This supposed Mig-31 one looks like a sycamore seed spiralling gently to the ground.
We need to send a war poet of Wilfred Owens' calibre to do the Ukraine conflict aesthetic justice and squeeze out all the pathos for posterity
If the tank has made the mistake of turning its back on you to expose its tender rump then you don't need the swoopy doo new missiles. A traditional direct blast up the fart pipe will suffice...