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CAUTION! War story follows...
I was working a set of NVA bunkers and storage sites with their associated heavy machine gun anti-aircraft gun pits.
After working a pair of F-4s on the target (with their normal mediocre bomb acuracy), I was given a pair of VNAF A-1s. The A-1 was a large, slow, propellor-driven plane that was the piston equivalent of today's A-10 Warthog. VNAF pilots had flown thousands of combat missions, and were not only good but REALLY good. Normally, only the lead pilot spoke English (of a sort) and he would relay the Forward Air Controller's instructions and clearances to his wingman.
On this particular day, the ground gunners had nobody to shoot at after the F-4s departed - except me. So they did, with glee and skill. I was dancing my O-2 around, bobbing and weaving for all I was worth when the VNAF flight showed up. Lead advised me they were carrying wall-to-wall Mk-82s.
Knowing from past experience that Lead would put every single one of his 500-pounders within ten feet of where I directed him, and also knowing that his wingman would drop his bombs in virtually the same hole before there was time to give him a correction, I briefed Lead to drop his bombs one at a time versus the normal two per pass.
"OK, Lead. You see NVA gun by palm tree?"
"I see him big time. He shoot you numba one!"
"Lead is cleared hot. One bomb."
KABOOM! Lead's bomb hits no more than three feet from the .51-cal gun. KABOOM! Wingman's bomb hits inside the smoke of Lead's bomb strike.
Lead killed the other two gun pits with two more bombs, and his wingman put his completely redundant bombs into the same holes - then they knocked out the bunkers with the same nonchalant skill. Boom-Boom....Boom-Boom....Boom-Boom.
Those guys didn't need no steeenkeeng GPS, no damn lasers. The best of them were the absolute best at dropping bombs, bar none.
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