NO8 CHINESE PROSPERITY
On holiday in Taiwan enjoying a break on the west coast, fine five star hotel, great scenery, nice beach and pretty gals. Two weeks of bliss at a new holiday destination. Little was I aware that Red China was about to plan her invasion to unite her renegade province by force. Recent jet air combats left an uneasy peace with Taiwan the victor.
I got up at dinnertime after a long heady night out, to see short range rockets hit the train station. Huge blasts ruptured the sky, knocking me senseless. Medium range missiles thundered inland hitting hell knows what. Taiwanese jet fighters rose in their dozens form their bases and headed west. Distant explosions rocked the blue summer Asian sky. What do I do as the air attack sirens sound?
KNOCK EM DEAD
Her plan didn’t go smoothly, her rockets had caused huge material damage but she hadn’t caught the Taiwanese air force on the ground. Their jets had been dispersed; they knew what their brothers were planning. Huge aerial encounters of over a hundred warplanes knocked them dead. By sea communist troops embarked in ships to invade, most died in the ocean. Taiwan missile strikes killed thousands and still they came, unstoppable. A single Taiwan jet carried one secret bomb, heading to Shanghai. The end…
MESSERSCHMITT DEATH MACHINE
Yankee terror bombers fly overhead to bomb our cities and our military targets.
Stop them! Quick, into our Messerschmitt 109G’s.
Take off; rise up to do battle with the infidels armed with their fifty calibre super heavy machine guns.
We have a few toys too! We drop 500-pound bombs on B-17s timed to go off and send them to hell! One-way ticket, don’t forget to pay the ferry man.
Backed up by big fat 30mm cannon in the engine, punch big fat holes into the terror bombers - kill them! Twin 13mm guns in the engine cowling to rat-atat-tat the big bad yanks.
And two 20mm cannons, one under each wing to do more killing and bomber destruction or two 210mm rockets to kill from stand off range, break up their formations to execute them one at a time.
Messerschmitt 109G death machine, weapons platform.
What about Focke Wulf 190? Four 20mm guns, two 13mm guns, bombs, rockets or 30mm guns. Use these up, ram the bastards! Official suicide squad, Nazi style.
SOME KIND OF DANCE
The bastards came and hit Darwin.
Our radar warned us in time,
we got three squadrons of Spitfires scrambled and had height on our side.
Now we’ll show the Nips!
Diving down we got two of the deadly Zero fighters, their best naval fighter ever built. Counter attack! Quickly a Spit is hit and the pilot is in the water.
We try to out turn them as we did with the 109 and 190s in Europe.
But these Zekes turn like the Devil possesses them.
Our tactics are wrong!
Soon Spitfires join Zeros falling down on fire.
If our Intel boys had learnt from the Flying Tigers and their crap P-40s we’d have nailed the rising sun boys, dive and zoom all the way.
Never turn with a Zero! They’re like sports planes with 20mm cannons.
We did win this fight though coz we ripped their bombers a new arse hole, Battle of Britain style. Our trials aren’t over yet; we used all of our fuel up.
Many of us had to force land killing one pilot.
Next time we’ll nail the bastards, dive and zoom all the way.
How will history judge this epic encounter of Spit versus Zero?
ONE STEP AHEAD
One step ahead of Imperial Japanese forces, we were kicked out of the Dutch East Indies, fleeing for our lives. We escaped in Dutch Air Service Dornier 24 flying boats and others, ending up at Broome, Australia. Free for now from the marauding Jap Zero fighters, they can’t catch us here!
Our Dornier is about to depart to sanctuary in southern Australia, we’re in the flying boat when they come out of our autumn sky and oh fucking hell, the Japs are here! Nine Mitsubishi Zero fighters begin their attack runs. Our plane is fuelled up, full of civilians ready to begin our new life down south. We’ll never see our East Indies again!
Bullets and cannon shells fall amongst our fifteen flying boats setting them on fire, killing us! There are no soldiers here only men, women and kids. One by one fifteen flying boats settle on the sea bed – 8 Catalina, 2 Short C Class and 5 Dornier 24 aircraft.
Don’t you know there are civilians on these blazing sinking aircraft? There’s no air defence here but one zero was nailed when they hit our air base inland – not all one-way! Carnage reigned there but not the end! The bastards got a DC-3 full of civilians and a B-24 full of injured servicemen.
As my Dornier burns tell them my name is Anneke and I’m from the Dutch East Indies…
KAHLIA AKASHA IS BACK, SORT OF LOL
We armed our jet with 8 anti ship missiles; every single under wing weapon pylon was spoken for. Under fuselage drop tank full of fuel, in front of that twin barrel 30mm gun with 200 armour piercing shells. We where forward based on a dusty coastal track in southwest India. The Pak Navy sank the Indian aircraft carrier and her Sea Harriers; we can’t use her as a springboard. On the beach, fuel topped up, weapons armed, final checks done.
We took off heading west to engage the Pakistan Navy. To sink their ex British and American destroyers. Just as they sank the ex Brit carrier India had. Mad. Nice low slow cruise 50ft above the choppy fog laden sea. 200knots, 220mph. She would touch 530mph but we had to go slow, we had 8 ships to kill. My wife flew our plane in the back cockpit. I monitored the juicy missiles below our stealth fighter plane. Used infrared to scan ahead, just ghostly images hidden by the fog. I tried the laser range finder, so many readings due to the shifting fog. Radar! Two scans, off. There! The 1st Pak Navy ship, a Type21 Frigate ex Royal Navy. Let’s do an Argy and sink it!
Our Chain Head missiles are better than Exocet, 25yrs ahead in tech and lethality. My wife kept our jet 50ft above the ocean, our grave if she hated me. I confirmed, ‘Missile 1 locked on, missile 2 ready to lockup any new target,’ then my lady lifted our port wing. Unbalancing me, just illusion. Enough room for our weapon to launch without hitting the sea, yet our rite wing was 20ft above the sea! A big wave would swamp us. Mad. Away! Orange bright flare devil roar missile gone. Radar on again to sweep ahead, weapon merging with Pak ship 80 miles distant.
Time to turn gently away; we have 7 more ships to find in the fog and coming night. We’re an unseen ghost below enemy radar, flying slow to save fuel. We have forever to do our job. Sink the Pak navy. Any survivors in the water will get 30mm shells if we don’t shoot up any ships. Let’s hope our missiles work. I wana strafe some drowning men. Our black painted Soviet prop jet fighter slides through the evening fog as a distant orange flash flares and dies. 7 anti ship missiles left. We’ll evade their 40yr old Mirage jets...
FIGHTER PILOT
So you are a fighter pilot in one of today’s latest jets.
Tell me what it is like to fly, to fight and to die in the air?
All of the crushing g-forces and dizzying changes
of direction happening all at once.
I bet that there’s no glory in your battles,
only pain, mutilation and death.
But this is your game, an aerial ballet
of chess where the victors come home
and the vanquished cease to exist.
I’d like to see what you see just for a day,
to experience what it is like to be a fighter pilot.
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