There's a short story from the 1950s called something like "Hawk Among the Pigeons" in which a jet fighter is transported back to World War I...
And is largely useless. There's not enough metal in WWI planes to show up on his radar, so he can't use his missiles, he can't fly slow enough to get them in his gunsights, and a single mission uses up all the locally available kerosene (the closest thing WWI has to jet fuel). He basically ends up using his supersonic shock wave to knock a couple of enemy planes from the air, and then joins the infantry.
There's another story I recall, possibly by Keith Laumer, in which a modern soldier is transported back to the medieval period and finds himself completely outclassed by the style of warfare in that period, plus the tech is not sufficiently advanced for him to duplicate his (modern) weapons. So he kills lots of enemy until he runs out of ammo, and then he's taken down by a berserker charge.
And of course, there's "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" by Mark Twain, the granddaddy of them all.
Flint has specifically said that the town in 1632 is based on the town in which he grew up. Yee-haw, West Virginia!
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And is largely useless. There's not enough metal in WWI planes to show up on his radar, so he can't use his missiles, he can't fly slow enough to get them in his gunsights, and a single mission uses up all the locally available kerosene (the closest thing WWI has to jet fuel). He basically ends up using his supersonic shock wave to knock a couple of enemy planes from the air, and then joins the infantry.
There's another story I recall, possibly by Keith Laumer, in which a modern soldier is transported back to the medieval period and finds himself completely outclassed by the style of warfare in that period, plus the tech is not sufficiently advanced for him to duplicate his (modern) weapons. So he kills lots of enemy until he runs out of ammo, and then he's taken down by a berserker charge.
And of course, there's "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" by Mark Twain, the granddaddy of them all.
Flint has specifically said that the town in 1632 is based on the town in which he grew up. Yee-haw, West Virginia!