Two days ago I began my tour as a Harrier fighter pilot. I am now at a front line base in Russia outside Vladvistok. There is a large Soviet Base about twelve nautical miles from our base. Funny, I am flying a Harrier with the US Air Force, when I went to Infantry OCS.I see my buddy walk in in his flight gear.

"How Did the patrol go,Jim?", I ask.

"Just Peachy Keen,Wes,Peachy Keen." He repied.

Oh boy, I guess I shouldn't talk to you for the rest of the day. I think to myself as I start to get my flight gear on.

I grab my Desert Eagle and my AK-74 side arms then walk out in the direction of the flight line.

"Is she ready yet, Tech Sergent?" I ask looking at my 9.5 million dollar Harrier.

"Yes Sir"My Crew Chief Replies.

"All right I'll be takin' her for a spin with Scooby as wing.

As I climb into the Harrier I take a look around the Air Force Base.As soon as I am in my crew chief climbs the ladder and hands me my officail call sign for the day, Basher 5-2. As soon as that task is accomplised my crew chief pulls the ladder away from the fusealage. Today I will be making a regular takeoff instead of using the VSToL capability. I taxi out as soon as clearence is given. I immediatly head for the runway and am given clearence. It is 1540 as I thunder down the Runway.

As soon as I am at 1500 feet trouble starts. Enemy MiGs.

"Scooby, bandits at 1:00." I say over the radio.

"Gotcha, Hawk. Request permission to Enage" he replies

"Affirmative,Scooby, Attack his wing man I got the leader.

"Rodger Hawk,Engaging!"

We hit full throttle and head twords the MiGs