I can neither confirm nor deny that this incident happened.
A no–lone zone may contain a cryptographic component, weapon system hardware under test, a nuclear weapon or active nuclear weapon controls. In the United States Air Force (USAF) policy concerning critical weapons, a no–lone zone is an area in which the presence of a single individual is prohibited.
3.4.2. Take immediate, positive steps to prevent or stop an incorrect procedure or unauthorized act.
In the United States Air Force there is a Nuclear Authentication NCO. They are in charge of the permission to launch a nuclear strike. Pilots are cycled in and out for training. the NCO position is permanent for continuity.
On Thursday, we* were standing Nuclear Alert as a training exercise. Even though it was training, we were uploaded with the real weapons and were the ninth largest nuclear power in the world.
* pronouns are used for story telling and do not indicate any real person, living or dead.
I got a radio call from one of my security guards saying he had a problem. On arriving, I found a LtCol Pilot who come out to see “his” aircraft and “his” weapon. I informed him that it was “my” aircraft and “my” weapon. I offered him a ride back to ops and gave him 20 minutes to find his “two-man”.
Twenty minutes later, the guard called me again. The Colonel was back. I was not polite this time. I told him he had 20 minutes to shag his ass back to ops and find his two-man. If I found his crew chief watching movies in the lounge, I would handcuff the two of them together. I jangled cuffs in his face. The pilot who was my two-man said, “He’ll do it, sir. I’ve seen him do it.” The Colonel stomps off.
I was enjoying my MRE lunch of a Ham Slice when I got a third call. Fuck. Now I’m pissed. The conversation with the Colonel was heated.
He accused me of doing sexual things to my Mother.
I accused him of doing sexual things with small farm animals and kitchen appliances.
I’d have enough. I took an immediate, positive step to prevent or stop an incorrect procedure or unauthorized act.
I drew my pistol. At this point the guard turned off his radio and went behind the crew chief shack for a smoke break. My Lt pissed his pants. In the de-brief he said he didn’t know if he was supposed to shoot me or help me shoot the Colonel.
As per regulations, he supposed to help me shoot the Colonel
.I gave him to the count of three to leave the No Lone Zone. I counted down. At “one” I took the safety off and said,
“This is you last and final warning to un-ass the NO..LONE..ZONE…sir.
On Monday morning he was spot demoted to Major and sent back to the States. I was awarded a Meritorious Service Medal and acquired a reputation not to be fucked with.
‘During the afternoon of 12 February 1986, three MiG-23MLDs from No. 1023 Squadron had engaged a pair of F/A-18 Hornets over the international waters, north-east Tripoli. They clearly outflew the Americans and ended advantageous position, at their “6 o’clock”. Hornets were forced to disengage and run away. After that we were all excited about our new mounts and looking forward for further engagements.’ -Abdelmajid Tayari, Libyan MiG-23 pilot
‘On 13 February 1986, I was scrambled as
leader of a pair of MiG-23MLDs to intercept a pair of F-14s underway about 170 kilometres
[92nm] north-west of Benina. Each of our aircraft was armed with one R-24R, one
R-24T, four R-60MKs and a full load of ammunition for 23mm cannon. Prior to
take-off, I was briefed to expect four Tomcats: two at medium altitude, clearly
visible on our radar, and two at low altitude, invisible to our radars, and
waiting to sandwich us. The GCI vectored us to intercept the pair flying at
medium altitude, and we approached head-on.
‘My wingman and me were underway at an altitude of 3,000 meters [9,842ft]: Tomcats were slightly higher, at 4,000 meters [13123ft]. I obtained a radar contact from about 45 kilometers range [29nm] and requested a clearance to engage. The GCI took some time to react, but then cleared me when I was having a visual contact — at a range of about 25 kilometers [13.5nm]. At the moment, the bogies stopped closing in: I maintained radar contact with them, and had my R-24R missiles ready to fire, they were almost within the range of my R-24R, but they turned away. Suddenly, the GCI shouted on the radio: “Two bogies at your 6 o’clock!”
‘I turned my head around to check, and
surely enough: two F-14s were zooming up, some 1.5-2 kilometres (0.8-1nm)
behind us. I ordered my Number 2 into a full afterburner, and broke hard left.
My speed was still high as I turned left, nose down, 800-900 km/h [431-495kts],
pulling 5-6gs towards the target, intending to force them into failing to track
at my 6 o’clock. My reverse maneuver was so hard that my Number 2 overshot,
while I reduced the distance between the F-14s behind me to nil. No doubt, the
Americans were surprised: they didn’t expect that hard a manoeuvre, and were
not ready for my reaction. By the time they woke up, they lost their advantage
while my Number 2 turned back and placed himself in an advantageous position
behind the Tomcats and me. But, they were highly qualified: they knew what to
‘As I continued turning hard towards the two Tomcats, my eyes focused at their rears until I’ve got what I wanted! I noticed the Tomcats shifting outwards, and then I rolled out, pulled my nose hard up, pulling 7gs, with throttle on idle. I executed a high-g barrel roll, during which my speed decreased very fast, down to 350 km/h [189kts]. Then I pushed my throttle to full dry power while my aircraft went through the vertical and pointed at the Tomcats while still inverted. Both Tomcat crews were fantastic: they followed the manoeuvre and we met at the top, within 30 metres (30 yards/98ft) of each other, much too close for comfort!
‘I discontinued the barrel roll and went for scissor maneuver (or low speed yo-yo’): I knew I had the advantage because of MiG-23MLD’s better performance in this position. Thus we began the scissor turns towards each other, at very low speed: this was below 300km/h [160kts], still full dry power, maximum angle of attack. The `stick-shaker’ in my stick began to operate, informing me that my aircraft was at the edge of a stall and spin. I was between two F-14s, only two meters lower, almost line abreast. Our position was equal, except that my Number 2 was behind and above all of us, in a good position to hit the Americans if that would be necessary. Only our controller was screaming on the radio, ordering us to disengage and turn back to base. I replied, “not yet… not at this stage!
‘The F-14 pilots were certainly surprised by the low speed handling and high angle of attack of my MiG-23MLD. And, certainly enough, my speed was meanwhile down to 230 km/h [124kts]! Mind, according to the flight manual, the minimal maneuvering speed for MiG-23MLD with wing position 45 is 450km/h [242kts]!
‘During the second scissor, I noticed that
the lead F-14 attempted to engage afterburners. That was a very dangerous
undertaking at that speed and attitude: a big white balloon went out of one of
his engine nozzles, meaning there was more fuel than air in his combustion
chamber. That was a good sign for me: he was facing the risk of an engine surge
just to get few extra knots of speed.
‘Now it was the question of one of us
forcing the opponent to put his nose down first. At that point in time, I knew
the MiG-23MLD had two advantages over the F-14: it is lighter, which means it
has less inertia, and its thrust-to-weight ratio is higher. Thus, I continued
through the third, and then the fourth scissors. The situation remained very
critical: it was really a risky challenge between five men in three aircraft,
and until now I have special respect for these F-14-pilots.
‘After the fourth scissor, I got what I
want: the Tomcats couldn’t maintain their position anymore and decided to put
their noses down. I was as happy as I was never before — but my happiness
didn’t last for long. They both made an incredible manoeuvre, which remains in
my memory until this very day. Imagine, they put the nose down, right bank with
full rudder at very low speed, then turned almost in place, head-on towards me,
barely 100 metres [109 yards] away and below my aircraft!
‘I did not take the risk of flying the same
manoeuvre, but followed them nevertheless: I pushed my aircraft hard down,
picked some speed, then smoothly banked right, and checked my fuel indicator
for the first time since start of this engagement. My fuel was down to 1700
litres, which at this distance from Benina was too little. I was in serious
trouble now. While still diving, I saw two other F-14s closing at very high
speed, coming to support their other pair. They passed about 50 metres below my
‘I called my wingman to rejoin, levelled my
aircraft, put the wings into 16 degrees position and turned in direction of my
base while maintaining the best cruise speed to extend my range. The Tomcats
took the advantage to fly behind me at some distance. Then they turned back
before we entered Libyan airspace again. I’ve just had the best dogfight of my
THEN THERE’S THIS
THE F-14 IN COMBAT– The comments make this post Epic.Iranian and Iraqi pilots bitching at each other. Don’t flame them, you can’t read or write Farsi.