I was 14,000 ft at night in the Wx east of Baghdad on the 3rd night of OIF. I was trying to fly formation and take a HARM shot on time. The clouds were flashing around us, which I hoped was lightning. I was spiked by a roland, and I had the giant hand pushing me toward my flight lead. I finally got so f*cked up I just set my wings and pulled away from 1. I didn't know if I was pulling up, down, or sideways. I got right back in formation, though, because I didn't really want to be out there single ship.