You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
Suddenly a thin, pole-shaped object shot up exactly between the F-4 and<br />
myself. For a second, I was too surprised to react. But Orca instantly weaved away<br />
to the west and I saw a string of glowing flares drop away from his tail section.<br />
“Shit . . .” Weaving the other way, I also thumbed out some flares. Rolling up<br />
on my left wing, I stared down and realized what had happened. The Iraqis had<br />
lugged some shoulder-launched missiles, MANPADS, onto the 12,000-foot peaks,<br />
and they were shooting at our contrails.<br />
Orca knew it, too, because he shoved the nose over and descended below the<br />
layer of air that caused contrails. And then we were past the peaks and into Turkey.<br />
More lessons. Don’t ever fly in the contrail layer unless you want to be seen, and<br />
never relax in enemy territory.<br />
Exhaling, I shook my head as we headed for the air-refueling tanker track over<br />
Lake Van. What a morning. But we were back in Turkey, relatively safe and—<br />
“CONAN One . . . pop-up threat . . . Bogey . . . nose fifteen . . . low.”<br />
CONAN was the flight of F-15s above us.<br />
What the fuck<br />
“TORCH flight . . . bracket . . . bracket!” Orca snapped and instantly rolled hard<br />
away to the west. Reflexively, I cranked away from him to the east, and we were<br />
set in a classic pincer maneuver that was supposed to force an enemy fighter to<br />
pick a side. This would expose him to the jet he didn’t attack—and then he’d die.<br />
“CONAN . . . this is CHAINSAW . . . say again” The AWACS controller<br />
sounded incredulous.<br />
But we were in Turkey. How in the hell did a MiG slip past and get behind us<br />
The tankers, I realized, as I fumbled with my mask and tried to pull my head out of<br />
my ass. The MiG must be attacking the tankers! There was no time for a radar<br />
search, so I pushed in with my left thumb and instantly brought up the “Slewable<br />
Air Combat Maneuvering” mode. This was a quick-reaction mode, utilized to point<br />
the radar at threats less than ten miles away: it would automatically lock on<br />
whatever it found.<br />
I glanced up, saw the Eagles making contrails and eyeballed where the threat<br />
must be. Slewing the pointing cross left and down in the HUD, I let go and waited<br />
as the two F-15s began their attack. They’d called it a “Bogey” instead of a<br />
“Bandit” which meant they couldn’t positively identify it as hostile. Identification<br />
could be done with a variety of electronic systems on both the F-16 and F-15, but<br />
there hadn’t been time. So the aircraft would remain “unknown” until it could be<br />
visually identified or committed a hostile act. Like shooting at one of us.<br />
“LOCK . . . LOCK . . .”