for five weeks, lieutenant skylar 'sunny' moore fought against the best fighter pilots in the world who competed for the top gun trophy. soon after graduating, the elite were called back to top gun and selected to train as candidates for a secret mi...
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ch. 3 everybody wants to rule the world ⏳
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'welcome to your life there's no turning back even while we sleep we will find you acting on your best behaviour turn your back on mother nature everybody wants to rule the world.'
EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD - tears for fears
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FIGHTERTOWN, U.S.A. - the naval fighter weapons school base, aka Top Gun - miramar, ca
"time - is your greatest enemy."
i watch as maverick starts his explanation, hoping he still wasn't too mad about yesterday.
"phase one of the mission will be a low-level ingress attacking in two plane teams," he turns to face the screen as it begins displaying the flight course. "you'll fly along this narrow canyon to your target. radar-guided surfaced air missiles defend the area. these sams, they're lethal. but they're designed to protect the skies above, not the canyon below," he continues.
"that's because the enemy knows no one is insane enough to try and fly below them," rooster interrupts.
"that's exactly what i'm gonna train you to do. on the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet. maximum. you exceed this altitude .. radar will spot you .. you're dead. your airspeed will be six hundred sixty knots - minimum. time to target - two and a half minutes. that's because fifth-generation fighters wait at an airbase nearby."
"in a head-to-head with these planes in your f-18s, you're dead. that's why you need to get in and hit your target and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you. this makes time - your greatest adversary."
"you'll fly a route in your nav system that simulates the canyon. the faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy sams. the tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain, comparing your judgment and reaction time."
"so for today's lesson, we're gonna take it easy on you. max ceiling three hundred feet, time to target is three minutes. good luck, you are dismissed."
