...Ehhh..not really..I see more migs in the sky than I do F-4 on a flight deck.
SAMS, thats different.
Alright this'll be a good mission, Migcap near the coast, Charlie don't surf bitch. I'll add maybe four more migs onto my phantom and then I'll go to bed.
Suddenly I hear a blip blip sound, its kind of like that cliche' alarm clock sound. The one you hear on commercials that makes you perk up and freak out that you've missed work/school.
Suddenly my wingmen start to talk, even my rio, " I've got spike."
" I've got Spike"
" Picking up Spike"
" Whose that guy from Cowboy bebop? Oh yeah, Spike!"
Suddenly, SPIKES, FUCKING EVERYWHERE, Vietnam makes the cutscenes from the invasion of Hiigara look like a fucking bitch fest border skirmish.
There are so many fucking missiles, my god damn radar cannot comprehend it. There are so many god damn missiles, that the ground now looks like sky.
You want to know why Robotech has so many god damn missiles? The artist probably saw Vietnam on the TV and thought it was fucking normal.
This shit ain't normal, this is not a test to the human spirit, its fucking ridiculous.
FAN SONG EVERYWHERE and guarded by those god damn short range guns, which means I can't strafe them freely.
I have to drop what I'm doing, nose dive, mach 1, yo yo and dive onto patches of Sams.
Losing probably my entire wing, my rio is catotonic, he's just following me out of instinct.
Dear redcrown, you are a whore, you are a whore, just put on some lace, glitter and rouge, cause thats what the guys downtown like, you are a whore.
I swing around, 5-6-10,11 sams fly by....fuck me...just not even....
I go to bed at about an hour and a half later, I mad.