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clear of downtown. Sixty-one hundred pounds of fuel. That gave us a bit more than<br />
two thousand pounds to play with before he was BINGO (out of fuel) and we’d<br />
have to return to the tanker for gas.<br />
I pictured it in my head as if I was looking down from above. God’s-eye view,<br />
we called it. If the target was the center of a clock face, I was at six o’clock and my<br />
wingman was at four o’clock. I’d turn north toward twelve o’clock and attack.<br />
Number Two would circle up toward three o’clock and then turn in for his own<br />
attack. The time it took him to do that would keep him clear of my frag. (“Frag”<br />
was short for fragments—the bits of my bombs and whatever I’d hit that were on<br />
their way back down after being blown up. It was critical not to fly through the<br />
crap, since engines didn’t agree with pieces of metal passing inside them.)<br />
“ELI Two . . . arc east at ten miles and call in from the east.”<br />
Hopefully, this would work. With any luck, the Iraqis would be looking in the<br />
direction I’d come from and my wingman would hit them from the side. You never<br />
both attacked from the same direction if you could help it.<br />
He zippered the mike, and then said, “Check cameras on . . . Green it up.”<br />
I checked my switches again and made sure the camera was filming and the<br />
master arm was on, or “green.” That was another advantage to flying with another<br />
highly experienced pilot. He was thinking ahead, too. Zing was a good man. It<br />
made things easier when you didn’t have to keep track of several young,<br />
inexperienced wingmen.<br />
My headset gave me a cricket-like chirp, and I glanced down at the right-hand<br />
display above my knees. Multi Function Displays (MFD) were an amazing bit of<br />
situational awareness. As the name implied, they could be set up to show almost<br />
anything related to the jet, the weapons, or the area you were fighting. On the right<br />
MFD, I had a screen up that presented known SAM rings, several routes of strike<br />
aircraft, and my current target. The left display was used for my air-to-air radar.<br />
A tiny symbol appeared, accompanied by another chirp, as my wingman datalinked<br />
me his position. He’d avoided the unmarked SAM and Triple-A belt that I’d<br />
found and was angling around to attack from the east.<br />
I looked down and saw the northeast Baghdad suburbs disappearing beneath the<br />
left wing. It was time.<br />
“One is in from the south.”<br />
Rolling and pulling, I brought the fighter around to the north and shoved the<br />
throttle up to full non-afterburning power. The F-16 surged forward immediately,<br />
and I checked the HUD.<br />
9.1 miles to the target.