So I just landed from my first night-formation flight...
F*** no. F*** that. F*** this. I don't ever want to do that again lol. That was hands-down the most uncomfortable experience of my life. For the first time in my career, I spent the whole flight just wishing it was over.
I can't describe exactly why it was so uncomfortable. In theory, it's exactly the same stuff we do during the day. Just... at night.
So it starts with a TACAN Rendezvous. Lead takes off about 30 seconds ahead of Dash 2. He trucks out to a predetermined FRD (225 radial off of NQI at 25 DME). At his fix he starts a left 30 degree angle of bank turn. I truck out to the same point, and start a turn 500 feet below him, and use angles for a CV (turning) join up. Nothing new. So there I am, trucking out to the fix. I see his strobe and anti-collision light. Cool. No sweat. I get to Point 1 and make the call. "Password 12, point one, strobes". He shuts his strobes off as he's supposed to. No worries, the anti-collision light is still clearly visible. I start my turn. As I'm trucking along, I start to see his navigation lights, and I start trying to form the "light triangle" that shows us we're on bearing. Okay, figuring out if I'm acute or sucked and how much is a bit harder. But I'm getting there. And I start closing in. All I see is a couple of lights... and hes turning, so they're at odd angles, making judging distance and closer much tougher. I keep closing. And closing. I still can't see any lines of the jet... closer... Holy crap, suddenly he's filling the canopy! I start the crossunder, and my IP in the back is screaming "Get closer!" Yeah, easy for you to say! You're from a night-attack squadron, you've done this a thousand times. Everything in my brain is screaming "NO! Back off!". We proceed to do several turns into and away, and it doesn't get any better. Things aren't helped by the fact that I somehow have the dirtiest canopy I've ever seen. But it feels like the line between being able to see the jet and him disappearing is only a foot thick, and it's PAINFULLY close to lead. We finish the high work, and come in for a section approach. Thank god, I can finally back off a bit, because the proper position is so close, it pushes lead to the side, making the ground track painful to maintain. We do the approach, I make my touch and go, and as I'm coming back up for the rejoin, I can't see ANYTHING through the canopy. Thinking it's fogged, I turn the heat up to defog it, and it just gets exponentially worse. Turns out it was just THAT dirty. As I'm trying to manage the rejoin, I'm finger [blasting] the hell out of the Environmental Control System trying to get rid of the REAL fogging I'd now caused. I get back aboard, and we start the turn to come back in for the break. THANK GOD! It's only now I realize that my legs have completely locked up out of tension, me applying a LOT of force to the right rudder pedal (The direction AWAY from lead! lol) but it's almost over! Just have to get to the break, and I'm alone with my jet in the pattern. Well, lead starts to wrap it up in a bit of steep turn... we're down low. We're near civilization, so the light pollution is real. You'd think that would mean lead would be EASIER to see, but in reality, it's the opposite. As he's wrapping it up, I start to slide out of position, and I can just see him slowly fading into the abyss of the night, thinking "NOOOOOO! Come back here! I don't wanna die!" and I want to make an aggressive play to get back in position like I would during the day, but it's too late, I can BARELY make him out in the flash of my own anti-collision light (His is now off, so all I have to go on are the formation lights)... as I gingerly try to ease it back in, he levels out, and we're in the break... Thank god...
When it's all over, I can barely get out of the jet. My legs have been tensed for the last hour and 15 minutes straight, and they've completely cramped up. I'm not looking forward to doing this solo a couple of flights from now...