I wrote this as soon as I had landed after a night mission over Bosnia in early 1994. It was a dark, cold, wet night and the adrenaline was still pumping in my veins... Flying a war mission is like comparing a Premier League footballer to one playing in the World Cup - the World Cup is the ultimate kick. Having spent ten years as an English-speaking air defence pilot it came as no small shock to find myself flying in the dark at 40,000ft in a jet belonging to a foreign air force. Worse, I was speaking French, and slung underneath the jet's belly was a pair of 500lb bombs that were in my opinion about as much use as zips on socks to an air defence pilot! Coupled with this was the fact that less than a year before I didn't speak French, nor did I know how to fly the Dassault Mirage 2000C.
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