Black Squirrel
God damn F-35s1 caught me napping!
Rolling upside down from fifty three thousand feet and diving straight down, I
must lose them. Or die. High altitude wasn’t enough. Their AESA2
radar defeated my stealth and they found me. I dodged their Mach 43
AMRAAM4 missiles by doing steep S-turns; big yellow flowers of High
Explosive reached out for me and missed. I swear I saw red hot chunks of
titanium shrapnel zip past! Jamming the hell out their radar, only partly
worked. I wondered, could they track the slipstream from my warplane? No, how
was that possible? But flight was once impossible, two centuries ago.
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