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Some blazed across the sky like comets, brilliant and brief.
Others endured like gladiators, scarred but unbroken, still stepping into the arena long after their peers had fallen.
And there are others still—phantoms, vipers, raptors, machines that whispered or roared—each carrying the weight of its own age, each leaving a mark upon the sky.
This archive is their shrine. A living bestiary of wings and engines, of predators and war‑chariots, of legends that refuse to fade. Each entry is a ritual of memory, a hymn to the beasts that once ruled the air—and in some ways, still do.
A farewell to the titanium creatures that once ruled the skies — and still haunt the horizons of memory. Introduction Somewhere in the haze of satellite footage and silence, five Tomcats fell. Israeli strikes, confirmed by released footage and military sources, destroyed several of Iran’s remaining F-14s — perhaps grounded airframes, perhaps ghosts still dreaming… Continue reading Eulogy to the Last F-14s
Forged in the fever of the Cold War, the Eagle was not built to charm but to dominate—twin tails raised like banners, a gladiator that refuses to leave the sky. The Hymn The Cold War forged many machines, but few with such ruthless clarity of purpose as the F‑15 Eagle.It was not designed to charm.… Continue reading The Undying Eagle