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Light Flak is shooting.

Somewhere over North Vietnam.

resurrection bombing is magic a kangaroo has many ways to kill you

Tornados, german nickname "Tony".

USN trial aircraft camouflage during the Vietnam War applied to the F-8

'Shake rattle and roll,' "Beep Beep!"

I'm enjoying a mid-afternoon coffee and wanted to send a little note of thanks over to the entire crew working on this latest and greatest iteration of WOFF. At 43 I'm probably still one of the younger (ish) members of the community, and always have been (I joined the ancient Flight Sim boards on Delphi when I was 16!). I've been playing video games since I was 4, and my grandfather (a WWII vet) handed me an Atari 5600 controller and a copy of Moon Patrol. I still love games and I think I've been through just about every generation of console without missing a beat since the NES. Which means that in addition to my flight sim rig (a 40th birthday present from my wife ), I've enjoyed the PS5 immensely. I love getting into racing games and play just about every version of the F1 series and Gran Turismo that I can get my hands on. Modern gaming sure is amazing! But it also has a lot of increasingly troublesome drawbacks. I'm excited (cautiously) for the new Battlefield 6 - so I snagged the Open Beta for both console and PC only to find today that I'm number 7800 in the queue on PlayStation and 152,280 on PC... Modern games also need a constant internet connection, and sometimes I wonder who I'm really supporting when I sign into a server that may be in Russia (which feels a lot more problematic than it did when I first got those games)... Which is why I'm so grateful that there is still a dedicated band of brothers making this sim - a game whose only goal is to create as true to life a representation of an era that we are all fascinated by. Filling out claim forms that often go nowhere, choosing to actually degrade the visuals by slapping on a greasy pair of scratched up virtual goggles... the things we do to feel a little more in touch with the source material lol :screwy: But how refreshing is it in our era of drip-fed content, buggy day one launches and their subsequent 80+ GB "patches," we still have a relic of the golden age of gaming: an offline, dynamic, immersive, remarkable flight sim that takes you as you are, doesn't shove DLC in your face, or ask you to upgrade to the super premium deluxe edition, or micro-transaction you to death for loot boxes and cosmetics. When the team has the next leap ready, it's there for you to buy, one and done - complete with several planes, and dozens of improvements. This is a rare space these days. And one, that, as I sat and stared at my monitor, for a AAA game to tell me that my input is so valuable that I'm in a queue of players longer than several cities I've lived in... I was happy to close the window and send you all a note instead. So thank you - for your passion, your dedication to accuracy (reading the exchanges between OvS, Graf, Elephant, and JFM have been a favorite reading pastime for me this summer), the gorgeous screen shots and just how much we love this odd little corner of the gaming / internet world we inhabit. It's still a pleasure to be along for the ride, all these years later. Cheers gents!

An unnerving thought, my friend! As a teacher, I already see a pervasive number of essays and responses that have been generated and not written. It would be cool to see if an AI could find some more juice in the CFS3 engine or even help the team port the sim to another engine altogether... but for now, I'll take the handmade option over the Terminator lol

So glad to hear you're doing well my friend.

Great news GKABS, made my day and may you continue to be blessed with strength, healing and greater health!

nice thing about xidax, life time warranty. reality on that is lifetime labor, about 5 years on parts. theyre even willing to help with screen replacement on the laptop i got in '15 from them, and gave to my daughter 4 years ago

hey, at least it's still under warranty!!

Those wascally two seaters!

I'm working now on the traffic lines for Armed Recon missions. Armed Recon is, in my eyes, one of the most boring missions. You have to find a line of 16 trucks which are driving slowly in a straight way. The only challenge is to adjust the course of your plane with the course of the trucks and then dive down and strafe them with guns, unguided rockets or drop some clusters about them. Thats all. Maybe, that it becomes a little bit more challenging, when MiG's appear. But mostly it is a boring job. I thought i should make it a little bit more challenging. So i have concentrated all truck traffic in the Vinh area of DRV terrain. And then i added SAM and Flak cover to this area. This is more or less realistic, since each village in North Vietnam had a militia, which was armed with guns, machine guns, sometimes assault rifles or 20 mm Flak. They shot on all, what was flying and had had some success. the biggest prey was a F-111, which was downed by concentrated fire from old german 98k carabines. So if you fly a Armed Recon mission in the next update, then you can enjoy a certain amount of ground fire. And by the way, while test flying the Flak downed me a couple of times, something, that never had happen before in Armed Recon.

Amazing work there! Where there is F-4, there is me!

I would. Don't look so surprised. You KNEW I was going to do this.

they wouldnt shoot me over their barracks would they? ha, this is against your regs, not mine damn thats close ha, we got three, how many you boys get? wait, what do you mean suckerin em into the ground doesnt count?!?!?!?!?

Forgot to mention, I just discovered an unfinished EDA Sabre skin from 2012!!!!! (better, of course than the one already here) (really? only 7 serial per aircraft? too lazy to look up the rest??). Even though my serials a just generic .... Also found out we don't have a Portuguese Sabre skin either!! Now, I've got to run down their paint scheme (colored tails for ?? squadron), and the serials. Doncha love modding? Making sure folks that'll download a terrain that's not even finished, have all the right birds???

I'm using AITrack + OpenTrack and it's pretty good. Totally free, you only need a decent webcam and a well lit room.

in the works, and coming soon (designed for when I finish the Iberia map) NEW!!! Completely rebuilt and more accurate C.15 Hornet for EDA. The mod from 2009 is udder shite, even though this is based off that old one. vastly improved with things that actually work as advertised (!!!). F-16AM for PoAF, nation specific. lots of new 'fiddly bits' A-7P for PoAF. Yes, I know there's a DLC for that, but we've got plenty of cheapass MFs around that won't buy a subscription, let alone a DLC from TK/3rdWire. (both seen recently in the "Transitions" screen shots thread) Both the F-16 and A-7P are based off TMF's birds (A-7A with A-7E cockpit and electronics).

Hun. Waiting for the next mission.

SF2 is codes for TrackIR, so any head/eye tracking system that can hook into TrackIR games will work. At only point, the payware app, VorpX, allowed VR to work with SF2. CAStarry had made a profile that worked for several years. But VorpX is constantly updated and around 2020 a patch broke the profile CA Starry had developed. I haven't ever got it working again.

Only ever used TrackIR 4 then 5 with SF on Win 7 / 10 and 11.

part timers out of Indiana

Hey there, my dear friends! I’m excited to share that I’ve finally finished my treatment! It felt like it took ages, but I’m relieved to be on the other side now. I’m in the recovery stage, which will take about 3 to 4 weeks. After that, hopefully, I can start eating normally again, although I’m still missing my sense of taste, haha! I’ve been taking it easy and, believe it or not, I think I’ve lost around 12 kilograms during this time. It’s been quite the journey, but I’m staying positive and hoping for some great news soon, inshallah. I just want to say a huge thank you to all of you for your incredible support. It means the world to me! Take care and chat soon, Mohamad.

Escort Tasking......

A Legionnaire’s Tale – Part 4 9 April 1919 American Hospital Mueilly, outside Paris It was not until we reached the intact wire fronting the Horseshoe Wood that I realized I no longer wished to die. But I am getting ahead in my tale, or rather those parts of it that I can remember. My wound knocked my memory about. Some parts I can recall vividly. My journal is of some help in this regard but other bits remain foggy. Was it really six months ago? ____________________________ 26 September 1915 Before Navarin Farm Souian, Champagne. France. We will move forward soon. On the 25th, our brother Regiment, the 2er Étrangère took their place in the second wave of the attack. Reports come down of heavy losses. The Farm of Navarin remains in German hands. We, the Premier Étrangère, sat in reserve and dined on German shells. Not to be outdone by the Boche, a barrage of our own 75s fell short, landing directly on our position. More dead Legionnaires. If we don’t move soon, we will die without seeing the enemy. Merde! Most of the men grumbled at the issue of new steel helmets, those designed by the famous Colonel Adrian, but with the steel splinters falling like rain no one is grumbling now, at least not about the new equipment. I see Capitaine Junod and the other officers joining us in our bayou. “En Avant!” The cry comes down the line. I suddenly feel calm and move amongst the men of my section. We are heading up the line at last. 28 September 1915 Before Navarin Farm Souian, Champagne. France. We’ve been hammered in these forward trenches for 2 days. 146 men and 6 Officers killed. Colonel Cot demanded we be allowed to attack. His request was granted. It will be a sacrifice, to fix the enemy’s attention so that two other regiments can take the Farm of Navarin from behind. An hour ago, all the officers suddenly appeared in the frontline trenches. At last, something will happen. The refrain of ‘Le Boudin’ springs unbidden to my mind: Nos anciens ont su mourir Pour la gloire de la Légion. Nous saurons bien tous périr Suivant la tradition. Our ancestors knew how to die For the glory of the Legion. We will all know how to perish Following tradition. Our ancestors most certainly knew how to die… I remembered the wooden hand of Capitaine Jean Danjou, the most sacred relic of the Legion, sanctified in blood at the hacienda of Camerone. There, on 30 April 1863, 65 Legionnaires under the command of Capitaine Danjou held off over 3000 Mexican regulars for an entire day. Two hours into the fighting, Capt. Danjou was mortally wounded. His place was taken by Lieutenant Napoleon Vilain. At 1400hrs with only 20 effectives, Lt Vilain was killed. Lieutenant Clément Maudet assumed command. At the close of day with their ammunition exhausted, Lt. Maudin and the 5 unwounded Legionnaires, fixed bayonets and charged the enemy. Two fell immediately. Legionnaire Victor Catteau shielded Lt. Maudet with his body and was killed in the fusillade. The remaining men were surrounded. Only when the awestruck Mexican commander, Major Campos, agreed to leave them their weapons and equipment and attend to their wounded did the Legionnaires surrender. ­­___________________________________ This cursed time of inaction, just before combat, where thoughts can run riot, some men write letters, others pray or sit serenely. For myself, I scribble in this chronicle which I now realize no one will ever read. Strangely, I am at peace. Soon I will be free from the fell voice and hideous memory. Free from the nightmare thing lurking in the shadow. Free from my cafard. All of us will die today. “Baionetts au cannon, Mon Capitaine?” inquired Adjutant Le Roi, surprised at there being no order to fix bayonets. “There is no need.” replied Capitaine Junod. “We will be killed before we can use them.” Oblivious to enemy fire, he stood on the parapet and addressed the company. 'Mes enfants, nous allons a une mort certaine, mais nous allons tacher de mourir en braves.' (' My children, we are going to certain death, but we are going to try to die like brave men.) Here it was. My chance to die well and not be damned to Hell as a suicide. Mort Pour La France. So be it. I felt the fear as other men. One’s instinct for self-preservation is not some electric light to be switched off at will. Yet such emotion felt distant. A calm descended upon me even as duty and desire compelled me forward. Checking his wristwatch a final time, Capitaine Junod put the gendarme’s whistle to his lips and blew. “En avant!” he cried, waving his arm. As one man, the entire company surged out of the trench. Forward. Forward to death. Capitaine Bernard, commanding B company was the first officer cut down, hit just as we left the trench. “Gradés a moi!!” Capitaine Bernard, mortally wounded, called his NCOs to him, and gave them his final orders. He shook hands with many of his men as they moved forward. We charged over the dead bodies of the first and second waves. The enemy machine guns spewed fire into living and dead alike. Men died all around me. The lifeless corpses of our predecessors rolled backwards like logs under the weight of lead. “En avant! Forward boys, forward!” From some detached awareness, I recognized that it was my own voice shouting these words. So many fell before we got near the German wire. Those left alive mixed together irrespective of unit, just as they had in Artois. I saw Capitaine Junod die. As we reached the wire entanglements before the Wood, a machine gun burst tore into him. He fell, shouting, “En avant, mes enfants! A la mort!” ('Forward, my children! To death!') then lay still. Goddamn wire was untouched! We took to it with our rifle buts, beating down a narrow path through to the Wood. We were too few. I called my section to me, or any men about. Time, in defiance of physical law, held almost to a stop. Machine gun fire slashed over my head. Rounds fell all around us. I dreamed of this moment. How many times had I sought this instance through reckless action in the face of the enemy? I had begged God for the opportunity, for the mercy, for an end to the darkness of mind. This was it at last, the hour of my death. I thought of my mother. I heard then, like music, the Djinn’s laughter riding the shell-rent air. What bitter irony that I could finally understand his words at this end of all things. A line of mortar rounds landed in a string, walking inexorably toward me. A blast, a flash behind my eyes, then oblivion I should have died with them. Died with Capitaine Junod and the others. Was it God who spared me for some impenetrable purpose of his own, or was it the Djinn Who Spoke to Me? Spewed from the blast, a jagged hunk of metal tore into my right knee. Another split my helmet, tearing my scalp and cracking my skull. A fortnight before it would have taken half my head away. Thank God for Colonel Adrian. Whether Deity, Elemental, or Colonel Adrian’s invention, it was Dr. David who became the earthly instrument of my salvation. Dr. David Everett Wheeler, a man not content with treating the wounded in hospital, he joined the Legion in late 1914. It was he who dragged me out of the Horseshoe Wood, bandaged my wounds, then carried me on his back toward the clearing station. His right calf was shot away but he bandaged himself and limped us back through the carnage. As we moved to the rear, he treated wounded men and using the medical supplies he always carried. Bandages for those who might survive, morphine to ease the passing of those mortally wounded. It was Dr. David who saved me. A journey not without incident. We ran into a group of Senegalese who believed the good doctor, having discarded his greatcoat and looking decidedly Hunnish, was a German spy carrying a wounded Legionnaire to some grisly end. Speaking little French, Dr. Wheeler was not able to defend himself properly and I fear my brain-addled ravings didn’t help matters. He was about to be shot when an officer of the 170th happened by and put things right. We were both shipped to Chalons-sur-Marne, after which Wheeler arranged for us and many others to travel with him to the American Hospital in Neuilly, where his wife is a nurse. We have quite the Cadre Étrangère here. The disgraced Englishman Elkington, Dr. Wheeler himself, Genet, myself and a host of others. How many others survived I don’t have any way of knowing but of the first two companies to charge forward, 500 men in all, only 31 remained to answer the roll. Seeger wrote me in November. On the 11th of that month, the survivors of the 1st and 2nd Foreign regiments will now be reformed as a single Regiment du Marche.

or call it the curse of the threes.... my desktop is having issues where it crashes. or more specifically it goes blank screens then the fans speed up to a super high rate and i gotta chop power and kill it. talked to the folks that built it. was gonna get on with a tech rep this morning and swap wires. but then i lost the wifi card after another crash. and dont exactly have a 12FT CAT5 cable to run to the router this on top of the system not recognizing the cooler, even though it is cooling the cpu. yes, its a fancy water cooled deal with a monitor that should let me play what ever video i want rather than scrolling "TRYX" all day long. although that is the least major issue thankfully, the folks at xidax are taking it back to fix it up. also thankfully i have a laptop for backup (what im typing this on). but i'm without my main system for about a month. extra frustrating when i just bought it in May. third major VA disabilty bump, third system from them still love em to death, but this one has been the worst experience of hte three