“As you trod out in the morning….”

I stumbled across Waddy Mitchell and Don Edwards here a few years ago and instantly became a ‘fan.’  This piece below, “Commuting,” really grabbed me.  It’s not a stretch for me to sit back, close my eyes and find myself walking out to the Jet in the coolness of the early morning.

The ramp is quiet, but soon will be alive.  I look over and see Rat, and Lerq, and Marty, Joe, Butch and many others; all carrying their helmet bags as we walk to our assigned jets.  Our flight briefing earlier went much the same as what you’ll soon hear here.  And I offer that there are many other things you’ll hear in the piece that you’ll be able to relate to – if you have ever walked out to a jet in the early morning as I have…

So, take a moment, sit back and reflect on how very fortunate we were, and are – to have slipped the surly bonds as we did…

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A Tribute to the King

(The following was provided by Rat.)

A TRIBUTE TO THE KING

16 August 79:  It was a hot, humid, summer morning at an un-named USAF base
in northeast Mississippi.  I was a T-38 IP in Eagle Flight.  This particular
day marked the second anniversary of the death of Elvis Presley – “The
King”.  One year to the day prior, some of the Eagle IPs  decided to pay
tribute to “The King” with a memorial flyby of Graceland.  It was obviously
a superb  idea at the time, the flight went great and so it was more or
less decided it would become an Eagle tradition.  Just one small act of
kindness on our part to honor Elvis and brighten the spirit of a nation in
mourning.

There was plenty of Continuation Training (CT) flying available and Eagle
was manned IPs and guest help who really liked flying T-38s.  Our scheduler
always ordered jets for our “off half” of the day and so most of us would
come in early or stay late in order to fly CTs.  Seems like about 99% of
these were 2-ship and 4-ship.  We were  very good in all aspects of
formation flying.   As we were showing up to fly one of the guys mentioned
it was the second anniversary of Elvis’s death and thus the day for
“Tribute to The King” part dieu.  Of course everyone was onboard with that
– even our new  Flight Commander who was in day one of his job and  the
squadron’s newest 2LT FAIP who had just been assigned to the flight.

Navy Memphis ( Millington NAS ) was one of the places we used for
instrument training .We had a canned profile that allowed us to fly
approaches at the NAS and  Memphis International (MEM).  Shocking as it may
seem we all knew with  MEM  on north flow a slight right turn on the
missed approach  would take us  right down Elvis Presley Blvd and over
Graceland.  It was basically part of the regular profile and required no
special coordination. ie. no paper trail or untidy ATC tapes.

We hit the high points of the 4-ship brief , signed out the jets, grabbed
our gear and stepped.  The departure was in 2-ship elements, we rejoined and
dropped into the MOA for some wing work followed by more challenging
exercises just to make sure we were tuned up for the real mission.
Following an enroute descent lead checked us in with Memphis Approach and
ask for an ILS low approach and directed the flight into left echelon on
base turn.  We configured on the glide-slope and just to make sure we had
the appropriate amount of smash and time for perfect positioning for the
low approach, we “cleaned up”  a little early, blew  by the tower
evidently looking pretty good because the controller said something to the
effect “Hang 10, that was FANTASTIC!!  Can you do it again?  Lead replied
“Be glad to – Short Vectors.”  Second time around was better than the
first. Repositioned to to fingertip as we made the right turn down Elvis
Presley Blvd headed for Graceland.  The flight was ” on a wire” as we
passed overhead.  One of the guys has since remarked “I can’t believe we
weren’t on TV !!

Of course we were now 10 feet tall and bullet proof, a little low on fuel
but no real sweat. J ust enough for an enroute descent back into homeplate
for another4-ship  approach followed by a closed full stop.  Lead called
“VFR entry – request straight in for 4.”  The RSU Controller was another
Eagle Flight IP on his first unsupervised tour after checking out as a
controller. Of course he said “Approved.”  Turning  final we reformed into
left echelon and configured on the VASI glide-slope.  Again, we cleaned up
a little early so we could properly manage our energy –  which was copious
–  and flew a very nice echelon low pass down the runway followed by
burner pitchups to closed downwind for full stops, formed back up at the
turnoff and taxied back to parking  in formation.

GREAT FLIGHT with one miscalculation.  The  Commander’s picture
window had a very nice view of the approach end through about mid-field if
we were on north flow.  He happened to be looking out that window pondering
the state of his kingdom as we performed our arrival show.  A  4-ship
echelon low approach was not something he saw everyday.

Goes without saying we were eminently pleased with ourselves  when
walked into  the “chute shop.” As we were stowing our gear there was a
VERY LOUD voice –  “GENTLEMEN – VIETNAM IS DEAD!!!!  Sounded a lot like
the SQ CC.  Sure enough it was, and he did not seem to share in our sense of
aerial accomplishment.

As far as I know the only guys invited by the CC to a “fireside chat” were
the RSU Controller, the newly minted  2LT FAIP  and our brand new  flight
commander.  He entered a plea and rolled over on the rest of us with a
full soul cleansing catharsis.  The CC shunned the rest of us for about a
month and that was the extent of it.  Somebody else suffered  a heinous
lapse in judgement and the  “The First Law of Thermodynamics” came into
play i.e., ‘If the heat is on somebody else, it is off of you.’  Nobody was
fired but there was not a “Tribute to the King,” part three.

Just for clarification it seems ATC at that time was undergoing a period
of “enlightenment.”  AFM 51-38 wasn’t much more than a pamphlet and if it
didn’t expressly prohibit something it was generally OK to do it as long
as it wasn’t completely stupid.  I don’t remember anything about this
flight that was out of line – just slightly expanded the mundane
day-to-day operations.

It was fun. Commander probably just wishes he had been with us.

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Say Davy…

Overheard from Col. William B. Travis to Davy Crockett, as they stood looking out over the wall of the Alamo just before dawn,

Alamo

 

“Say Davy, did somebody order up some concrete work I don’t know anything about?”

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German Luftwaffe Fighter Pilot, or U-Boat Captain?

A friend called yesterday to tell me that he was heading up to an auction to (perhaps) buy a German Luger.  I have a German Luger – they are neat weapons.

As we talked I told him that if he indeed bought a Luger,  we would then haf (German for ‘have’) to go shopping for German Luftwaffe tunics.  Only fitting; we are both retired pilots.   And we wouldn’t want to be sitting on a porch somewhere with our Lugers, waiting for some unsuspecting salesman while looking tacky now, would we?  (Reference: “Second Hand Lions”).

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We laughed a bit, then I mentioned that we would also need a hat – but only one.  The German WW II hats actually doubled as either a Luftwaffe pilot’s hat, when worn conventionally, or U-Boat Captain’s hat, when worn backwards!   More laughing…

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Just depends upon the task at hand… LOL!

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A Lesson In Clearing

After reading an earlier post here, a friend shared this story:

My first FOT (Follow-On-Training) flight as a new IP in “L” flight was with a couple of “O” flight guys, Chuck H. and Mark M.  I can’t remember the other IP.  I was flying with Chuck and the experience was rather enlightening.  Spent a lot of time in afterburner in the area (learned how to really fly extended trail ) and flew some pretty impressive overheads (rolling out just short of overrun) back at Vance.  I think that we landed min fuel (not announcing it ) after about .8 of flight time.  I had a great time and decided that being an IP was going to be fun after all .  Shortly after returning to squadron, Chuck and I were standing at attention in front of Lt. Col. Goddard’s (ops officer) desk explaining our actions.  Seems the DO was in the RSU and observed our antics in the pattern.  Even though he chewed our asses, I think LTC Goddard understood.  I tried to learn from Chuck and Mark’s introduction and continue in their tradition.  However, I was more careful back in the pattern, especially if their was a blue staff car beside the RSU.  Have not thought about this in years.  Thanks for reminding me how much fun it was flying the T-38.

(This is one of the beauties about this blog – having friends chime in every now and then, with ‘your’ stories!  Thanks!)

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Randy 10 Lead Is ‘Bingo’

In flying, ‘Bingo’ is the term we use that means we have just enough fuel remaining to return to the base, land and have our ‘minimum fuel’ by regulation.  More often than not, in T-38 flying, that value is 600 pounds.  At Randolph Field, TX we would use 400 pounds for recovery.  So, in this case, our ‘Bingo’ would be 1,000 pounds.  Many of the guys I flew with would kick this figure up a bit, to maybe 1,200 pounds or so, ‘just in case…’  Probably not a bad idea at the time we were flying ’38’s.  Today, with so little flying due to ‘sequestration,’ I reckon you could get away with 1,000 pounds – no worries.

Anyway, this one afternoon Jim E., call sign “Rat,” was a check pilot in a 2-ship formation flight.   Toward the end of the mission he was flying as the Number 2 guy.  The formation was in ‘extended trail’ at the time.  This is a formation wherein the number 2 guy flies 500 to 800 feet behind the lead aircraft, maneuvering in a 30-degree cone as needed to stay in position.

All of a sudden Lead calls, “Randy 10 is Bingo.”  By convention we usually didn’t call ‘Bingo’ as Lead; we would just call (air traffic control) for recovery.  As in this case, the leader would usually just rock his wings, to rejoin the formation, and call for recovery – often at the same time.

In this case however, Lead never stood a chance.  We had talked about this situation numerous times, usually after a couple-3 beers, and Rat was primed for him.  “Roger,” Rat, upon hearing Lead’s, ‘Bingo’ call replies, “Randy 10-2 copies, go Channel 4, descent check.”  Now Lead is screwed!

(In our East operating areas we were under the control of Houston Center.  For recovery we had to switch over to San Antonio Approach Control.)  So now Jim goes over to San Antonio Approach, and Lead is still on Houston Center.  He has lost complete control of the formation.  (I don’t know if Jim briefed the other check pilot or not – I suspect he might have…).  Anyway, it is not long before Lead breaks the code and switches over Channel 4, just in time to hear Jim say, “Randy 10 flight check.”  Lead now replies, “Randy 10 Lead,” totally flustered…

I don’t know how far it went after this, I was laughing so hard as Jim told us the story later that evening – after a couple beers, of course.  But I will guess that that kid never called ‘Bingo” ever again, as Lead!

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Gas Training

When I was in Aerospace Munitions School in the Fall of 1968 we had to go through ‘tear gas training.’  This is where they put us in a room then tossed in canisters of tear gas.  Not the ‘mild’ stuff, but the ‘real deal!’  We carried gas masks but weren’t allowed to put them on until we received the ‘word’ from the instructors.  And our instructors didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry to give us ‘the word.’  Anyway, I just saw this on a post in Facebook; I can ‘relate.’

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‘Gas Training’ was the last lesson we had that day.  Just before we were released we were told NOT to go to the Officer’s Club for lunch.  Telling that to us was stupid.  Any guesses where we went for lunch?

Tear gas not only gets into your eyes and nose; it also gets into your clothes – and lingers.  Although it took us perhaps a half-hour or so to get to the Club, the gas was still in our uniforms.  By then we had become totally acclimated to it, and were showing no adverse effects at all as we got in the lunch line.

That line cleared in less than 30 seconds!  People tearing up, hacking, spinning around in anguish – and we were just standing there!  What?  LOL!  It is still funny as Hell!

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One of My Favorites…

On a rainy day, an little Indian boy from the tribe goes to his chief and asks, “Chief, how do you name all the people of our tribe?”

The Chief replies,”Oh, it quite easy.  When baby born, I look first thing I see moving in wilderness, and name baby just that.”

“How so?” asks the Indian.

“Well,” replies the Chief, “if I see coyote running in field, I name baby Running Coyote; if I see bull sit, I name baby Sitting Bull.”

“Oh, I see now” says the Indian boy.

The Chief then turns to the little Indian boy and asks, “Why so curious today, Two Dogs Fucking?”

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WNA – 5

“We do not want churches because they will teach us to quarrel about God…”

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“Why Don’t You Fly for a Little Bit, Bob?”

We took a 4-ship of T-38s from Randolph Field, TX to Tyndall AFB, FL one weekend, just to enjoy the weekend on the beach.  I was flying with Nick A., our squadron commander.  Good guy.

Enroute we had a planned stop at England AFB, LA – at Alexandria, LA – for a gas-and-go.  When we departed Randolph the weather at ‘Alex’ was forecast to be okay.  It was suppose to ‘go down’ later that evening.

Nick did the takeoff and flew the better part of the leg to Alex.  During the descent we were advised that the ceiling was dropping sooner than expected.  At that time, maybe 40 – 50 miles from landing, we still had VFR (Visual Flight Rules) weather.  As we continued to drill in closer, the ceiling continued to drop.  The cloud deck above us was kinda thick so visibility was also dropping, to the point where we needed radar vectors to Initial.

About 5 or 6 miles out we picked up the runway.  It wasn’t raining but it was misty.  As we reached 2 or 3 miles out Nick said, “Why don’t you fly for a while Bob?”  Swell; but no worries.  I took control and began planning for the pitch out.

I had no idea what our altitude was at the time – I was focused on remaining below the clouds.  And at this time we didn’t have the gas to split up for instrument approaches.

I pitched out and glanced at the altimeter – 800 feet above the ground!  And I was just below the cloud deck!  (Our minimum ceiling for an ‘overhead visual pattern’ was 2,500 feet or so.)  Oh well – you do what you have to do.

We all eventually all got down, and nobody said a word.  “Why don’t you fly for a while, Bob?” is all I could think about!

After we got our gas, we took off in two 2-ship formations.  The weather wasn’t good enough for a 4-ship flight to Tyndall!

(I had forgotten all about this flight until a friend of mine was reminding me of it the other day.  He was in one of the other jets, and we laughed about it – now!  LOL!)

 

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