[@Willy Vereb]

You hear a whoosh. A blast of wind and smoke rustles your hair and then violently pushes against your body as the great missile propels itself into the air at incredible speeds. Its victim, a puny bomber, attempts evasive maneuver, but to no avail; the guided missile follows it like a hound before finally coming into contact. For a brief moment the sky is illuminated by a second sun, a massive fireball, and then the plane is no more: nothing but a clusterfuck of deadly debris that is now raining down on the enemy's heads.

Missiles are better.