I hear that, Jerry. At first, they tried to call me up, being the T-34C ace that I am. I said, "What about Hambone??" and Pete said "No, the Iranians are *expecting* Super Hornets." But, alas, Peggy said "No." So they had to go with Plan B. It worked.
If I could have accepted the orders, you would have been my first choice as a WSO in the AT-34's back seat
I think the plan was that once we popped on the Iranian radar, a lone T-34C with a single Mk 84 strapped to the belly and flown by two bearded old guys would have them rolling on the floor laughing so hard, they wouldn't even see the real strike package coming. So instead, they resorted to stealth.
There would have been some nice medals and a parade, too. Oh well....
