Rambler 1-1

Home, home on the range, where the Huns and the Thunderchiefs play,

Perhaps the main character should be a more colourful individual, a character that readers could relate to in a way.

Whoa! VERY nice indeed! I've been looking forward to the CF-101, as it was Canada's only operational fighter that really had teeth!

I can't get the F-14's 330 gallon tanks to show up in-game! I have tried following the instructions as in the download and I have tried adding them in manually from both the wapons pack and from a seperate install of the plane, but to no avail. I am using the latest weapon editor and the stock WEAPONDATA.ini file. I do not have any weapon packs intalled. The Phoenixes that came with the plane will not show either. The only logical thing I can think of for why the tanks won't work is because the information in the downloaded "F-14Weapons.ini" is not compatibale with the new mods of the game engine, despite the fact that information provided is identical to that of the other fuel tanks in the WEAPONDATA.ini. Help? BTW, I am running SFP1 patched up to october '08, pretty much a fresh install with only 2 planes and 3 weapons added on.

Let's see here, have one guy who stays totally neutral emotionally, like he never gets excited or scared, although he has a good sence of humor. Then have his best friend be this really aloof guy who is always forgetting things and getting rejected by girls. And don't forget the "Comedic Relief" guy who is usually oblivious to other people's feelings always talks really loud and says stupid things.

I'm gonna hold an icepack over my banged-up shin, read a book and fall asleep. Good riddens, 2008, don't let the door hit you on the way out. Otherwise, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

11%. I suppose that you can't get any farther from the south than Canada. Heck, I even live in the southern part!

well, I didn't see this one coming. Just don't over-complicate things and this should be good. I would give each character his own semi-personalized plane, because they are, after all, mercenaries. I would suggest using colourful tail markings on camo or just plain silver aircraft. Perhaps even have some of the planes with modifications, like an extra pylon or two or removal and replacement of equipment, like an F-100 with an upgraded engine, a vulcan cannon and extra sidewinder pylons.

With this post, I believe that I will break 1000 posts since I joined in September, almost 15 months ago. I have said some things that I am really proud of and I have said some things that I wish I hadn't, but mostly I've just said mainstream forum small-talk that I like to call "thread filler". I would like to take this oppritunity to thank all the people who conversed (put up?) with me. Without you all, my online life would be meek and meaningless. Despite the fact that I have never met any of you, and some of you could very well be computers programmed to interact with other humans (Sparkomatic?), I still enjoy having something else to do online, and having other people to talk planes with. But most of all, I hope that this thread will help me rack up a couple more posts. You can never have too many! Cheers!

sorry guys, I couldn't resist. I didn't want it to be a competition, I'm just happy that I haven't been kicked out yet (like I have been from a couple other sites ). yeah, and after my 50th or so I pretty much felt that I was an integral member. sine then the post count has become somewhat of a novelty. But a very novel novelty nonetheless.

No! there shall not be any installs that are dedicated to re-enacting movies! Even though "The Final Countdown" actually wasn't too bad. okay, here's mine. WOV(patched, of course.) F-14A, A-10, MiG-23 Green Hell, .CAT extractor And probably Cuba for the other map, if only because it is the only other terrain I've ever used and because it was sorta the same era as vietnam.

They get their very own spam thread. I am one lucky b@stard living the CombatAce dream.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

ok, ok. I see it.

really? Oh well, I suppose that if one really wanted to be authentic, they could rotate the map back to it's original oriantation, but I think that it makes more sence for it to be in the middle east rather then Africa.

Many happy returns! Remember, there is a difference between growing old and being old.

One more! Spamming may not be the best way to build up on-line credibility, but it is a legitimate strategy for making yourself look a lot more professional then you really are. dammit, I'm still 1,012 behind Viggie!

well, comparing the Paran/Dhimar map from SFP1 to the atlas I have here, I'd say that it takes place on the persian gulf, on the Saudi Arabian coastline between Kuwait and Quatar, to be exact. If you will look at the very top of the planning map, you will see a little bit of land. According to the atlas, this could be Iran. The coastine is not a perfect match, of course, but the angle is about right. If you are doing a modern-day campaign, I would say that the two countries seperated from Saudi Arabia. If you are doing a fictional-historic campign, you could say that the two countries were eventually taken over by Saudi Arabia. Either way, go find an atlas (or even google maps) and check out that area. It's a pretty good match.

well, the planning map for SFP1 is the topographical, and it shows the front line between the two. I'll take a screenshot and maybe PM you. Also, I believe that you can download the SFP1 manual from the TW site. And perhaps this should be in SFP1 general discussion...?

Merry christmas everybody! Drinks all 'round! Dammit! It's still christmas eve morning over here! And I still have gifts to wrap!

MOST EXCELLENT! The 101B is my favorite, mainly because it was used by the RCAF! I don't think there could be a better christmas present. Aside from a new computer that is.

Thanks for the flattery guys, I'm glad you're enjoying this. This one is not supposed to rival Dave's Thud story, I just had a very interesting mission that I thought would make a good story. "I can't see sh!t." "shuddup and cut your nav lights, ace." It was a balmy summer night, and even at 8,000 feet, the muggy air was a real pest. We had only been deployed for a couple of weeks, and the weather was definitely not what we were used to. We were about halfway between the military metropolis of Da Nang and our target, a train depot south of Hanoi. And it was damn dark out. It was a small strike force, just two Thuds, and we were carrying a sparse loadout. An ECM pod, a pave spike designator, a single GBU-10 and a couple 450 gallon tanks each rounded out our arsenal. Our object was to get in, hit the target and get out in as little time as possible, undetected. Before us, a little further inalnd, were two flights of Navy F-4s who were to draw all the attention. They made primary contact at about 23:45. "Asp flight, clear to engage." "Fox One" "Fox One" "Fox one" "Fox One" "Fox One" Hopefully the phantoms had drawn the MiGs out and away from us. Running Away was our only option if a MiG happened to find us. My RWR beeped once and flashed on suddenly, the dull green light seeming like a spotlight in the dark, red-lit cockpit. There were a couple radars to the north and one to the east that were looking for us. "Ram, you see em?" "yeah. Drop to 4 grand, ECM on." A clunk and a slight vibration as the outboard-mounted ALQ-87 spooled up and started sending confusing signals to the radars. The RWR flickered, and then all but the one site to our east dissapeared. There were still calls over the radio from the Phantoms. They had apparently engaged a flight of MiGs and had a field day on them. Four or five MiGs down. They were calling in another set of contacts coming down from the north. "Showtime, Bogeys, 'bout 80 miles north, not closing." "Roger, Asp." I checked my kneeboard and airspeed. "9 minutes to target." "*click*" I didn't dare switch on my radar, the beams could be easily HOLYSH!T The RWR was on again, this time beeping profusely. The site to our east, now our south-east, had a lock. On me. "Ace, open formation and drop to one thou. I'm locked." "Roger, dropping to one." I rolled over and quickly dropped down to 900 feet. there were 600-foot hills and 700 foot radio towers in this area. The lock stuck. I flashed my lights so my wingie could see me. Now there were two more sites up north locked on me. "Ram, I'm locked." "One minute, then drop to five hundred." We didn't have a minute. The beeping in my RWR doubled in speed. I saw two flashes in the distance, both to the north. SAMs. "Ram, they're firing!" I didn't bother to reply. The SAMs were climbing from launch, trailing plumes of smoke that were eerily illuminated by the rocket engines. Unable to drop any further, I turned towards the nearest one. It finished it's first stage and turned into a phantom streak, coming straight towards me. The other missile didn't track. The SAM came closer, I could see it's white illuminated smoke trail. At the last second I rolled and pulled a break turn, dropping to 700 feet. The Missile streaked by behind me. That was close. "Ace, where are you?" I caught the flash of strobe lights out of the corner of my eye and moved to rejoin. he was low, hardy 500 feet. "What's your ET?" "Two minutes." I looked ahead and saw the lights of the train depot. I flipped on the Pave Spike. The hastily added TV screen in the pit blinked on in green-and-black, pointing at the depot. A minute out, I climbed up to two thousand feet, just like Ace had done thirty seconds before. My RWR protested profusely, warning me of half a dozen SAM sites that were tracking me. The other half-doven were tracking and firing at Ace. I centered the Pave Spike on target just as his bomb landed on a fuel car. The split-second of daylight exposed the point where the six rails of the depot joined into one. Tallyho. The pave spike centered and saved, I rolled in. A couple sites got locks on me and fired, but I was already on my run. Accelerating through 500 knots center on target damn that's a lot of SAMs oh sh!t there's a AAA site firing he's pretty close don't pay attention to him stay on target 550 knots target locked 900 feet off BOMBGONE! Minding the Pave Spike and the AAA at the same time, I pulled out gently and arced into a left turn-aleron roll-right turn-aleron roll left turn BOOOOMMM! No time to see if I hit it there's a lot of AAA all converging on me damn I hope Ace isn't waiting OH FU*K THERES A LOT OF AAA RIGHT THERE IT'S GOT ME BRACKETED MOTHER OF GODDDDD! WHUMPWHUMPWHUMPSMACK! The Thud shook like a boken washing machine and yawed to the left. I put in right rudder and aleron and pulled up, engine full military, 500 knots or so about 500 feet off the ground. There was still some green tracer chasing me, but it was way off. Engine instruments look good... damn it's a miracle! Hydraulics all good, flight controls working, just a little left yaw, countered with rudder trim. I'd better stay low, head for the hills. Cruise throttle, 520 knots. I got over the hills and climbed up to cruise altitude. Leaking a bit of fuel, I dropped the stores. Next order of business, find my wingie. "Ace, this is Ramber. Copy? .... "Showtime two, Lead. Do you copy?" .... I continued to broadcast until I got a static-laced call back from a group on the ground. "Hey, ah..... Showtime lead ..... Echo company of the seventh of ...... had something big go over, smoking ..... went in near the LZ. ......ing it out." "Roger that. Thanks" My fuel situation was getting bad. I throttled back to minimum cruise and checked my chart. If I was lucky, I could make it to a small air base outside of Hue which was being used for C-130s. It was short, but possible. It was just first light as I turned onto final. I put out flaps, gear and landing flaps, and the tail hook so I wouldn't overrun. I intercepted the glideslope and then slowed down to minimum landing speed. There was some flutter from the left wing, but I was concentrating on landing. The wheels touhed at the very threshhold of the runway and the plane clunked down. Then it started to turn to the right. I tried to counter it with rudder, but the slower we went, the more we turned and it must be a flat tire damnit it's gonna ground loop should I- ooOOOOOOOFFFF! The tail hook caught the wire placed halfway down the runway and pulled us to a stop, preventing a ground loop. Thank God. Upon inspection of the plane after landing, there were two large holes in the left wing, one in the left aileron and one that hit the right wing root and fragmented, puncturing the fuel tank and the right tire. That was close. Ace managed to eject just before his Thud became a crater, and was badly injured, but recovered. We never flew another night mission.

Damm good! blows the doors off of any of my scrawlings.

"If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is 'poontang'."

well, I just attacked Hanoi in a thid via thud ridge, and I have to say that Gepard did a very nice job with Vietnam.