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A Canadian company is seeking to go back in time to help fly Canada’s air force into the future.

Documents obtained by the Global News program “The West Block” indicate an update to the storied CF-105 Avro Arrow was put forward as an alternative to the purchase of F-35 stealth fighter jets.

 

Read more: http://news.nationalpost.com/2012/09/09/avro-arrow-redesign-pitched-as-alternative-to-f-35-stealth-fighter-jets/

 

We have the know how to build planes. Just look at Bombardier (they know how to build planes), true they never built a fighter jet before. We have CAE that can built the simulators (they already have government contracts), plus we have Pratt & Whitney. It would be interesting to see different parts of the Aerospace industry here in Quebec and Canada, come together and build something that can rival the F-35 or maybe even be more superior.

 

I would rather see a Canadian built plane, protecting Canada :thumbsup:

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