In the mid-eighties, I had a female student at PIT from Reese. I didn’t know hardly anything about her until I flew a Contact check with her at PIT. She either was or had been on SMS (Special Monitoring Status – behind the power curve) at the time. There were also “rumblings” around the squadron that she had gotten to where she was by being attractive. I hated that, so I decided to find out myself – as the Chief of the Check Section.
When she reported for her check ride she was a bit ’timid,’ as you might expect. I told her to get a cup of coffee or something to drink, then we sat down to brief. I told her to relax, that we were just going out to fly and have a bit of fun. I told her that I was interested in seeing “just how good she was,” and to have some fun along the way. As much as ”fun” as you could have on a check ride.
Now, I tend to ‘ad lib’ on occasion (shocking!). By the time we got to the end of the runway for departure, I think she may have forgotten she was on a check ride – and she subsequently had a great ride! She earned an Excellent on the ride.
In the debrief, I hardly had anything to say about the maneuvers she flew; I focused on her “listening to voices” in her head! I told her that those “voices” were all BS, regardless of the content or source, and that she was a good pilot and would make a great IP. Then I told her to call her Mom, be fair with her students, and sent her on her way.
The next time I saw her was on the ramp at Tinker AFB one afternoon. We were both on “out-and-backs;” she from Reese and me from Randolph. I was heading into Base Ops when I heard a voice call out, “Colonel Holliker!” I turned, and it was her. She came up to me and (quite unprofessionally btw) gave me a big hug! She went on to tell me she was doing well and that was about it. She was in great spirits!
A few months later, she was killed. She was flying with a “marginal” student – nothing “special” about this kid, and he “froze” on the stick in the flare on a (simulated) no-flap landing. She didn’t have the physical strength to overpower him. He (from what I heard) was a former football player. I think he was 29 out of a class of 28 in academics. So, as the jet began to roll into a stall, she punched out. Her chute became entangled with the jet and she was killed. The student rode through it all and sustained just a broken arm.
Okay, unfortunately, these things happen by the nature of our business. It is dangerous. However, there are some things an IP can do to mitigate it all. First impress upon your students, from the very beginning of training, when you say you “have the jet,” YOU HAVE THE JET! Let go!!! You need to say this with great conviction – to where they are scared shitless not to let go! And, it’s also about building trust with the student. This is imperative! And that trust will come, with time…
Thankfully, these ‘tragedies’ do not happen often; just be prepared!
To those who have been loyal followers, you may have noticed that I am not posting anywhere near as I used to. I have been introduced to YouTube. My channel is “Three’s In” – and you have to use the quotes when you search on YT.
I hope to re-engage here soon, but for now I’ll see you on YouTube!
“BA” is a friend, and is a great Aviator. I used to love flying with “B” on CT (continuation training) sorties; I learned so much from him. One afternoon after flying, while sipping a beer “B” shared this story with me.
When he was an IP at Laughlin AFB, TX one day he got “caught out” by the weather. It happens. A fast-moving front came through while he was out in the area and essentially shut down the airfield. Again, it happens. Because the weather had not been forecasted to fall below minimums when he departed, he did not plan for any “divert fuel,” e.g., a higher Bingo. So returning to base without the ‘legal’ divert fuel, and with no other options, he attempted an instrument approach into the field. Laughlin at the time, was ‘just at’ minimums. Upon reaching the Decision Height (DH) the runway was nowhere in sight so he executed a missed approach. Now he had ‘very little’ fuel remaining.
With the weather continuing to deteriorate at Laughlin, “B” began a climb and headed toward a divert base, Kelly AFB, TX, some 140 miles away. He declared an Emergency and he began a “Max Range” climb up into the low 40’s (40,000 feet plus.) When he leveled off he couldn’t stand burning any more fuel and felt he could that “glide” into Kelly, so he shut off both engines!
Our “glide speed” in the T-38 was 240 knots, plus fuel. His that day was 240 knots – he hardly had any gas left. As long as there is ’adequate’ airflow through the engines, the engine-driven hydraulic pumps will provide sufficient hydraulic pressure for the flight controls. Also, at that time, we had DC radios so “B” had communications with Air Traffic Control (ATC). About 10 miles or so from Kelly he picked up the runway, restarted the engines and landed without further event – with no gas remaining! One of the engines flamed out while taxing in.
At the time, shutting down both engines in flight was “illegal.” But what else would you do? Fly around until both engines quit, then jump out “legally?”
This is a shot of the approach end of Rwy 13 at Seguin Aux Airfield, TX.
The approach end of RWY 13, Seguin Aux, TX
Notice the close proximity of Hwy 90 to the airfield. Now you have the background for this story.
One day Joe was flying at Seguin in various T-38 overhead patterns and landings. On this particular approach, the student was flying a no-flap approach. It was sometime around mid-February and the San Antonio rodeo was about to happen. This always included ‘Trail Rides’ from all over the state heading to San Antonio. This particular day was no exception.
As the student rolled out on final, Joe saw a column of trail riders making their way along Hwy 90. Then he noticed the student was ‘sinking’ on final approach. He mentioned it to the student but didn’t see much of a response. Joe really didn’t want to take the jet as it would mean “pinking” (failing) the kid and he would have to write it up. But shortly thereafter Joe couldn’t stand it much anymore. He took the jet, lit the burners, and went around. In telling the story Joe told me they were “really low” over the riders!
On the go-around, Joe looked in his mirrors and saw riders trying to regain control of their horses and a chuck wagon heading for the ditch. It was about this time the student remarked, “Hey, that was fun, can we do it again?”
“Not hardly,” Joe replied, “I think they all might be kind of pissed off, and they have guns!”
I had a young IP who worked for me and was about to head off to the airlines. Before he left he had one last Instrument Check (ride) to fly. As it turned out he was assigned to fly with this ‘zipper-headed, no-brain’ from Stan/Eval (Standardization and Evaluation). I didn’t think much about it as Tom was one of my better instructor pilots.
I was the SOF (Supervisor of Flying) when Tom came down to sign in from his flight and out of curiosity I asked him how it went. He replied, “Not too well Boss. I think I stuck one (landing) in the overrun.” Crap! It happens, but not often.
So I called out to the’ Little House on the Prairie,’ the RSU (Runway Supervisory Unit), and asked if they had any comments on ‘Cheeta 17.’
“Yeah Boss,” the Controller said, “he put one in the overrun.”
“By very much?” I asked.
“Nah,” came the reply, “maybe 10 or 15 feet.” Crap, it happens.
So then I told him, “Okay, there will be a case of beer in your car when you get in if you add 25 feet to his touchdown.”
“You got it Boss, Bud Light!” came his reply!
No sooner than I hung up, the flight examiner came in, went over to a secondary phone we had to the RSU, and called the Controller. I doubt if even 30 seconds had passed. I overheard him ask if they had touched down in the overrun, to which the Controller told him ‘it was close,’ but on the runway.
When he hung up and was about to walk away I asked him if there was a problem. He told me he had a question about a landing. I then “rolled in on him;” telling him that I didn’t mind if he used the phone, but it usually was common courtesy to ask for permission first. He recognized right away that he had indeed breached protocol, apologized, and I sent him on his way. As soon as I got off SOF duty I headed over to buy a case of Bud Light…
For many years I never said anything about the incident until I ran into Tom at the airlines. Then we had a nice chuckle about it all, and a Bud Light!
Years ago Dear Ole Dad gave me some old clay marbles. I keep them in an old milk bottle from our hometown, Whitehouse, OH. The bottle comes from the Longenecker Dairy.
Turns out he made them as a kid. Dad was born in 1916 so perhaps these marbles were made 100 years ago now (2023?). At any rate, they are not uniform in size or symmetrical. Must have made for some interesting matches!
I can only imagine the fun the kids had in those days when they had to really “knuckle down” to play!
The date was 27 September 1964 and the bird was 62-4318. Plain and simple, this was a pilot-error crash, I took a perfectly good F-105 and bashed it into the trees. But it was a tough bird that the Maintenance Magicians fixed, it survived the war, and this great machine now sits on a pedestal in Centralia, Illinois.
These were strange times for many of us in the three F-105 squadrons. We had 24 Fully Mission Capable (FMC) birds on alert in Korea. And, I think, 24 FMC birds in Thailand. These deployments left very few flyable birds on the home station, Yokota AB, Japan. In the weeks before the crash, I was at the home station and was getting very little flying time. My Form 5 shows three landings in the month before the crash.
On 25 September 1964 it was time to head south to Korat AB, Thailand. I boarded a C-130 for a hop to Kadena AB, Okinawa and then a hop to Korat. The C-130 landed at Kadena broken so we had to stay overnight and did not get out until the afternoon of 26 September 64. We landed at Korat late in the afternoon where I was assigned a cot in the tent next to the “Officer’s Club Tent”. I was also told I was on the first flight the next morning.
I didn’t sleep much that night and awoke at, I think, about 0400 and it was still dark. Rich Graham was the flight leader for the four ship flight. Lee White was Number 2, Charlie Hanson was Number 3, and I was Number 4. Rich briefed that it would be a local flight and that we were going to practice a new maneuver that was being developed at Nellis AFB, Nevada. It was called a “Popup” and involved a low level, high speed run to a point offset from the target where you pulled up into a steep climb and then a roll over the top into a dive run. As I later discovered, the “offset” needed to be a fairly long distance from the target due to the turn radius of the F-105.
When we took off it was daylight and we flew around for a bit, until the wing tanks were dry. Rich called out a “target” and had us set up for the attack. I don’t remember how many runs we made before the crash as I remember at least one good pass but I do remember the last pass. I pulled up hard and was tight in the turn over the top inverted. As I rolled out for the dive I knew I was steep and slow. I kept on the power and pulled to the buffet but the “Gs” were low and the bird was sinking. It hit hard, nose up, but it hit with a flying wing and was not stalled.
The bird blew threw the trees and came out with enormous vibration and a hard-left rolling moment. It took full right stick and full right rudder to control the roll. I thought I would have to eject so I was reaching for altitude. I could see the tanks were rolled up and over the wings so I punched them off and that helped the vibration a bit. I didn’t notice at the time that the leading edge flaps were gone.
I still had the hard left rolling moment but that eased a bit after I got some altitude and started slowing down. I seem to remember climbing to 10,000 feet but I am not sure about that. All of the systems in the bird seemed to be functioning so I slowed below 250-knots and dropped the gear which came down and locked normally.
I called Korat Approach Control, told them I had a damaged bird, and needed a long straight-in approach. They responded that they had an 800-foot overcast with good visibility underneath. I came through the overcast at over 200-knots as I felt I needed the speed for control and was lined up with the arming area. There were two birds in the arming area and one of them was powering up and blowing dirt to get out of the way. I moved to the right and spiked it on the runway at about 200-knots, well above the drag chute limit. I dropped the nose and went full on the brakes. It didn’t seem as if I was getting anything from the brakes as the anti-skid had to be cycling and I had to wait to 170-knots for the chute. The chute came out and held and the bird started slowing. I got it stopped and taxied in. It is a good thing I did not need the tail hook as I left it at the crash site.
The walk around of the bird showed the leading edge flaps were gone. The bomb bay doors had been pushed up and burst the bomb bay tank. Most of the ribs from the bomb bay back were broken. The ventral fin and the tail hook were gone. The left stabilizer had been sheared from the cross over tube and was cranked into the side of the fuselage which accounted for the left rolling moment; the left stabilizer was jammed in an up position so the right stabilizer was doing all of the pitch control.
The bird was lifted to the IRAN (Inspect and Repair As Necessary) facility at Tainan, Taiwan in pieces where it was repaired. As you can see by the picture, it looks like a new airplane.
The Squadron Commander was Bill Peters who was a stern no-nonsense guy and he called Rich and me to his office. Needless to say I was shaken a bit about things and was worried as I went into the office. But Colonel Peters calmly asked us to tell him what happened. Rich told him of the briefing and all he knew about the mission. I told him that I had just screwed up the maneuver and could not make the pull out.
Colonel Peters called us all together later that day and told us essentially that there were two kinds of pilot-error accidents. One is a pilot screwing around with a private airshow and he crashes. The other is a pilot trying to do the job assigned and he crashes. He added that my crash was the latter, that it was a line-of-duty crash; that I was trying to manage the assigned mission and it did not work out. He said we will support Sam through this problem. I admired Bill Peters before that day and much more after that.
A few days later I returned to Yokota AB on a C-130, landing close to midnight. My Wing Commander was Chester Van Etten and he met me at the aircraft which was a surprise for me. He didn’t say much more than, “Sam, I think the Old Man is going to kick your ass and my ass off this base”. I remember this direct quote very well. I asked what he meant and he said that the Commander of 41st Air Division, Colonel Maurice Martin, wanted me in his office at 0700 the next morning.
Needless to say that I did not sleep much that night so it was easy to be up early. I suited up in the Class-A uniform and drove over to the Air Division Headquarters. I left early as I had never been to the headquarters and was not sure how to get there or where the headquarters building was located. I got there early and the secretary was kind of laughing when she said Colonel Martin was waiting for me. Needless to say I was in a state of great concern at this moment.
I went into the office, saluted, and said I was reporting as ordered. Colonel Martin was smiling, he saluted back, and then he said, “You almost busted your ass”. I told it was close and then he said, “What would I have told your mother?” I asked why he would be talking to my mother and he said they had gone to high school together in Bluefield, West Virginia. He told me to not worry about the crash and then we spent about an hour talking about Bluefield and Beaver High School.
I went back to Yokota where Colonel Van Etten wanted to know what happened. I told him Colonel Martin told me to “keep up the good work”. I did not tell him about my mother, Bluefield, and the Beaver High School connection until many years later.
All of the senior officers then were special people. I visited with Colonel Van Etten several times a year when he was in his nineties. I was with him just a month or so before he died at age 95-years. My eyes get a bit cloudy when I think of Bill Peters and Chester Van Etten.
The effects of the crash stayed with me for more than a year. The movie “Top Gun” showed that when Cruise crashed the Tom Cat. It isn’t fear but a loss of self-confidence that is necessary for controlling a bird like the F-105. Those of you that play golf know of the problems when you start to think too much about what you doing; movements have to be natural and without thinking about that move. Fortunately, I eventually got back to being comfortable and natural in the Thud.
“The Book of Sam,” is a new category I am creating of stories Colonel Sam Morgan has shared with me here of late. I have never met Colonel Morgan personally, but I have known him all my life. He embodies the ‘Fighter Pilot spirit’ I have held ever since I began riding my bicycle like an F-86 as a kid.
I first heard of Colonel Morgan from my father-in-law, Colonel Bobby J. Mead. They had flown F-105s together in Japan. In the early 70s, Dad would begin to tell a story involving Sam, and he would start to laugh, unable to continue as he thought about what was coming. Then he would compose himself and continue, only to begin laughing again. So I knew a ‘little bit’ about Colonel Morgan before I actually met him (electronically).
A couple of years ago I discovered him in a Facebook group dedicated to F-105 pilots. I reached out to him and we have been chatting ever since. And he has validated a lot of the stories I heard from Dad, and they make me laugh!
Here recently I asked him if I could include his stories on a You Tube channel I have, “Three’s In”, and he graciously agreed to let me share them. These are “priceless” stories as they give the viewer insight into a period of Air Force flying and operations that could only have occurred when it did. Men like Colonel Morgan were, and remain my Heroes.
I am grateful to Colonel Morgan for allowing me to publish his stories here and I hope that you enjoy them as much as I do. I am proud to wear the same wings as he does…
This is a story Colonel Sam Morgan shared with me about a flight he had with Bart over to Osan, Korea in the early 60s..
“I think it was 1962 or maybe 61. Bart and I were sent to Osan in an F-100F for Armed Forces Day. We had the night off so we took a taxi to Pyong Tech for an evening at the Officer’s Club. We were carrying on at the bar, eating a raw steak, and yelling & hollering. There were a bunch of Koran girls in the room wearing evening dresses and Bart kept yelling, “What are these wh… doing in the OC. Finally, some guy came up and announced he was the Colonel in charge of the Post and he had as many of us as he could stand. He was in the process of heaving us out when another Colonel came up, and announced he was in charge of the helicopter unit, and he wanted us to stay. We stayed and I don’t remember how the evening ended but we awoke in a tent the next morning with a Sergeant shining our shoes (you had to wear Class A off base in Korea). He said we had made a hit the night before and there was a helicopter waiting to take us where ever we wanted. We did not feel well so we opted for a ride back to Osan.
We flipped a coin and I lost so Bart went to the Alert Pad and to bed and I went to the flight line to stand with the airplane. About mid-afternoon Bart came bopping down, fresh as a daisy, and said, “Let’s go”. I told him we had to stay til 1700 and he said bull shit. We climbed in, cranked, tossed the ladder off onto the ramp, and started taxiing through the crowd — me in the back and Bart in the front. We had 450s (external fuel tanks) so lots of fuel, but also a 450-knot speed limit.
As we climbed out Bart said, “We can’t go back without saying goodbye to our Army friends” and I said, “course not”. We were at about 20,000 and below us, we could see hundreds of tents in very neat rows and columns with a broad main street right down the middle — all dirt roads. Bart nosed over with the burner lit and headed down. I told him we were over the tank limit and he said he didn’t worry about that. Soon we are very low and at a very high speed coming down Main street. To give you an idea of the altitude, we almost made it under the wires — but not quite.
We hit and I hollered that we had hit something. Bart said he didn’t feel it. I told him to look back at my canopy where it was scratched opaque except for two little bands, one on each side. I could see damage to the tanks. Bart pulled up and we headed for Japan. He suggested that we go out over the Sea of Japan, bailout, and claim that it caught fire. I vetoed that idea and told him they would know why it caught fire. We landed at Itazuke after dark on a Friday night so the only guy on the flight line was a guy to set the chocks. We we got out of the aircraft he said something to the effect, ” H— Sh–, what did you guys hit?” We told him to put the bird in the hanger, we would be back.
Our Maintenance Officer was Mother Hubbard and we had squadron maintenance. We went to the club, got Mother, and returned to the hangar. As we walked he said something to the effect, “H— Sh–, what did you guys hit?” We told him we had already gone through that with the mechanic, could we fix it?
We worked with the mechanics all weekend putting on a new canopy, new tanks, and some skin patching on the rudder which was what cut the wires. On Monday things seemed quiet so at 1400 Bart came up and suggested we go to the club to celebrate the Great Escape. We were at the bar celebrating when Max Beall came in, ordered us to attention, and read Article 32 of the UCMJ. It turns out we had not noticed the skin missing on top of the nose. Charlie McClarren had gone out to fly the plane and, as he topped the ladder, he glanced at the nose to see nothing but ribs and radios.
We were grounded and the investigation started. Many times I was asked if I was innocent and I had to say we were both equally guilty although I probably would have gotten under the wires. After about a month where I was permanent range officer and Bart (I think) was permanent Mobile, they had a big trial — like a real criminal trial. After deliberations they announced that it wasn’t really our fault but it was a lack of training; that indeed, with the right training we would have made it under the wires. They started with the punishment phase and were starting to say that Bart and I could not fly together for a month when our Flight Commander, Bob Middlebrooks, hopped up from the back and said, “Hold it, Colonel, I think you are being too hard on the boys.” Bart then hopped up and told Middlebrooks to be quiet.
After a little discussion, the court agreed and announced that we would take a low-level training mission over Korea with Middlebrooks in the back as the Instructor.
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