It seemed too lovely to go to war today. Funny thought. Pansy-ass. Getting worse, too. It WAS war everyday in these parts, lovely day or not. The techs saluted as he approached the Eagle. He gave the “as you were” salute and boarded the plane. It was another team of four fighters today. Their mission: Hit high-value targets in Raqqa. This made him nervous as shit. Bombing heavily populated areas was his pet-peeve. But orders were orders. He was just a soldier following orders. Minutes later, his pack was cruising over Raqqa at 35-thousand feet. Strange but the Muj had no SAM party to greet them today as they came within radar-range. His HUD was clean. The RWR was quiet as a corpse. This was good, but his instinct was telling him something else. He asked the AWACS for a radar sweep of the city. It came negative of SAMs. To presume that they’d wiped out all the SAM sites from their previous attacks would be foolish. But why were there no radar signals today? His pack did a recon over Raqqa before flying near the target coordinates.
