, he’s the colonial peas souper from Québec. Bob Little over there is another colonial sheep botherer. Hell, as if being Australian is not bad enough, his old man comes from Canada. Then of course there’s Grange over in the corner. He’s a Yank, so he only wishes he were a colonial. You’re outnumbered by us colonials, old boy.” Huntington left in a huff. That evening I received permission from Squadron Commander Bromet to take dinner in La Panne along with Simpson and Reggie Soar. We’d found a comfortable little estaminet on a side street, well away from the more frequented establishments. The woman who ran the place made a genuinely decent cup of tea, and once we were settled I cleared the centre of our table and laid out my package of tricks. “My God, a Dorothy bag!” Reggie exclaimed. “Haven’t seen one of those since the Dardanelles.” “What did you call it?” I asked. Reggie explained that “Dorothy” bags were issued on hospital ships so that the wounded men could store their personal possessions. Mine apparently was a very fine version of what he had seen. “I got it from a nurse. Interestingly, and she was called Dorothy, too.” I gave Simpson a wink. The bag was the package I’d received from Simpson’s cousin Dorothy and her friend Patricia when I had been invited for dinner with Simpson’s parents in London a couple of weeks before. I reached inside and withdrew a small photograph of a young woman. She was idyllic – languorous eyes, fair hair falling in ringlets, noble cheekbones and a fine, strong nose above perfect lips and delicate chin. The lower part of photograph was gauzy. Perhaps she wore a a thin dress low on the shoulders, but it was barely visible and the suggestion of nakedness was tantalising. “Meet Apollonia Willing, gentlemen.” “Who is she? She is topping,” said Reggie. “Apollonia is Huntington’s new fancy,” I told him. Simpson was giggling uncontrollably. “Willing? Her name is Willing? Isn’t that a bit transparent?” “It’s Huntington, man. It will be at least a week before the thought crosses his mind.” I withdrew from the Dorothy bag a small pile of yellow stationary embossed with gold floral finishes in the corners. There were at least a dozen envelopes and as many penny stamps. I then explained the plan. The three of us would collaborate in composing letters to Huntington from Apollonia who, of course, was a figment of fantasy. The photograph belonged to the sister of a nurse who worked with Dorothy and Patricia at Saint Thomases’ Hospital in London. She had planned to send it to her boyfriend at the front but thought it too racy. I had been practising a girlish, loopy script that suited the character. Apollonia would be enthralled at the idea of writing to a gallant bird man. Perhaps we could begin innocently enough and gradually make her letters more suggestive and enticing. We would slip Apollonia’s letter into the post at the squadron office shortly before dinner time. The trick would be intercepting any reply from Huntington before our outgoing mailbags were picked up by the dispatch rider in the morning. To this end, Simpson had volunteered to assist the Records Officer, D’Albiac, in maintaining the squadron war journal. He figured he could offer to censor some letters while working in the office, which would give him easy access to the mailbags. Reggie asked how we would make the incoming letters appear to have passed through the post. “Take a look at this,” I said, and pulled the final item from the bag. It was a stamped envelope, addressed in a girlish hand to Flight Lieutenant Samuel Huntington. The one-penny stamp was cancelled with a postmark from Torquay dated 21 March 1917. “It’s perfect,” said Simpson. “How?” “It’s the sixpence ha’penny solution,” I said. “The outer circle is traced in pencil using the ha’penny and the inner circle using the sixpence. From there it’s just a matter of mastering the lettering. I’ve diluted a bottle of black ink with some distilled water and cigarette ash. If you lightly paint it on with a drop of ink smeared on the end of a pencil and nearly dry, you can do a fairly good job. And if you make a small mistake you can always rub it with your hand and make it look like the post office smeared the cancellation.” It was time to order a bottle of wine and begin… “Samuel, my dear boy, we have not yet met but I have already heard so much about you!” It would take several more bottles before we were done. 27 March 1917. Auchel, France. After a period of bad weather the squadron moved again, this time farther south towards Bethune in the Arras region. Our aerodrome is just outside a place called Auchel. It is a rather grimy mining town of squat brick houses and soot-stained buildings that eventually dissipated into the countryside along muddy roads flanked with ancient low farm buildings and middens coming alive with the springtime. Above the town looms two giant mountains of dross called terrils. They have the appearance of great black pyramids standing guard over the countryside. We should have no problem finding our way home here. I’m in the squadron commander’s bad books since I smashed up a perfectly good triplane during my arrival at Auchel. Got away with only a few bruises. 31 March 1917. Auchel, France. We are still awaiting our first postal delivery at the new aerodrome. I am billeted with Simpson in a house at the edge of town. The owners are an elderly couple who speak no English. Whether they speak French is still a mystery as they scarcely talk to each other. I have been over the lines twice since arrival here. By all accounts there are some very keen Huns in the area. Had a scrap yesterday with a formation of Albatri and managed to drive one down. D’Albiac phoned around but no one saw it crash. Today we were sent up to chase off several two seaters in our area. I fired about 200 rounds at long-range at one of them but it got away. April is upon us and with it rumours of a new push. I suspect we are about to get busy.

you have a special talent for disaster... lo tuyo es el desmadre ...nice pics Hernan

Convair Columbia B.1 - No.83 Squadron, Royal Air Force, 1948

Taking the new VFC-111 F-5s out for a flight from NAS Key West...

View File Stock A-10A High Res Skin Pack USAF skin pack for the stock Thirdwire A-10A by Jimbib *** Must have the stock A-10A_78 installed for this to work (included in SF2E, or SF2 Complete package) *** This is a simple skin pack that I started years ago for the stock A-10 in WoE and never got round to releasing it so I've updated the skins to reflect the mapping for the SF2E A-10A_78. These skins will work on both the stock A-10A and A-10A_78 (earlier A-10A doesn't have the Pave Penny). USAF skins included are: - Grey False Canopy - Peanut - Flipper - Cool Snow Hog - Euro Extras - I have included alternate Shark and Hog nose arts for the Grey False Canopy skin (default is set to the Snake art) Installation notes: 1. Unzip the contents to a folder. 2. Open up your Strike Fighters 2 mod folder (e.g. C:\User\Saved Games\ThirdWire\StrikeFighters2 Europe\...). 3. Copy the contents of the unzipped Objects folder into your SF2 mod Objects folder, allowing all files to overwrite if need be. This was tested on the latest July 2013 patch level on a stock SF2E install, I recommend you backup your stock A-10 files should anything go wrong, I am not responsible for any damage to your install / PC. You may not upload either the original or modified contents of this skin pack without my permission. If you wish to include these skins in a mod, please contact me here at CombatACE to discuss beforehand. This mod is freeware and may not in any way, shape or form be used in any payware. Jimbib Submitter Jimbib Submitted 04/12/2023 Category A-10  

Mess is the 2nd name of this site so you will find soon that every mod needs your checking for right data even vanila Aircrafts needed. Wrong datas, wrong, weapons etc. so you will fix and fix and fix everyday if you step in this river of modifying. And you will save A LOT of space when you convert .BMPs to JPEGS. soon it will take all your free space on you HDD so be ready. But one thing. Not every aircraft can will be able to withstand such a procedure as texture conversion! If you see that part of the plane has turned white or blackened, then always have a backup on hand. you need to carefully check everything, even small details, after conversion. Because the case is possible when the whole plane looks normal, but suddenly! You notice that the plane opens out its wheels and they are black. And you immediately turn off the game and start digging the place where the error is in the texture. This happens after months, and sometimes years. Haha.

I don't think it affects the AI but might be something to keep an eye on.

Someone in another thread posted about lack of trim. There is this poor man's method to add it, assuming you have a stick, and are not just flying with your keyboard. If anyone remembers who came up with it, let me know. It was many many years ago. In your /ModFolder/Controls/Default.INI (or whatever you named your control mappings file), make the following changes: [RangedControl001] AxisControl=PITCH_CONTROL MaxValue=1000.000000 MinValue=-1000.000000 DeadZone=1.000000 Saturation=80.000000 ReverseJoystick=TRUE MouseScale=10.000000 UseMouseRate=FALSE ReverseMouse=TRUE LimitValue=TRUE SelfCenterRate=0.000000 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< KeyControlRate=0.100000 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< AllowKeyControl=TRUE IncreaseControl=PITCH_DOWN DecreaseControl=PITCH_UP CenterControl= [RangedControl003] AxisControl=ROLL_CONTROL MaxValue=1000.000000 MinValue=-1000.000000 DeadZone=1.000000 Saturation=80.000000 ReverseJoystick=FALSE MouseScale=10.000000 UseMouseRate=FALSE ReverseMouse=FALSE LimitValue=TRUE SelfCenterRate=0.000000 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< KeyControlRate=0.100000 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< AllowKeyControl=TRUE IncreaseControl=ROLL_RIGHT DecreaseControl=ROLL_LEFT CenterControl= Now your arrow keys will act as trim. Map them to your trim switch via your stick's software. Adjust the KeyControlRate to your sensitivity preference. I've never been able to get anything to map to CenterControl, and have it create an effect. I was hoping it would work to ZERO out any trim entered.

Thanks Baff. I wonder if that screws with the AI at all.

If you want to take things one step further, after doing JSF_Aggies edit you can also remove the automatic pitch trim feature by modifying the aircraft data ini. This will more or less force you to use the pitch trim at times. Here's an example using ThirdWires Lightning 53. I gave this a quick test and some trimming required during normal flight with more required during approach and landing when extending gear and flaps. [FlightControl] StallSpeed=71.02 CruiseSpeed=206.42 ClimbSpeed=347.62 CornerSpeed=194.97 LandingSpeed=72.35 MaxG=6.00 MaxSpeedSL=334.58 MachLimit=2.000 MachLimitDry=1.227 PitchDamper=0.6 RollDamper=0.4 YawDamper=0.0 SideslipDamper=0.0 StabilityAugmentation=0.5 GunBoresightAngle=0 RocketBoresightAngle=0 FlapSettingForLanding=1 FlapSettingForTakeOff=1 AutoTrimLimit=0.0//....................................................................ADD THIS I don't have enough buttons on the stick to run this and prefer the auto pitch trim feature anyway but this might be of interest to some. I think Strato's was checking this out at one point but not sure if he ever noticed any issues.