"Uzi 1, coming in hot." I targeted a Shilka on the ground with the laser designator, and then I switched my attention to the WSO behind me. "Attack my target." He let off an AGM-65 Maverick. "Rifle," he called out. Before I knew it, a small blaze erupted on the ground. "Scratch one Shilka." Onto the next. stuff, I hate sharing roosterpits, but anything is better than being assigned level bombing duty.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the furball everyone else was tangled in. Well, at least nothing's on my back.
More AA units are blown to pieces. All that's left now are a few hangars and the tower.