Wonder what I used to do before 9/11? Loved Flight Simulations…main reason I bought a computer.

Man just happened upon this page again while wandering around my site and got a kick about how much I used to love flight simulations. Still love them but have absolutely no time to spend flying hour long missions…those were the days. H2H, hours chatting with friends from around the world while we tried to figure out how to fly against each other though we were at times separated by more than 5,000 miles. Helping the guy who developed one of the first apps to connect people so far away, a program called KAHN.

Those were the days. Going to E3 in 98 to demonstrate Flanker 2. Wow…memories.

Here is a snippet from a really fun review of Falcon 4.

‘THE WAR IN A BOX” FALCON 4 REVIEW Fast forward to late December of 1998….Falcon 4 released, it does the above and more !!!!

Here I am four years later in the pitch black night running north, flying so low in my Viper that I feel like I’m some kind of armored Limbo Dancer….only my night vision goggles are keeping me from becoming just another lawn dart in this carnage called the FLOT of Korea. Under 200 feet over 500kts is supposed to be some kind of insurance against sudden death….but not here. Here over the front edge of the desperate fight for Korea there is no insurance….battles rage below, behind, above and to the sides. I tuck down a bit more and hope I can pass unnoticed…..I call my wingman to close up. I’m nervous I see nothing but chaos around me, I call up AWACS for a threat report….”2 Mig-23’s 350degree’s 5 miles..Angels 4″….ummm this is gonna be close…down just a bit more…at 500kts I wont even know it if I hit the ground…that’s a blessing of sorts. We crest a hill….and tracers find us…jink, jink, chaff flare chaff flare…jink…ping, damn I’m hit…plane shaking…avionics….ok… I got it, cool it still flies…damn get it back down…floated up there….oh shit I think the MiG’s are interested in dancing. Damn….Boresight Aim-120 up…locked ….give the Lead a shot into his face…keep rolling….trail MiG comes around on us…bitch….mother “Yo Wing clear my six” …..”Break RIGHT’…holy shit that missile was annoyed with me, a Hawk gives the other MiG-23 a break for the rest of his life…damn duck down again…give the order to rejoin…settle back down. Plane shaking, shit broken…damn I don’t have any more money to be buying beers for my Chief….call AWAC’S for a threat appraisal, we are cool the closest threat is some iL28’s 10 miles away.

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