1/72 Scale
Tamiya/Italeri
When I bought this kit from M Workshop, Bernard told me when I was paying for it that this kit has some serious fit issues. Not to sound cliche, but that sure made me look forward to building this. I love the challenge of building ‘bad’ kits like this. So I replied, “I like bad fitting kits”.
Famous. Last. Words.
1/72 Scale
Tamiya/Italeri
One of the images Russian jets conjures is that they are often rugged and dirty. And strangely, that is not far from the truth. Its strange because an aircraft is a precision made piece of equipment and is usually expected to be well taken care of. But Russian jets seems especially hardened against such abuse.
Given such a premise, I had the perfect opportunity to unleash some serious weathering on this kit. She’s dirty and she loves it.
1/72 Scale Fujimi
Heinemann’s Hotrods
This kit was done as my entry to Plamo’s Group Build. I wanted it to be a fun and short project. But I did also want to try out something new/different. The aggressor scheme was just the very thing that kicked off this build.
Many many thanks to G-man for donating his spare pilot that now permanently flies my Skyhawk.
1/48 Scale
Hasegawa
I don’t claim to be a F-16 expert but I believe at the time of writing this, the F-16D Block 50 with the electronic spine is only used by IAF (Israeli Air Force) and the RSAF (Republic of Singapore Air Force) (Yeah!). I’m proud to be making this model knowing that my country’s (Singapore) airforce owns one but I choose to make the IAF version because it comes in the kit and the desert camouflage scheme is just so good looking!
1/35 Scale
Trumpeter
I have always like the sleek look of the M1. With the introduction of the HA (heavy armour) version, the look gets even more appealing due to the addition weight of depleted uranium armour that brings down the front suspension.
The picture above is a collage of my model over a scene of the around my home from my window view!
1/72 Scale
Italeri-Tamiya rebox
The A-6E was an all-weather, two seat, subsonic, carrier-based attack aircraft. It was equipped with a microminiaturized digital computer, a solid state weapons release system, and a single, integrated track and search radar. The target recognition/attack multi-sensor (TRAM) version of the A-6E was introduced to the fleet in 1979. It was equipped with a chin turret containing a forward-looking infra-red (FLIR) system and a laser designator and receiver.
The 19 December 1996 launch of an A-6E Intruder from the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise (CVN 65) marked the last Intruder squadron to fly from the deck of an aircraft carrier. The Intruder Attack Squadron 75 of Carrier Air Wing 7, known as the Sunday Punchers, was decommissioned in early 1997.
INTRUDER’S FINAL FAREWELL : “505, INTRUDER BALL , HOOK DOWN, 6.0, FAGS (Fighter/Attack GuyS) HAVE GOT THE CON”
Exhaustion was on everyone’s mind. Everyone was on the verge of breaking down from the lack of sleep and ration. They are running on adrenaline now. Peter knows what now seperates the dead and those still fighting are will power, albeit even that is wearing thin.
‘Curse this wretched war.‘, Peter muttered under his breath. At the same time, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed that his brother Dieter dozing off as they took temporary cover under a broken collapsed roof ten minutes ago.
‘Godammit.‘, Peter swored as he gave Dieter a nudge, shaking him awake, clutching his MP40 tighter. Well, at least he is still alert.
‘Come my brother, we need to move on.‘, Peter urged, signaling as he took point in running towards the church.
A loud single crack rang out soon after they left cover. Sniper! Following that the sickening thud of a body fell, Dieter’s body. With reflexes that even shocked Peter, he dragged and pulled Dieter around the corner of the church, praying that the shot was not fatal.
But he was too late, the bullet went straight through the heart. Dieter is dead. Even though Peter is used to the sight of death, tears rolled readily down his cheek. His only brother is dead.
Peter never understood the reason for fighting except that he needs to answer to the call of his nation. But now he understood even lesser. Never-ending thoughts ran through his mind as he hugs the now lifeless body of his brother. Why do we fight?
There was no answer.
