That sure looks like what our Kfirs look like. That's a Martin-Baker ejection seat.
A friend of mine rode one once. Went a couple hundred feet up, then fell, bounced off the fuselage, then the wing, then didn't bounce on the ground. Came within a gnat's whisker of killing him. It was lucky for him Crash Crew was the next hangar down the flight-line, or he'd have been gone. He was standing on the seat, facing backward, arming the main gun (mortar that kicks the seat up out of the plane) after the plane had been brought out to the flight-line after a Phase inspection, during which, for safety and time inspection, the seat had been removed and replaced. Doing so required pulling the "trigger", an upside down U shaped piece, with a roller at the apex of the inverted U shape, up against spring pressure, and inserting a triangular shaped piece of aluminum (I believe), which is pulled out by pulling the face curtain or lower handle. When it's withdrawn, it pulls the trigger piece up, then is pulled out, allowing the trigger piece to slam down, setting off the main gun. He slipped, releasing the trigger before he got the triangular piece in, and setting off the main gun. the rest, I already told. Needless to say, that was his last day working there, or at all. Aside from nearly killing him, it removed a large percentage of his lower jaw, broke arms and legs, and several ribs, along with his back. He did learn to both walk and talk again after several years, though.
He was a 30 year Marine seat shop veteran, and a guy I drank with sometimes when I was in. Older, gruff, seemingly grouchy, curmudgeonly type, but a good guy overall. Martin-Baker did send him the pin and tie, I understand.
Sorry, bad memories seem the clearest...
Is the elevon (in the older jets like the Mirage III) able to provide as much control deflection as dedicated ailerons and elevators on equivalent fighters like the F-100, A-4 Skyhawk, MiG-21 or F-4 Phantom?
Well, our Kfirs managed to fight to a standstill F-4's, F-5's, F-14's and most others they were sent against, so i would say they had as good or better control authority than all the others.
Although we had one pilot return from a flight in worse shape than usual after a fight with a couple F-14's. Normally, they would be sweaty, dehydrated, and tired, but this guy, Orca was his call-sign, was in really bad shape. Flight suit soaked like he'd just gotten thrown in a pool, sweat still rolling down his head and face, guzzeling water like it was going out of style. All he said was "Never, ever get slow with a '14!!"
Remember, the Kfir's landing speed was around 200 kts, iirc. Very high stall speed, unlike a Tomcat. And the Tomcat crew can "trick" opponents by holding the wings back, even when they have much less energy than they would if the wings were allowed to sweep automatically. When the opponent over-flies them, THEN they allow the wings to do what they need to, and can maneuver very tightly. dirty trick, indeed.
Those pictures of the cockpit are real familiar, too, although we didn't have that large electronic screen in the upper center. Other than that, I could probably tell you what most, if not all, of the switches do, and what to do for a Daily inspection, a Turn-around, and so on. Brings back memories. I would be VERY careful about making certain the 7 pins were in the seat, looking to see each and every one was in the correct position. I wouldn't even come any higher up the ladder than needed to verify the pins, and until I had I made sure I leaned back, with both hands on the ladder, never on the plane. I'm a chicken. Besides, I saw way too many stains on VMFAT-101's, and VMFA-333's, hangar roofs. The inside of the roof. After my friend, Don Henderson, took his short flight, I got even more chicken, oddly.
I would never, EVER, enter the cockpit, unless the seat had been removed. They had a wooden adapter seat they would install when the regular M-B seat was out, like when it was in the hangar for inspections, people could sit in to do whatever work in the cockpit was required. If you look at the pictures of the side of the seat, there's a pin that's in the top-center, behind the Face-Curtain handle, and JUST forward the drogue chute pack. That set of folded over flaps you can see atop the seat. That's the pin for the main gun trigger. Can't be pulled when it's in.
The picture of the inside of the tail-pipe brought back a memory. We took the planes to high-power for a run, after engine work, and I got elected to walk the wing a few times. Even when it's in AB, which is an amazing feeling, standing beside the plane at the rear, in and of it's self, you can actually slide your fingers into the tail pipe, as long as you keep them flat to the metal of it. You sort of make your fingers into an upside down L, and slide them on in. Scary as hell, but very exhilarating to actually have your fingers that close to that much flame, but feeling no heat. It's called Laminar Airflow. The J-79 ducts some of the compressor air into the tail pipe to keep the exhaust, including the AB flame, off the metal. Keeps it off your fingers, too, thankfully. We were shown the trick by the lead Plane Captain, an Israeli. And the feeling of the AB...it's a rumbling that your whole body feels. Odd as heck.
Just as a side note, those black "MiG's" in Topgun were F-5's, Not Kfirs. The Corps didn't have any, when Topgun was filmed, although we got them very shortly after it was released.
Something the Israeli's DID bring with that stayed, and spread rapidly to most of the Marine Corps Air Stations, was the Shelter out on the flight-line. The off-white, wall-less stand-alone roof looking thing that's everywhere now. They brought a set to Yuma for '401, and they were so incredibly beneficial, they spread like wild-fire to other bases. My friend wasn't under one, thankfully, when he went to arm #12's (iirc) seat. That would have killed him, no question. The shelters made it so the planes didn't remove skin if touched during the day with bare hands. Without them, the planes got so hot, one touch would mean second degree burns, at least.
Sorry, gang, I reminisce too much...
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