Aaah, Phoenix. I often used to fly a Chinny full of Phoenices from Basra to Al Amarah and on the return journey take a Chinny-full of Phoenix wreckage. Each one seemed to last only a few days before it flew itself into the ground. Perhaps the best was one that came off the launch rail with full nose-down pitch command. That'll be half a second in the logbook for some pongo.