There is only one known picture. It was in Code One Magazine.

On the first morning I was deputy lead of a multi-national seventy-ship package (including our sixteen F-16’s) against suspected SCUD launch sites. My squadron commander, LtCol (now LtGen) Bruce ‘Orville’ Wright, was the overall package commander. This was my most exciting mission of the war. We had been assigned to hit several airfields in Kuwait. We were each carrying two Mk-84 2000 pound bombs.

As we crossed the fence, five of the sixteen were below the minimum fuel that we had agreed on for going to the target. The weather was bad, with cloud tops at 10,000 feet. Orville turned the five around and sent them home, but eleven of us pressed on. (Eight jets split to a second pre-planned target, while we pressed on to the first targets with only the three remaining F-16’s.) I was number two, and just as we got to the target, there was a black hole in the cloud deck and the target was right in the middle of it! The squadron commander rolled in and I rolled in right after him from 16,000 feet. We screamed down the chute, aiming for a SCUD missile storage area. There were missiles going everywhere. They were shooting SAM’s with and without radar guidance. The adrenaline was really pumping! I pickled, and came off with nine G’s! My 500 knots was converted to 400 knots and my RHAW lit up with a SA-2 at my dead six. I heard AWACS call, “SA-2 Active, western Kuwait!” I thought, "No kidding, he’s on me!” I punched chaff, jinked right…and it went away…came back to egress heading…he’s on me again…no kidding! My airspeed is down to 350 knots and I’m thinking, “This is it, he’s got me!” As you get slower the tracking solution is easier for the missile and I really had a solid spike, right at my dead six. I’ve got twenty miles to go to the border, but the SA-2 is closing at supersonic speed and I am convinced that the war is over for me. It was time to punch the tanks off. There is a little plastic cover over the jettison button so that you don’t accidentally punch them off. The crew chief had glazed it over with white glue to make it look pretty. I bruised my finger, but the adrenaline rush got that button punched. The tanks came off the airplane, it was clean, and I started to accelerate. Right then, I heard a Weasel guy call “Magnum two.” The SA-2 is gone…just like that, and "I am outta there!”

I called him up right after I landed and asked if he had taken out the SA-2. He said “Yeah, I got it just as you were egressing. The HARM came right off the rail, and instead of doing its usual climb to acquire the target, it went straight for the SA-2 site!” I still owe that guy a case of Scotch. I learned my lesson from that. I never came off another target with less than 450 knots.

Thank you very, very much again for another first-hand insight from an involved people, Mike!

So I guess this photo won't help

Great shots, VarkVet! Where at? "Off limits to 401st TFW Personnel", apparently our reputation preceeded us

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