Sabre Wrath: MiG Alley Dogfights

As I neared Sinuiju at 35,000 feet, I could see the snow-covered Manchuria to my right. I pulled the stick back and pushed the throttle fully forward, my Sabre gained some height, before I pushed the stick hard over to perform a quick roll to the left, followed by a gut wrenching loop, over the MiG-15, desperately trying to escape my attack, but I had him in my sights. Thanks in large measure to its adjustable horizontal stabilizer, the F-86 flight controls were vastly superior to those on ...