Egypt Airforce Focke-Wulf 190D

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Egypt Airforce Focke-Wulf 190D

May 1948:

The desert sun beat down on Hauptmann Hassan Ibrahim as he gripped the controls of his Focke-Wulf FW-190D. Sweat beaded on his brow despite the open cockpit. Across the shimmering sands, wisps of smoke rose from a kibbutz, a signal of Israeli aggression. Ibrahim had joined the Egyptian Air Force just months ago, a fresh graduate thrust into the crucible of the 1948 war.
His trainer, Herr Steiner, a gruff German expatriate with a haunted look in his eyes, had pounded the finer points of the FW-190 into Ibrahim. It was a beast of a machine, powerful and agile, but unforgiving of mistakes. Steiner himself was a riddle, a brilliant engineer who'd fled Germany after the war, bringing whispers of advanced jet fighters that never materialized. Now, he channeled his restless energy into training these Egyptian pilots, a flicker of his former fire rekindled in their eager eyes.

Suddenly, the crackle of the radio broke the tense silence. "Attention all fighters! Bogies spotted ten klicks north! Avias!" A familiar knot of dread formed in Ibrahim's stomach. The Avia S-199s, the Czech-built versions of the Me 109, were their aerial adversaries. On paper, the FW-190 was superior, but the Israelis possessed a reputation for daring tactics and exceptional pilot skill.
As they approached, the distinctive profile of the Avias filled Ibrahim's vision. Four sleek machines, shark-like against the azure sky. He glanced at his wingman, Farid, a wiry young man with a reckless glint in his eyes. They peeled off from the main formation, diving in a surprise attack.

The air erupted in a cacophony of machine-gun fire and cannon fire. Ibrahim hammered on his controls, his FW-190 responding with a fighter's grace. He got a lucky break, his burst catching the engine of a trailing Avia. The Israeli plane sputtered, then trailed black smoke as it spiraled out of control towards the desert floor.
The remaining Avias scattered, their superior climbing ability momentarily giving them the edge. Ibrahim fought to keep his sights on one, a relentless dance across the endless expanse of sand. His tracers sparked harmlessly off the Avia's fuselage. Frustration gnawed at him. Steiner's voice echoed in his head, "Patience, Hauptmann. The 190 rewards precision, not frenzy."
Taking a deep breath, Ibrahim forced himself to slow down, anticipating his opponent's moves. The Avia banked sharply, and for a fleeting moment, its belly was exposed. Seizing the opportunity, Ibrahim squeezed the trigger in a short, controlled burst. A plume of fire blossomed from the Avia's engine. The Israeli pilot ejected, a crimson parachute blossoming against the blue.
Ibrahim and Farid regrouped with the remainder of the Egyptian force. Two more Avias lay smoldering wrecks on the desert floor, testaments to their daring raid. But the victory was bittersweet. One of their own FW-190s had been clipped by an Avia's cannon fire, limping back to base with a trail of smoke.

Landing back at their makeshift airstrip, Ibrahim was greeted by Steiner's grim visage. The engineer's eyes held a flicker of pride, but it was overshadowed by the ever-present worry etched on his face. "Good work, boys," Steiner rasped, his voice thick with a German accent. "But we lost another. Spare parts are running low. Those Avias won't give up easily."
Ibrahim nodded solemnly. He knew the odds were stacked against them. Their ragtag force, cobbled together from the remnants of the Luftwaffe and fueled by the ingenuity of a displaced German engineer, was facing a determined enemy. But as he climbed out of his FW-190, the thrill of the fight still coursed through him. He was a pilot, a defender of his nation, and he would fight for every inch of Egyptian sky, for as long as his Focke-Wulf could fly.

The Backgorund:

After the end of WW2, many engineers working in the German aviation industry found new jobs – sometimes forced – in USA, Britain, France or the Soviet Union. However, some of them found themselves in more unusual places like Argentine or India. And Egypt.

A group of former Focke-Wulf engineers under the lead of Franz Hüttensted emigrated to Egypt in 1946 with the idea of developing a light jet fighter there. Somehow, the complete story behind this is still unclear, Hüttensted managed to organize several Focke-Wulf aircraft to be shipped to Egypt as well, FW-190s, FW-189s, and partly build components of FW jet projects. Rumors say that he managed to set up a British-Egypt connection to get those aircraft from the British occupied zone in Germany to Egypt.

Several of those planes were brought back into flying condition and by early 1948, the Egypt Air Force has at least 17 operational FW190Ds and three FW189s. When Israel declared its independence in May 1948, the FW190Ds were among the few Egypt aircraft taking part in this operation. As Israel operated the Avia S199, a Czech version of the Me 109, it occurred that Fw190s fought against "Me 109" with very mixed results.

While the FW109D was the better plane, the training of the Egypt pilots was inferior to the one of the pilots in the Avia S199, which was a difficult to fly aircraft. The Fw190 were mostly used to protect Egypt ground forces against Israeli ground attack aircraft, and they were able to achieve several air-to-air kills on the first two days when they surprised the Israeli aircraft.
However, lack of training and spare parts played a toll on the Egypt air operation and at the end of the conflict only three of the FW190D were remaining.

Today, the last survivor of the Egypt FW109D is on display in the Egypt Air Force Museum in Cairo.

The model shows the only surviving FW109D as it is shown in the museum today.


















The model:

This is a 1/72 scale model of the FW109D by Plastyk (never heard of this manufacturer before) and its was a very cheap kit with just over 3€ in a Polish online store.

Now so many parts, but still not too bad to build, better than expected. The model is built OOD, just the antenna was added. Airbrushed with Revell Aqua and decals from the spare part box.

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Looks good in that scheme