Using Internet Explorer? Standby for : The Mission -- Attack!! ..........................................................................................................The mission of the aircraft carrier is to put ordnance on target. Everything else such as Indian Country, UNREPS and anything that starts with "F" is simply support for this mission. You win the war by killing the bastards by the thousands, not one at a time at twenty thousand feet. In peacetime, "DCM" is something the attack pilot uses to rejoin off the range. In wartime, "DCM" is something the attack pilot uses to turn and shoot some asshole in the face who's trying to stop him before going on to destroy the target. There is no such thing as "Defensive DCM". I become offended when someone jumps me enroute to my target, and much offense is intended when I have to take the time to blow his tits off. Concerning the tally of Medal of Honor winners in Southeast Asia, the score tells it all: Attack - 5 Fighters - 0. In wartime, our POWs were not released because the enemy sent representatives to sit smugly at "Peace Talks". They were not released because domestic anti-war groups unwittingly played into the hands of the enemy, and tied the hands of their countrymen at arms. They were not released because the enemy lost five planes to a select few called "Aces". They were released because brave men took their bombers downtown and spoke personally to their captors in the only language the enemy understands, iron bombs raining down upon their heads. You can shoot down all the MiGs you want, but when you get hosed in Marshall by an SA-5, you've lost the war. These lessons have been forged in blood and steel by all those attack pilots and bombardiers who have gone before you; back when happiness was flying a Whale; back when jets were hard-lightin' and mean, and only quiche - eatin' airline pukes flew fans; back when Spads roamed valleys and spit death to those who would try to stop the Skyhawks; in an earlier time when the biggest Cadillac in town was called "BUFF" and when men took pride in decorating their leather flight jackets with "I've been there patches", and the enemy hid every 1 + 45 because he knew the next cycle of the attack carrier was headed his way. Times change, technology changes, but the men in the cockpit must be the same brave warriors every age has counted upon in time of peril. Finally, and this is the bottom line, real men fly Attack because they understand the most fundamental law of wartime negotiations: You negotiate with the enemy with your knee in his chest and your knife at his throat.