I’ll be back on tonight.
That was a blast. Right up to the point where Snark’s DCS crashed. Well to be honest it was a blast after he left but still a disappointment that the guy who planned the flight didn’t get to fly it. And thank you, 'Snark, for teaching me a few of the ropes on deploying resources on the server. I am embarrassed to admit that a few weeks ago I spent 20 minutes trying to slingload a Russian Jeep (or whatever they call those things).
After your departure, Freak and I continued as best we could with a Huey full of troops and a Gazelle with a JTAC outfit stored under the seats. We stopped in a valley 10 miles shy of the border and Sochi to go over our plan. I would cover his drop and then head for the hill overlooking the airport. I went to the wrong side of the hill and quickly darted off to the other side losing Freak in the process. While I was climbing up the road to the summit a piercing squeal drove me to distraction. I thought it was somebody talking on UHF 264.0 with a bad mic. Three missiles buzzing past reminded me rudely that I have a RWR. That thing had been dead silent all this time and only now did I learn that it does have an audio function, but only when in deep doodoo. Freak got hit because I failed to warn him of the bad position I had found for us. But just like the old lady driver who causes accidents but never actually gets into them herself, I lived on. An overhead A-10 took out the offending SA site and I got to use my HOT’s in multiplayer anger for the first time, taking out a Shilka and the Radar for the SA site. Without enough kerosene to get me back to Gadauta, I landed and shut down at the base of the hill.