[El Gato]

I notice he hasn't used his arm much since a Tomahawk came through his bedroom window a few years back...

It wasn't a Thomahawk, but some kind of precision guided bomb, dropped by an F-111. Unfortunately the Lion of the Dessert wasn't in his bedroom, rather he was outside sleeping in his tent, which we neglected to target.

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It wasn't a Thomahawk, but some kind of precision guided bomb, dropped by an F-111. Unfortunately the Lion of the Dessert wasn't in his bedroom, rather he was outside sleeping in his tent, which we neglected to target.

RAF Lakenheath, F-111F, 493 TFS. Lost a Friend, Capt. Fernando Ribas, partially due to the frogs denying overflight. Turned a 3-hour mission into a 12-hour ordeal.

We nailed his Gazebo also, he wasn’t home.