This section will be used for posting answers to my trivia questions and contests that will be coming soon! PLEASE no posts here until then. Thanks!!
HAOLE
The answer to the first question is
.................Incentive Ride
and your BMW doesn't count damit :nono:
Ok now what did I win and when do I get it?
note to self...I should not of left the door open on that one
:clown:
Ok guys/gals...the new web site is up and the Haole Trivia is open for you Area 51 members. The rules are there in Haoles Corner under Trivia. You can send your answer/response to my PM. Now for the prize and deadline...You have until midnight (Eastern Time) Feb 18th to turn in your response and the prize will be a F-16 print signed by the pilots of the 157th Fighter Squadron (as many of them as I can get at least!). It is a side view of one of our jets, it has the history of the squadron at the bottom and as I said will be signed by the pilots. I'll try to find a pic of one and post it for you guys. Good luck and have fun!! I look forward to reading the responses!
Cheers!
Haole!
By the way....The 157th FS does not endorse Fighter Ops in any manner. I buy all prizes of this sort straight from the squadron store just as any one else would. I just wanted to make sure that was all clear:bigsmile:
Did any Area 51 members see the Trivia link on Haoles Corner?
Did any Area 51 members see the Trivia link on Haoles Corner?
It took a while for my browser to clear its cache and show the new links (like a few days!)
I'm thinking up a scenario now.....
ahhh ... now I get it - I have to sign in to Area51 to see the new trivia link - very clever :doh:
Bigfoot209th
02-09-2005, 12:48
...exactly how we will keep those anti-Taliban forces protected on their way through the mountains. The U.S. Special Forces in the front of the column are spotting and identifying potential ambush locations ahead, then relaying coordinates to the ground controller for air support.
After clearing out quite a few hotspots with CBU, my flight is cleared to RTB, so we dial up the tanker on TACAN and prepare to refuel before the long trip home.
Hammer_61
02-20-2005, 16:47
It’s been a long flight from my base to Afghanistan. Over two and a half hours to be exact! We are just now checking in and trying to catch up on what all is going on in the area. As we check in we get a call from AWACS to contact a controller on frequency XXX.XX for tasking. We push over to that frequency, check in and find out that we are talking to an individual on the ground. We proceed to the area where the controller is located on the ground and start coordinating….
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Over the area at FL 250 and 450kts IAS, we set up a lazy racetrack pattern about two-zero clicks south of the town of Gardez. As we are extremely close to the border with Pakistan, situational awareness is a must. Would hate to have to frag a Pakistani threat… I finger the UHF on the throttle.
“Two, Lead, keep an eye out.”, I tersely remind my wingman, half-click astern, above, and to my right.
“Roger that, Lead.”, the slow Carolina drawl sounds in my headset.
“Rifle77, Eyeball on secure.”, the KY-58 Secure Voice softly crackles in my headset. It’s the USAF combat controller on the ground below. Feel kinda sorry for those guys.
“Eyeball, Rifle Lead, go.” I respond.
"Rifle, Eyeball, we have two BMP, say again Bravo Mary Poppa vehicles enroute at 69, 32 east, 33, 58 north. Confirmed hostile OPFOR, heading west on road. Can you assist?”
“Eyeball, Rifle Lead, standby one.”
I look at the map on the kneeboard. Damn… He is really close to the border. The ridges are tight, meaning a NE to SW attack posture to use the ridges to mask prior to the target and to mask behind post-strike. That puts the IP about 50 miles north of current position. I push over to AWACS on the UHF.
“Overlord, Rifle Lead.”
“Rifle, Overlord, go ahead.” This girl on the AWACS sounds like she’s about 20.
“Overlord, Rifle, we’re being tasked to frag a CAS target about 25 clicks from the Pakistan border. Cover our backs.”
“Roger that, Rifle, we have a CAP of fifteen-charlies keeping an eye on you. You’re covered."
“Rifle Lead copies. Out.”
Turning back towards the north in the pattern, I toggle back to the Secure Voice.
“Eyeball, Rifle Lead, say situation.”
“Rifle, Eyeball, situation is two-five hostile forces with two Bravo Mary Poppa units. Be advised intel indicates hostile MANPADs in vicinity. There is also a possible Sierra-Alpha unit in operation at the fort at Ali Kheyl.”
Shit. Surface to air threat as well. This is getting frisky real fast. I glance at the RTWS. Nothing. So far, so good.
“Eyeball, Rifle Lead. We are approaching from the northeast with Charlie-bravo-uniforms. Will squawk when inbound. Say posit.”
“Rifle, Eyeball, I’m about a half-click south of Fadzeli Tana in the hills.”
“Eyeball, Rifle. Stay put.”
“Eyeball copies. Standing by.”
I’ve got a plan. We’re flying towards Khamalkhei now, headed north out of the racetrack.
“Two, lead, close up and let’s kick it up a notch. You heard the target. IP is crossroads east of Azrow. Play the music. We’re going to have to hit low and fast to avoid Eyeball. Pickle at five and set burst height at two-five-hundred. Trail two miles. We will mask using the ridge on the map just northeast of the target area.”
“Lead, Two, copy pickle at five, burst at two-five-hundred, trail two, music on. Let’s shake and bake.”
Fuel state good, systems nominal, RTWS is still quiet. Airspeed to 550 KIAS, dropping down to FL180, 5000 ft AGL at target. Fifteen minutes later, we make the turn towards the IP, turning south at Oluswali Sorubi, the late afternoon sunlight glinting off of the small lake just to the north. 5 minutes or so to IP. MASTER ARM to ARM, CBU’s selected, burst heights set on the SMS display. ECM to ON.
“Two, Lead, music on.”
“Two.”
Keying the Secure Voice, “Eyeball, Rifle Lead, we are inbound your northeast, ETA two minutes. Heads down.”
“Rifle, Eyeball. We are cozied up here. Do it to it, sir.”
On the UHF, “Two, lead, IP. Weapons free. Lead is in hot.”
“Two, weapons free.”
I’m looking ahead, using the oncoming ridge to mask the Viper’s presence to the enemy until the last minute, then pop up to acquire the target head-on. There! I see dust in the valley between the two ridges, 15 miles or so ahead.
“Two, I have the target”
“Two copies”
I can see them now, the old Soviet era personnel carriers as dots surrounded by smaller specks, slowly growing larger. Using CCIP mode, I wait for the pipper to cross over the dust and then the BMP’s. I press the pickle button, dropping my two CBUs, and spank the chaff button with the back of my throttle hand, rippling chaff and flares off in a vivid pattern. Coming off the pylons, the tail fins snap out like switchblades on the CBU’s, and their miniscule “brain” fires the explosive bolts that cant the fins to start their spin-up. At 1500 RPM, the brain looks at the altimeter data from the pulse-doppler radar on the nose of the bomb. At the preset 2500 ft AGL, the brain fires the explosive bolts holding the bomb casing together. The casing splits open, raining death and destruction on the enemy forces below. I silently pray that Eyeball is safely out of harms way as I roll over, spanking the chaff button again, and exit to the south, turning off the ECM.
“Two, Lead is clear.”
“Roger, Two is in hot.”
Twenty or so tense seconds pass.
“Lead, Two is clear. I observed some secondaries.”
“Roger, good job. Safe weapons, kill the music.”
“Two, safe. Music is off.”
Back to the KY-58.
“Eyeball, Rifle Lead, say situation.”
The radio is silent. “Oh my God, I hope we didn’t frag him.”, I pray silently.
“Eyeball, Rifle Lead, respond.”
“Rifle, Eyeball, sorry about that, was doing damage assessment. Targets destroyed. Nice job, sir.”
I sigh in relief, and yet strangely, feel a small amount of remorse for the deaths below.
“Rifle Lead copies, target destroyed. Good hunting, Eyeball. Rifle out.”
“Overlord, Rifle 77, snapshot.”
“Rifle 77, Overlord, all clear. Be advised tankers at Golf Whiskey coordinates standing by.”
“Rifle Lead copies available tankers at Golf Whiskey. Out.”
“Two, Lead. Let’s go home, vector tankers. It’s late and I’m hungry.”
“Great, more MRE’s.”, Two grumbles.
I chuckle to myself as we climb out towards the west, the TACAN taking us to the tankers and home.
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