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“FABLE One . . . Rifle.”<br />
Holding steady a moment, I felt the cluster bombs kick off. Glancing over at my<br />
wingman, I saw a single CBU drop from under his left wing. Pulling straight up to<br />
the horizon, I rolled left to the north and snapped upright. FABLE Two floated past<br />
my tail as I twitched to the left. Bunting over, I popped a chaff bundle, came hard<br />
right, and stared back at the airfield.<br />
For a second, all was quiet. A typical airfield with tin roofs shining in the weak<br />
sun and clusters of brown buildings against the tan dirt of Iraq. But then I saw the<br />
ground explode upward in dirty pillars of gravel and metal fragments. The plane, or<br />
something flammable, blew up. Red flames shot up through the dust and almost<br />
immediately turned into black smoke.<br />
“Cool,” a voice said. My wingman, feeling his oats. This was my fifteenth<br />
combat mission in this war, and I was too jaded at this point to get excited.<br />
However, I did take a professional interest in destruction and noticed a smaller<br />
blast a hundred yards east of mine in the dirt next to the runway. He’d pickled late<br />
and missed the hangars. I zippered the mike and brought us around heading north.<br />
“Two, at six miles turn back in for your re-attack. One will stay high, arc east,<br />
and keep you in sight.”<br />
So he did. The other F-16 ramped down in line with the runway as I stayed over<br />
the Diyala River and looked out for Triple-A or SAMs. There were none, but I did<br />
find three revetments with aircraft. As Number Two came off, he pulled away to<br />
the west and began to climb. I continued to arc around the southern end of the<br />
runway and watched his CBU impact in the middle of the fire. We rejoined to the<br />
south, and my wingman remained high for cover while I dropped in and emptied<br />
the gun out after four strafe passes. A pair of aircraft blew up and burned in their<br />
revetments. I made a couple passes against the third one but never could get it to<br />
blow. Either it was a decoy, or its tanks were empty, or I missed. Twice.<br />
Personally, I’d go with options one or two. Still, anything’s possible.<br />
Figuring we’d wrapped it up, Two and I went to the tanker and headed home.<br />
Chucky had a good mission, and together we bagged at least three aircraft, a<br />
hangar, and probably a bulldozer or two. What a Turkey Shoot. I remember<br />
thinking that the war was about over.<br />
Wrong.<br />
APRIL 13 DAWNED CLEAR AND BEAUTIFUL, FOR A CHANGE . No clouds, light winds, and<br />
maybe 200 miles of visibility. As AGNEW 21, I led the last two-ship of the