I observe the F14 behind the Corsair, and remark at the similarity in the designs. I observe it all around. The aircraft is not in the best of repair. Dozens of scab patches, simply repainted with the squadron's logo. I put a ladder against the side of the roosterpit and look in. Under the edge of the canopy there's some names in another language.
Inside the roosterpit there are ancient avionics. Smatterings of buttons, brown townog RWR screens, gauges, instruments. I can liken it to the roosterpit of the Mirage or the MiG-29's before we got the upgrade packages.
I look back at the Corsair. Glass roosterpit. Advanced avionics. Generations newer fly-by-wire, a loving plasma gun. Ultramodern gimmicks for a modern war.
The principle of taking the pilot's focus away from flying and managing the aircraft and rather having him use it as an instrument by which to have his way seems to have been the one true driving force in modern air warfare.