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Дата 11.06.2003 20:29:22 Найти в дереве
Рубрики Авиатехника; 1936-1945 гг.; Версия для печати

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>Нет, такие не нужны. Ерундовые свидетельства. Что за пушка? Тип снаряда? Вообше-то артсистемы японские - фуфел полный, на мой взгляд. И речь выше несколько о другом была. Приведите, плиз, пример низкой эффективности вооружения МиГ-15 применительно к Сейбру и В-29.

А какие то из указанных Вами подробностей присутствует в случае с МиГом ? Вот Вам примерно такой же случай, но для Сейбра:

"With Casey fleeing for safety across the river I began to search for the wounded F-86. I found him floating for home at about 20,000 feet The fires had gone out, but he had holes in the engine aft section, and his left gun bay door and all three .50 calibre guns were gone. The guns had absorbed most of the impact of a MiG 37mm cannon shell and probably saved the pilots life. I tried talking to the Sabre pilot but another cannon shell had entered the fuselage aft of the wing root, wiping out his radio. [...] I got the pilot's attention and signaled for him to head out toward the sea and get into position for a bailout over the Yellow Sea where we could get a rescue airplane to him. I'll never forget the pilot in that cockpit violently shaking his head "NO!" By this time I was sure I had a new lieutenant in there, and couldn't figure out his disregard of a possible life-saving recommendation. [...]

It took forever, but we finally made it to friendly territory. I informed K-13 [Suwon AFB - Note of the author] that we had a cripple, to clear the runway, get out the meat wagon and fire trucks, and prepare for a wheels up landing. [...] The [damaged] Sabre slowly settled to the runway, finally touching down with a jolt. I watched the pilot's head banging back and forth in the cockpit as he rode that airplane down the runway like a bucking bronco. The Sabre slid to a stop off the end of the runway in a gyration and a cloud of dust. I poured on the coal and went around. After landing, I rolled to a stop by the busted F-86. The airplane was a wreck. Not only was the engine hit, but the throttle control was smashed. The left fuselage was a sieve, with some very large holes all around the cockpit. It was then that I learned that the pilot was my very close friend Glenn Eagleston. [...]"