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- Special-Ops Mission # 1
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- CAMPAIGN INFO
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- This campaign was written by :
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- Steven "Peregrin" Ouellette
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- email: GrnGrnFlcn@aol.com
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- This mission was distributed via the USNF webpage :
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- http://www.cs.utwente.nl
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- /~kamps/usnf.html
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- INTRODUCTION / AIR SHOW
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- Washington
- Date : August 1
- LOCAL TIME : 0015
- WEATHER : Rain
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- INTRODUCTION
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-
- "Ah, shit. What've I got myself into now?" Muttering to myself has cost me
- two marriages and more commissions than I care to remember. Still, it seems
- to me that I attract more than my share of trouble. Of course working for
- Special Ops as the resident jet guru might be said to be a trouble magnet
- anyway.
-
- I was on my way to Boss' office. That's the only name anyone knew him by.
- Whenever I got those middle of the night calls to report to Boss, I knew I
- had screwed up. Either it was something I did, or just the fact that I had
- opted for one more tour of spook central, and not taken one of those cushy
- civilian consulting jobs I kept hearing about.
-
- I was going over in my mind the list of my most recent transgressions which
- might account for this special visit. I really didn't think Boss knew about
- Nicaragua, yet. And the fact I was dating (or something) his secretary was a
- well-kept secret.
-
- I think.
-
- I approached the office door, no less ominous for the fact that it was a
- standard government blue-green and had a plaque which stated it lead to
- "Office Supplies." Everybody's got a sense of humor. Except Boss.
-
- "Get in here, Carter." The old man's voice was vigorous, calm, always
- courteous, and had been known to cause Marine sergeants to beg for mercy.
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- "Colonel Reginald Carter, reporting, sir." Although Boss wasn't officially
- military, its best to play it safe with him. Besides, I genuinely respected
- him.
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- "Have a seat, son."
-
- Uh-oh, he DOES know about Mary.
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- "Carter, I know that, for all your faults, you truly believe that this
- monstrous bureaucracy we both work for is the worst form of government,
- except for all the others."
-
- It took me a second, too. "Uh, yes sir."
-
- "I want you to resign your commission and retire."
-
- Now, you've got to understand how many times I had been made Major, and how
- many times I'd heard the same request from my superior officers. But never
- from Boss.
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- "Boss, I just got my eagles back again! Whatever it was, I won't do it
- again."
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- "Don't tell a fib, son. And its not what you think. I've got a special
- mission for you, but it has to be unofficial. I want you to teach some boys
- how to fly, American-style."
-
- This was more like it. "Yessir! What am I volunteered for this time?"
-
- "Things are getting stirred up in Russia and the former Warsaw Pact
- countries. I want a group of native pilots in each allied country to form a
- nucleus of tough, do or die jocks that can splash a MiG, rebuild a Su-27 and
- whistle 'America the Beautiful' with half their brain tied behind their
- back."
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- Boss occasionally gets carried away by his metaphors. But this
- assignment...ever been offered the opportunity to mold the shape of an entire
- country's fighting force? Didn't think so. Fantastic!
-
- "What's the scoop, Boss?"
-
- "We've acquired some aircraft from private sources with no link back to the
- government. Your persona is that of a hired military advisor. When you
- leave here today, your official contact with the United States of America is
- severed. We don't know you, and you never heard of us."
-
- "Where's the party?"
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- "Your area is the Ukraine."
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- "Aw, jeez Boss. Can't you send me somewhere a little more exciting? Ukraine
- has been stable for years now. Russia won't endanger that contact with the
- West, much less the supply of oil."
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- "That's your lot, son. Brush up on your Russian. We start planning the
- logistics in a week."
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- A little later...
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- "Holy Christ! F-104's and A-7's? Where did you guys get this stuff, a used
- car lot?"
-
- Shultz, the guy I was considering beating with the nearest blunt object, got
- all defensive. "Listen, Carter. It's not like your going into combat. They
- just need to learn how to interact with some American and allied planes.
- Escort, bombing, whatever. You'll be getting some live ordinance, both in
- the original drop as well as supplies from the Ukrainian government. The
- planes are easy to maintain, with plenty of spare parts. Do you know what
- kind of crew and equipment is necessary to keep an F-22 aloft? Give it up."
-
- "Shultz, although the Ukraine is not the hot bed of the world right now, it
- is bordered by lots of potential bad guys. I wear belts AND suspenders. At
- least gimme some a decent interceptor and some AMRAAMs."
-
- "No can do, fly boy. Boss's orders. This is supposed to be low-profile,
- private funding, remember?"
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- I figured Boss was punishing me. The F-104 is fast, all right, but it has
- the turning radius of the QE II. And the all-weather A-7 was a good plane in
- it's time, but was rapidly being phased out for the F/A-18.
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- "What about FLIR pods, Paveways, AIM-9 .underline Ms ..underline for
- gossakes?"
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- "Have to do without. Later in the training if you keep your head down, we
- might sneak a rooskie FLIR in. And we're giving you live Sparrows and
- AIM-9B's for interceptor practice."
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- "Maybe you got a long bow for over-the-horizon launches. Or a muzzle-loader
- for AAA?"
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- "Can it, Carter. You're civvie now. Take what you get and deal with it."
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- The repulsive little toad stomped off to some slimy rock while I muttered
- curses in four languages.
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- Boss MUST'VE found out about Mary. Damn!
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- Arriving in Ukraine...
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- I stepped off the Herc as the unloading crew started the long job of pulling
- out the planes, parts, and what little ordinance I had been given. I was met
- by a career Colonel in the Ukrainian army who was to be my liaison during
- this assignment.
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- "Welcome to the Ukraine, Col. Smith. I hope your flight was enjoyable."
-
- "Well, the accommodations in a C-130 are surprisingly adequate. Got some
- handball in during the ocean crossing."
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- I hope you are ready to get down to business right away. We have a long way
- to go before this base is functional."
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- I groaned mentally, but truthfully, I was bored silly on the flight, and any
- distraction was welcome.
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- Colonel Poltava escorted me around the small base. It was little more than a
- graded plot of dirt with some prefabs going up for hangers and storage. The
- view was breathtaking. We were somewhere between one and two thousand feet
- above sea level in a bowl-like depression overlooking a rustic valley. The
- needles in the pine trees rustled in a cool breeze and small woodland animals
- could be seen on the edge of the tarmac. According to the map, we were close
- to a little town called Vinnytsya, but the covert nature of the base would of
- course preclude any social visits.
-
- "You will notice the camouflage over everything. We have attempted to keep
- knowledge of this base from the Russians, just in case. At scheduled
- intervals, we cover everything over as the spy satellite crosses."
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- "And this tree here in the runway?"
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- "A masterful American hologram. We really have spared no expense to make
- this base unknown."
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- "Uh," I grunted.
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- "Oh, and watch out for the end of the runway. Its pretty rough there and it
- could damage your plane if you hit it at take-off speeds."
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- The living quarters were a walled off section of the prefab hanger. Water
- was provided by filling up a bucket from a nearby stream. Showers were of
- solar-heated rainwater collected on the roof. If there was no solar, there
- was no heat. Ah well, I've certainly lived in worse. At least there weren't
- any bullets zinging around.
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- The colonel introduced me to my two assistants. Boris Grolzkey was a huge,
- hairy man with arms the size of tree trunks. I wondered how he fit into a
- cockpit. A native Russian, he took pains to announce that he had lived his
- whole life in the Ukraine and truly thought of it as his Motherland. I
- instantly named him "Bear", which he accepted with only a show of ill-humor.
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- Nikolai Uzhorod was a true-blue Ukrainian. I named him "Popcorn" since that
- was the only English word he knew. But he was very proud of it, and rolled
- the sounds around in his mouth.
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- We had not yet received the students we would be training, since the place
- was still being completed. Col. Poltava guessed we would be up and running
- within a week, but that the students would arrive in about a month.
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- SITUATION
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- About a week and a half after I had arrived, Col. Poltava interrupted me as
- I was fixing the hanger door for the fourth time. The techs were doing what
- they could for the museum pieces, and it was up to me to keep the darn
- building standing.
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- "These goddamn Russian parts! How do they quench these bolts, piss on 'em?"
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- The colonel was getting used to my verbal diarrhea and usually ignored me.
- "Col. Smith, some of the local farmers are coming to us with concerns about
- the base. I think we should offer them a good will gesture of some sort."
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- "Whaddya want to do, let them garden in between the runways or something?"
-
- "Well, no. I think that most of their anxiety comes from seeing and hearing
- these imposing American planes."
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- "Ukrainian," I reminded him.
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- "Right. Anyway, I have received permission to put on a short air show
- demonstration to let them see that these machines are not war machines, but
- training tools. It is especially important to get their approval with things
- in Moscow deteriorating right now."
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- I dropped the tool I had been banging with and stared at him with my mouth
- open. "You mean you want me to fly loop-de-loops over your super-secret
- base? Does that make a lot of sense?" I stared at him and tilted my head,
- "Have you been listening to C-SPAN on Radio Free Europe again?"
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- "We will do it when the satellite is out of range and it will only be a few
- minutes. If you keep your radar emitter off, it is unlikely anyone will even
- pick you up in this remote location." He said the latter somewhat stiffly.
- "We are, after all, far away from Russia here."
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- Shaking my head at government logic, I went inside to see how the check-out
- was going for the F-104.
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- Date : August 15
- LOCAL TIME : 1200
- WEATHER : Clear
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- MISSION OBJECTIVE
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- "Ok, here is the plan for the demonstration. I'll be flying the F-104 (God
- help me). I'll take off to the north to waypoint 1, about 2000ft, turn back
- around and buzz the bastards on the ground with full afterburner to waypoint
- 2. I'll turn around again, align with the runway, hit the afterburner and
- pull into an outside loop over the runway."
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- "Don't forget to cut your afterburner once you reach the top."
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- "I know, Bear. I'll finish the loop, again over the runway, then hit aft
- again and go into a ballistic roll to angels 10, stall it out, then plummet
- back to the crowd. I'll use the speed to go into as high a g turn as those
- stubby little wings can give me around the runway, then line up to land.
- I'll be taking a minimum load out to eke out what little maneuverability I
- can. No fuel tanks, just AIM-9B's on the wingtips for looks. Sound
- thrilling?"
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- "Have fun, Colonel."
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- ORDER OF BATTLE
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- Force size : 1
- Aircraft : F-104
- Weapon Loadout : 2 x AIM-9B's
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- THREAT DATA
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- GROUND THREATS : NONE
- AIR OPPOSITION : NONE
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- MISSION SUCCESS
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- The F-104 taxied to a stop at the far end of the runway. I pulled off my
- helmet and sat still in my sweat-soaked flight suit.
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- "Jumpin' Jehosophat," I whispered to myself. "I'm probably in the shit for
- sure, now."
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- Bear and Popcorn came running up, followed by a puffing Col. Poltava. "Jesu,
- are you all right Eagle?"
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- "Yup." I looked at Poltava, "Where the hell did that MiG come from?"
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- "We are still trying to track it down. Command thinks he was a Russian,
- though."
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- "What was a Russian MiG doing here, and why did he try to shoot me down?"
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- Everyone looked on in baffled silence.
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- Then Popcorn said, "Hey, the crowd really liked the show, Colonel."
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- Later, I was talking with Boss on the scrambled satellite link.
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- "Intel thinks he was a loony tune, but the Russians are making official
- noises about "excessive force" and "accidental navigation." Old Yeltsin is
- taking a beating from the hard line guys. Boss, it seems to me this
- situation plays right into their hands all too well."
-
- "I agree, Carter. That MiG was looking for a fight. He just happened to see
- you hanging up there with your ass in the wind and thought he'd play it safe.
- Lucky you had real missiles."
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- "Real missiles? AIM9-B's aren't real missiles. Listen, things are heating
- up here. I think you should get me some decent ordinance and maybe a plane
- or two just in case. I've already asked Poltava for some AAA and SAM defense
- hardware."
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- "No can do, Reg. You are on your own. Whatever you can get from the
- Ukrainian government will have to do. Hang tight. Boss out."
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- MISSION FAILURE
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- That MiG was meant to be a surprise(That is why I told you to keep your
- RADAR OFF.) You still should of been able to out fight one measly Mig.
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