JonathanRL

I am very much interested to do this for TSF - saving space and increasing preformance is good s**t. Can somebody post a "how to?"

Right now re-uploading the Mega Package. This is because Velcro demanded we remove anything that might be his - and lucky for us that was nothing critical. So next package? No clue. No time table. All I can say is that I am doing my utmost to make sure it will happen before TSF becomes 1 year ;-)

It does.

I admit that my first suggestion - before fooling around - was a competition amongst the lines of "Best mod with the use of Stock resources". It would have to be a brand new one at that. However, this would be deeply unfair to the 3D Modellers around us, who create new for the good of us all.

Give it to TK so he can see how his SF2: NA Terrain actually looks like on a 24?

Now when you have read that, you may feel free to panic. But only if you lack towels.

Service001=USN Service002=USAF Replace with Soviet & SovietNavy as shown below. Also, the MiG-27s are a Soviet VVS unit so: Service001=Soviet Service002=SovietNavy [sovietUnit001] AircraftType=MiG-23MLA Squadron=14 GvIAP ForceID=2 UnitID=13 StartDate=09/19/1979 DescFile=CampaignNA1Desc.txt StartText=CampaignNA1Start.txt [sovietUnit002] AircraftType=MIG-27 Squadron=88 OMAPIB ForceID=2 UnitID=19 StartDate=09/19/1979 DescFile=CampaignNA1Desc.txt StartText=CampaignNA1Start.txt Then same, but SovietNavyUnit001 for the Forgers. Do not forget to set the MiGs as flyable by adding a cockpit. In short, the Service is your choice what to fly. Add in the order you write them down, so Soviet comes first, then SovietNavy in this case. The "Force" option just names the two factions fighting each other. Another note; if you want to add "but I want to add lots of red planes", then keep Campaign balance in mind. If Red Side is overwhelmingly powerful, then they will quickly defeat any NATO Air Forces on the Island as well as the Carrier Battle Group. Consider adding futher NATO Aircraft.

I want you to promise to do this again ;-) Hilarious Happy Birthday to you, USA! Stay out of trouble, ya hear?

... as well as a Jonathan shot first edit in Scene 2? :D

What did you say you was unable to use, I did not catch that? Anyhow, in order to send messages, you need 50 posts.

I still find it hilarious how it all started with a choice of hosting for a number of perfectly legal files

Söderhamn, Hälsingslands Län. Sweden 7th of Mars, 1966 It felt strange to not do anything at all for an entire day. Our attack on the convoy seemed to have worried the Russians, so they would not deploy an invasion fleet, nor had there been any sign of an attempt to try and deploy ships in the Baltic. They seem scared of what Robot 04 can do to them. I can understand them. The feeling of power enough to sink a ship under your wing fills you with pride and aggression. The entire squadron have almost begged the Russians to deploy troop ships so we can drown them in the cold water of the Baltic. But then Brass decided that holding back an entire Flottilj when their wartime objective did not arrive for the dance was pure and simply folly. Mission: Assist the Finnish Rear Guard at Imatra. Mission Role: Close Air Support The Finns have lost Imatra, but have still held on valiantly in the outskirts to give citizens and soldiers time to escape. Down to just ten Tanks, the rear guard was about to be overwhelmed and had to withdraw themselves, but they could not do so if Soviet Tanks was to be on their heel. So HQ decided this was the prime time to destroy us some Soviet Tanks. The order was for a four-ship to leave Söderhamn and head for Imatra. This is quite a stretch for the Lansen, and we was warned that we might have to land at secondary airstrips in Finland if we tough we could not make the trip back. Loaded with Attack rockets and the usual Motmedelskapsel, our objective was to destroy as many enemy ground forces as we could. I flied on Kap. Lundbergs wing with the second pair being Löjt. Nyrop with another pilot from my training class, Fän. Lysholm as his Wingman. Before take-off, I talked to Lundberg about how we would identify friend from foe. Tanks look awfully similar from the air, and we had no contact whatsoever with the Finns down there. He looked me straight in the face and told me to think before I fired - better to let a Russian live then a Finn die - follow his lead and watch after myself. I climbed up in the cockpit, looking at the navigator seat that had every flight since my training been empty and begun the start-up checklist. Once again, the flight was uneventful. The Captain where flipping trough his radio set in order to try and find a channel where he could possibly get in touch with any of the ground forces we was to relive but there was no luck. As we turned in over Finland from the Gulf, we saw that things was really bad down there. Smoke was rising from many of the buildings in the city, anti-aircraft fire was firing wildly at a passing flight of Il-28 Beagles. "Mål, Ryssens Pansar. Klockan elva." The Captain had spotted Russian armor. How he knew it was Russian was obvious as it was moving towards the city, firing wildly at nearby houses. He went into a shallow dive and fired his rockets at the armor. Way too soon for my taste, as I did not have enough experience to calculate impact points. He seemed to know this however and stayed on course just until I fired my rockets, when he pulled up. I was not ready and hesitated for barely a second before following him. This saved me. A MiG 21 Fishbed came out of the blue and fired his guns at the Captain. The Captians Lansen was hit, his wing torn to shreds and I saw him Eject, right before I saw the MiG streak past me. My training from Ljungbyhed kicked in, despite myself and I pursued the MiG, shooting him easily out of the sky. His turn had made him bleed speed, and he clearly did not anticipate me trying to shoot him down. I reported my status to Lt. Nyrop who reported their pair was under attack, and that his wingman was also hit. It seemed the two MiGs had devided themselves amongst us two. Before I arrived at Nyrops & Lysholms position, Lysholm had been hit, his engine in flames. Fuming with rage, I took my aim at the second MiG who seemed to have Nyrop in his sight at maximum range and fired, more to devide his attention then anything else. And I got him. I do not know what on that Soviet Built scrap metal I hit, but he went up in a cloud of smoke and flames. "The Sky is ours, Lieutenant." I reported as I formed up on him, without orders. Once again, the dogfight had felt very intensive and over before it really had started. But at least now I knew why they had made the Lansen into a fighter. It worked well enough for the role. Looking down, we saw that the Finns had been destroyed. We had been sent here to protect them, yet we had been busy protecting ourselves. It was disappointing. We had failed the troops down there and I wowed not to do so again. It felt like the entire city burning was our fault. We should had been able to prevent it somehow, destroy more tanks. It was a long way to fly home. We got some well deserved R&R that night, but I decided to stick around the radio tent instead of enjoy myself. We all wanted news about Lysholm & Lundberg. Their fate seemed to increase the wish to know how to handle yourself on the ground, and there was a renewed interest to practice firing with pistol and submachineguns. But no news came until some of us had already left for bed. The Radio Operator ran to me, waving a paper. TO: 152th Attack Division FR: Headquarters Cap. Lundberg & Fän. Lysholm safe in Finnish hands. Flying them over tomorrow in empty transport STOP Finns thanks pilots for their help STOP Withdrawal made in reasonably good order STOP Rocket Attack on Soviet Tanks Confirmed Kill: MiG-21 Fishbed-C Confirmed Kill: MiG-21 Fishbed-C

Söderhamn, Hälsingslands Län. Sweden 5th of Mars, 1966 It feels like an eternity since I last wrote in this journal. I kept it around during my flight training, but for some reason I never felt like writing down my toughs and feeling. I have been content. Maybe its a sign of the stress or nervousness that I feel I need to write again. Let me do the utmost short version possible. Sweden is at War. I am currently at a Warbase, in the forest. The 151th Attack Division of F 15 Söderhamn is awaiting orders. I have spent my fair share of nights on a warbase, but there is a completely different sense in the air now. Everybody is tense. There is not much talking. Quite a few of us are writing letters. We all know the casualty projections. The Soviets claim this about Törni. That Sweden and Finland are protecting him after he and his band of Exile Finns struck that installation. Strange, considering he was in Washington DC after getting sprung. But they want to blame us. They have not forgotten about the peace of 56. They do not want us primed for war. In short, they do not want us to have the bomb. It has to be the worst secret in the world that we are working on one. Who would not, with the Soviet Union on their doorstep? None of us have had any training on how to deliver one tough. I can imagine you would have to run like hell after you dropped one of those. I keep expecting to hear they dropped one on Stockholm. Or Helsinki. Or Gävle. So far, they have sent in their heavy bombers, and our own Drakens and Jaktlansens have gone up to fend them off. The radio talk about heavy enemy casualties. I am not sure what to believe. I think I want to inflict some myself before I believe what the radio tell me. Mission: Destroy Soviet Naval Force leaving the Gulf of Finland Mission Role: Naval Strike För Kriget det kan, Förgöra en Man. -Sabaton, En Livstid i Krig. And then the orders came. I heard Major Salwén shout for the pilots to assemble and we rushed towards the improvised staff area. Intelligence at FRA had decrypted a message telling of a convoy heading out today. It was believed to be the main invasion force heading towards Stockholm. E 1 would deploy thirty Lansens to thin out the escorts while it was still in the Gulf of Finland, where Finnish Fighters could assist easily if we got into trouble. He went trough the checks with us again. Be careful when reporting MiG 21s (They could be Finns), Drop the Robot 04 when your leader tells you (More for the Red Russians to evade...), make sure you have a lock (A wasted missile is live enemy), and get back again (The Aircraft is expensive). And before I knew it, I was on my first combat mission. The funny thing is, that it did not feel like a combat mission. Despite the fact that it was a lot less banter, and everybody was more focused on their flying, it could just as well have been one of the countless training missions I went trough with this Squadron. We flew silently, for almost 45 minutes. We did not use the radio. We hardly saw any other aircraft until we reached the rendezvous point where a flight from F 17 Kallinge awaited us. A sharp command cut trough the silence. "All Aircraft, Weapons check." I looked down to make sure the weapon was set to safe, another look outside to see that the Missiles was still under my wings and a third look at the radar where several blips had appeared. I looked ahead again. Sure enough, in the distance we saw the enemy ships. "Rather small for an invasion fleet" somebody said. "Quiet" was the reply. We did not want them to see us before we was ready to launch. As the ships came closer and closer, the command came. "Launch!" I launched both my missiles and followed my Wing Leader, Kapten Lundberg in a slow turn away from the naval formation. The smoke trails of the rockets faded in the distance. Then a cheer erupted. I spun my head, and saw several explosions in the distance. "Hope the Russians can swim" I commented. "The Finns will want to send up a Recce Bird and see what we did to that fleet" Salwén added, quite forgetting that he was not enforcing his own, strict radio discipline. Nothing happened as we returned to our base. Again, the feeling of an exercise was almost overwhelming, like the night ahead would be spent with beer and ladies. By the time we landed however, Salwén had returned to his usual self, and handed out disciplinary punishments for those who had broken the radio silence. I was given the dubious honour of assisting the radio operator to check and monitor the equipment. I relished that assignment. We would get the results of our strike that way, and I wanted to be the first to call out the enemy casualties. I had to wait nearly three hours. I had just returned with a cup of coffee to the operator when he handed me a message. TO: 152th Attack Division FR: Headquarters Target was soviet convoy reinforcing East German Assets STOP Enemy casualties are as follows STOP 1 RIGA CLASS FRIGATE 3 TRANSPORTS 4 PATROL BOATS STOP Confirmed by Finnish Air Force Recon STOP Enemy Tanks have captured Imatra Finland STOP Thirty Aircraft sent. Sixty missiles launched. To destroy something that was not even heading for us. I sighed and went to show the Major.

The Log In Screen where you post your e-mail and access code.

I suppose this will shortly reduce reinstall times...

I always been fashinated how facts about painting and such can be disputed when it was only 50 years ago the aircraft saw service. Never the less, this is a job well done!

http://combatace.com/topic/73480-turkish-f-4-down-on-the-border-with-syria/

Pilots are alive and rescued according to Swedish Media, also Syrians confirms take-down and apologized to Turkish PM

Syrian Regime warning Turkey to interfere? Or horrible accident. This may get out of hand, fast.

Anybody who says the camera matters is a fool and a bad photographer who blames his tools. Your picture sense is what allows you to take good pictures. The Camera is a tool. I started out with a small digital camera and this allowed me to identify what I was looking for in a DSLR when I purchased one. So no, its not blasphemous.

I rely on Pre-sets, adjusting when necessary. Often, I do not have the time to go full manual - especially with animals - so I have to rely on a camera with good presets.

I am so sorry, my dear Viking - but it seems you missed out on the two SIGINT Canberras of the Swedish Air Force. How dare you call this Ultimate!!! http://www.spyflight.co.uk/tp52.htm Honestly tough, this is some terrific work on your part. Keep it up!

Love the lighning and the atmosphere. Incidently, I made us photographers a little hangout http://combatace.com/topic/73459-combatace-photographers/

Starys latest thread convinced me that there is probably more people then me and him here who has the particular hobby of photography (in my case, it is my profession). So I tough we could have a little thread of ourselves, show our best pictures, give constructive criticism and discuss equipment. So my first question to get this thread going, what is your equipment, and what picture means the most to you? My Camera bag is currently a Canon 600D. My lenses of choice are Tamron 17-50 2.8 and Canon 70-200 4L USM. Aside from the usual tripod, I also keep a Canon 1.4x Extender Mark II and a EX 430 II in the bag to keep the edge on my side. The picture that means the most to me is probably this one - and the others from the same series. During the spring, there was a lot of storms and bad weather along the coast of Sweden. Mixed with cold weather, this meant quite a few Seal Cubs was found, most in terrible state. Sweden does not have any rehabilitation centers and relies on local Zoo staff to use the resources of their workplaces to nurse the Seals back to health. I have always loved Seals, and keep a membership card at Skansen in order to be able to visit them often; and when I heard they had rescued a little Seal girl, I asked and was allowed to come by and take pictures. To see, and actually pet a small Seal Cub is still one of the greatest experiences I ever had.

Ljungbyhed, Southern Sweden. 6th of January, 1965 It was been a tough new year. All our time is spent rehearsing for our final series of tests. We can all master the J 28B Vampire by now, and that is the least that is expected of us. Some of the lads did not cut it and was thrown out, right on the finish line. I cannot imagine how that would feel. Yet, for all the worry amongst the lads that they will be the next to go, I feel confident that I will be here no matter what. It certainly helps that Captain Johansson has taken a liking to me. Maybe it is because I am the only one here from Gävle, or that I impressed him someway, I do not know. That does not mean he cuts me any slack tough, quite the opposite. Yet, instead of goading us to quit, or calling us stupid when we make mistakes, they are more keen to address them, make us learn from them. Today was our last fighter drill before we went on to live weapons on the range. The Captain says he got us something special this time and that the CO had to request it. This got us a little tense. Fighter drills was usually against other cadets or instructors but this was something else. As we stood on the flight line, the Captain addressed the briefing to us. This was another oddity, as he usually did this in a classroom. He stood rigid and ordered us to scramble as four unknowns was heading onto our vector. We ran to our aircraft and strapped in. Mission: Force the JAKTTRÄNING Flight to Retreat Mission Role: Combat Air Patrol The wingman is absolutely indispensable. I look after the wingman. The wingman looks after me. It's another set of eyes protecting you. That the defensive part. Offensively, it gives you a lot more firepower. We work together. We fight together. The wingman knows what his responsibilities are, and knows what mine are. Wars are not won by individuals. They're won by teams. — Lt. Col. Francis S. "Gabby" Gabreski, USAF, 28 victories in WWII and 6.5 MiGs over Korea The feeling of command is not a good one. You get worried sick for every little detail of your wing, and my wing was a little sore. As Number 2, I had Lars. The Captain had demanded that until he "grew up", he would fly Wingman and Lars was not happy one bit about it. He was certain that the Captain despised him and did not want him to score any simulated kills. My other pair was less restless. They where an oddity but did not look the part, two Twins from Stockholm who both sought themselves to the Air Force and nobody had ever thought they would get this far. Now they where some of the few people pegged as "certain" to pass. They where superior in teamwork and they where usually both addressed, rewarded and punished together and always referred to - even by themselves - as "they". Now, Mattias and Markus Berg would have to make up for Lars. Turning slowly, keeping my eyes on the map features where the next waypoint was, I found myself thinking on the task ahead. There was something special about this. We was usually briefed in a much more open manner - down to knowing exactly who we would be flying against. The only reason for withholding that information was if we was not supposed to know... or if the information did not give us any further knowledge. The last part seemed like utter truth once I tough it, and I ordered the wing to spread out a little further. Whatever we was facing, I was not sure we would see them first. Then No: 3 called out that they had spotted four bogeys incoming fast on our right. And Lars broke formation. Turning to face the bogeys head-to-head, I ordered him back but to no avail. Cursing under my breath, I ordered the twins into a Vee Formation. Ahead of me, I saw Lars pushing his Airframe in full speed towards our foes. I on the other hand slowed us down. What we where facing was not other J 28s and Lars was a fool to think he could take four of them by himself. Two of the enemies broke after him and the other two went for us. As we faced the J 29 Tunnans with black squares on the wing, I yelled "FIRE" and our gun cameras spew out film, that later would have shown if this tactic had worked or not. Ordering the Twins to break and chase the pair we just passed, I went after the aircraft chasing Lars. He flew fast, but not well and I was sure the Bogeys had more pictures of him then his own mother. As I came closer, the second one slowed down and broke right. This was either a trap or a diversion, but I decided to push the attack and see if I could force the other one to break. As I saw the J 29 turn in behind me, I slowed down. And was hit. A radio call echoed in my earphones that I was hit and supposed to return to base. I ordered Lars to follow, but my opponents informed me they had told him thrice and that he did not obey. I suddenly wondered how I had missed them telling him he was hit. Taking my Vampire in a shallow turn left back towards the strip, I watched how the twins defeated their pair but was defeated in turn by the second one. Teamwork had prevailed. And if Lars could not work with the team, I would have him chucked out, if it was in my power to even remotely arrange such a thing. The Captain would not be pleased.