So it's 1330 on 4 Feb 1990, and the Cuban Liberation Air Force (CLAF) has a pair of F-4 Phantoms on Combat Air Patrol, circling above Havana, as a trio of MiG-21s streaks out to meet them. The ground war is so successful that the Castro regime is on its last legs, and his pilots are finding it harder and harder to locate fuel, munitions, and even serviceable airfields still in Communist hands!
The CLAF fighters are members of Blackjack flight, specifically Blackjack 01, a Veteran pilot, and Blackjack 02, a Regular pilot.
So the CLAF is outnumbered but manages to spot the enemy without being seen, but then can't take advantage of it...
A heck of a fight, short and sharp, with two more kills, but Blackjack 01 resolved to have himself a sitdown with Blackjack 02, the point of said sitdown being to let the lad know he needs to knock off all the hot-dogging and just do his damn job. It didn't go so well; Blackjack 02 told him to stuff it, Blackjack 01 offered to open up a can of whup-ass, and the squadron commander decided it might be best to transfer Blackjack 02 out of Blackjack flight. But the good news is that Blackjack 01 became the Cuba Liberation Air Force's second Ace!!!
Well, one more fight to go, and it really makes me angry...