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At eight miles, I nosed over slightly and watched the TD box settle on the SAM<br />
complex. There were two sprawling neighborhoods just south of the canal,<br />
separated by a triangular swath of ground that looked like a trash dump. The SAM<br />
site was just north of the canal and the dump. I was going to hit the southern edge<br />
of the complex where I’d seen the other revetments. The wind behind me would<br />
blow the smoke over Baghdad and leave the target area clear for the others. Even<br />
as I watched, I saw the familiar rolling cloud of a missile launch; lucky for me, it<br />
came from the south corner of the site.<br />
“ELI Three, missile in the air, Bull zero-two-two for seven.”<br />
My wingman jumped on it. “ELI Four, attacking . . . SA-3!”<br />
“Negative.” I looked over at him. “Negative. LAPEL Four . . . Slapshot SA-3,<br />
target area.” Five miles from the target area, the last thing I wanted was a huge ball<br />
of HARM smoke showing our position. Might as well hang a big neon SHOOT ME<br />
sign overhead.<br />
“LAPEL Four, Magnum SA-3!”<br />
My hands were light on the stick and throttle, ready to slam sideways and get<br />
the fuck out if the SAM showed any signs of having been corrected in my direction.<br />
But it didn’t. The missile headed west in a slight climb, leaving a wobbly gray trail<br />
across the skyline. It also left an excellent visual cue for me—again, I followed the<br />
smoke to its launch point. The revetments were a bit farther west than I<br />
remembered, but there was an algae-covered irrigation ditch pointed directly at the<br />
SAM cluster. It looked like a nasty green finger.<br />
Pulling the power back, I passed through 7,000 feet. That weird, bright-red<br />
section of canal caught the corner of my left eye while Triple-A sparkled off to the<br />
right toward Taji. Leaning forward, I hung in space for a moment and took in the<br />
target area. There were four big revetments and several smaller ones. The one<br />
where the smoke had come up from was next to a road, and I could see the familiar<br />
pencil-shaped missiles sticking up from the earth. The other revetments had<br />
missiles, too, but the Iraqis were big believers in decoys.<br />
This one was real.<br />
As the pipper touched the lip of the emplacement, my thumb came down on the<br />
pickle button. For a half second, I did nothing till the bomb cleared the wing.<br />
Pulling straight up to the horizon, I immediately rolled hard right and shoved the<br />
throttle into mil power.<br />
“ELI Three, Rifle SA-3!”<br />
As I came around, heading west to parallel the canal, every gun on the complex<br />
opened up. Flipping upside down, I pulled toward the ground and headed north as