The T-38 Stall Ride: Part III – Discoveries

In the summer of ’85, as I continued to ‘fine tune’ the ride, I made several discoveries – perhaps things I already knew, but didn’t know I knew them.  Or, more accurately, I didn’t know the full consequences or impact of what I knew.

My first revelation was that the Navy and Air Force had a fundamental philosophical difference in the way the Final Turn is flown.  The Navy used more of a “power on” approach; e.g., they consider the throttles primarily for controlling the descent rate and/or sink rate more than the airspeed.  I think with this philosophy Navy aviators tend to have a greater appreciation of the relationship between the throttles and descent rates than Air Force pilots do.  Of note, at the time of my work in 1985, the Navy had not experienced any T-38 stall/sink rate-related accidents.

My second discovery was that (perhaps) we were placing too much emphasis on the AOA (angle of attack) indicator in our stall recognition training.  ATC treated the AOA indicator as the ‘panacea’ to stall recognition, and it just isn’t always the case.

In the ’38 we had 2 AOA indicators: a light system on the dash, and a gauge in the cockpit.  The light system consisted of 3 lights: a red, or slow, ‘down’ arrow; a yellow, or fast “up” arrow; and a green on speed “donut” in the center of the indicator.  The arrows directed the pilot which way to put the nose of the aircraft when illuminated.

The gauge in the cockpit reflected the percentage of maximum lift, expressed in AOA.  The problem with this system is, pilots became too dependent upon this “idiot light,” in combination with the gauge indication, to recognize stalls or sink rates.  On the proposed stall/sink-rate ride, I could put a jet in a very high sink rate, with normal, on-speed indications both on the light system, and on the cockpit AOA gauge.  This became a real eye-opener for IPs and students alike!

The other thing I discovered was a developing resistance from ‘Command.’  We had the ride ‘in place’ when ATC Stan/Eval showed up for our Wing inspection that cycle, and actually received “kudos” for the initiative.  HQ ATC Stan/Eval was totally behind our effort in this endeavor.  However, others in the Command were not convinced.  Yet they still could not counter the argument: if our T-38 stall/sink rate recognition training was adequate, why were we still losing folks?  And that’s what actually sold it.

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The T-38 Stall Ride: Part II – Development

Once I became convinced that we could teach T-38 stall and sink-rate recognition and recovery procedures better than we were, I began to dig deeper into things – and I made some interesting discoveries.  I was able to access the ATC archives and found the first edition of ATCM 51-38, the manual used to teach flying the T-38.  Out of curiosity, before I went any further, I also looked at a T-33 flight manual.  The T-33 was the jet used before the T-38 became operational.  It was a ‘straight-wing’ aircraft while the ’38 is a ‘swept-wing’ aircraft.

In reviewing the two flight manuals I was astounded to find that the paragraphs on “stall recovery” for both aircraft were virtually the same!  It appeared that someone had just taken the paragraph on T-33 stall characteristics and recovery techniques, and transferred it to ATCM 51-38.  They failed to fully realize that the stall characteristics and behaviors of the T-33 (straight wing) and the T-38 (swept wing) are remarkably different.  In addition, the T-38 is prone to very high sink rates with low thrust settings, e.g. with the throttles retarded.  It was at this point then that I began to shift my attention more on T-38 high sink rates than on their actual stall characteristics.

After extracting the 39 stall/sink rate-related accidents from the ATC Flight Safety database, I created a simple matrix that included the phase of flight (straight-in approach, final turn, short final), aircraft configuration (gear up or down, flap setting), pattern spacing (e.g. too ‘tight’ to the runway or too wide from the runway), solo or dual, and so forth.  When it was complete it was very revealing.  In all cases, the position of the throttles was the common denominator.  In each accident, they were found to be at or near the Idle position just before the onset of either the stall and/or a high sink rate.

While the T-38 stall characteristics tend to be very obvious, the onset of a high sink rate is very insidious.  Yes, these accidents were categorized as ‘stall’ related, but the real problem was the induced high sink rate.  Now I had a problem.  It wasn’t T-38 ” “stalls” per se that were leading to these mishaps, it was their high sink rates!

Now that I had a deeper understanding of the problem at hand, I began to work on the solution.  As the Chief of the Wing Stan Eval Division at the time, I could get a jet just about any time I wanted or needed to.  This greatly facilitated my project here.  I then sought out the most experienced IPs (Instructor Pilots) we had on base at the time and with their inputs, the T-38 Stall/Sink Rate Ride began to take shape.  Now it was time to take to the air.

We typically performed our stall maneuvers from 13,000 to 19,000 feet, with the Throttles set to 85%.  We would typically begin with a simulated “Normal Final Turn” stall with the flaps at either Full or 60%.  Once configured, we would roll into a Final Turn attitude and begin increasing back stick pressure.  It wouldn’t take long before the aircraft would begin transitioning through its characteristic stall buffets (light, moderate, heavy) before developing into a fully developed stall.  At that point, the sink rate would become “obvious.”

Then we took the exercise a step further; we reduced the throttles even more.  In doing this we could show how we could induce a high sink rate without transitioning through the typical T-38 stall buffets!  As a matter of fact, I could put the aircraft into a very high sink rate, and point out that the AOA (angle of attack) indicators (the windscreen colored “arrow” indicator, and the cockpit gauge indicator), were reflecting “Normal!”  All the while the aircraft was sinking like a rock!

After I had the ride where I wanted it, I had to sell it.  ATC in those days tended to be very ‘parochial’ in its thinking.  I knew when I went to Command to present my idea, I would have to be very sensitive as to how I presented the idea.  I was not only suggesting a new way to approach T-38 Stall/Sink Rate training, but I was also suggesting the ride be “ungraded!”  This was not without precedence.  The T-37  Spin Ride in T-37 Pilot Instructor Training was ungraded.

So I opened the proposal with a simple question: if our T-38 training of stalls and sink rate recognition and recovery is “adequate,” then why are we continuing to lose folks after 25 years of operational experience?  As late as early 1986 two pilots were killed at Sheppard AFB, TX in a Final Turn sink rate mishap.

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The T-38A Stall Ride: Part 1 – The Concept

In the spring of 1985 I was the 12th Flying Training Wing (FTW) Chief of Stan Eval at Randolph Field, TX when HQ/ATC (Air Training Command) convened a ‘risk-assessment’ conference on all aspects of our flying operations.  It probably wasn’t a bad idea – to take a ‘time out,’ and have a look at how we were doing business.

As the conference began, one of the “high-risk” maneuvers identified was the ‘T-38 Final Turn.’  This is a phase of flight wherein we make a descending 180-degree turn to the runway in preparation for landing.  During the turn, we typically lose 1200 feet, and reduce our airspeed by 20 knots or so.  This maneuver is tough enough in and of itself in calm winds, but when the dynamics of crosswinds, headwinds, and tailwinds (or combinations thereof) are introduced, it becomes very challenging.  Many students have been ‘washed out’ of UPT (Undergraduate Pilot Training) at this point; a few have been killed.

Mostly, I sat and listened as the issue was discussed.  Yep, everyone agreed; the T-38 Final Turn was a “high-risk” maneuver, and increased emphasis should be rendered on it.  At that time, this usually meant, ‘brief’ everyone, have them sign off on an FCIF (Flight Crew Information File), and create a new 35mm Learning Center slide show on the hazards involved.  I just sat there, shaking my head.  Briefings, FCIFs, and Leaning Center programs – ATC’s solutions to everything in those days.  I wondered to myself: why not take the kid out to the area in the jet, and show him the hazards of stalls and sink rates?

I was still shaking my head in dismay as I left that afternoon.  Briefings, FCIFs, and Learning Center programs – all created by ‘rising stars’ at Command at the time!  Well, in my experience, great briefings never taught anyone how to fly!  I never once asked an IP to ‘brief me harder’ because I wasn’t “getting it.”  I often would ask him ‘to show me’ – in the jet.  Why not use the jet to teach?

My concept was not without precedence.  In the T-37 program, there was a ride solely devoted to teaching the T-37 spin characteristics – because so many pilots had been lost in T-37 spins, a few of them in the final turn.  It was a non-graded ride given to each student in the T-37 Pilot Instructor Pilot (PIT) program.  Well, the answer to me was obvious:  why not create such a ride in the T-38 PIT program, solely dedicated to examining the T-38 stall and sink rate characteristics?

I soon got home and began brainstorming.  It was exciting – an opportunity to create something besides another mundane briefing and  Learning Center program!

I had a prior assignment to HQ/ATC Flight Safety, so I knew how to get access to the actual T-38 Final Turn accident statistics without too much trouble at all.  That was my first stop early the next morning before the conference kicked off again at 0900.  I turned their statistician loose and by lunch, he had some interesting figures for me.  From the time we began teaching in the T-38 in the early ’60s through 1985, we had lost 39 airframes and killed 43 people!

Now I was even more emboldened!  If our T-38 stall training was ‘adequate,’ why were we still killing so many folks in stall/sink rate-related accidents?  And, losing airframes?  Unfortunately, our latest loss had been just a few months before.  Were our briefings incomplete?  Were our Learning Center presentations inadequate?  Or, were we just not teaching T-38 stalls and sink-rate recognition adequately enough?

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Freedom 165

In the Spring of 1988 I had the honor, and privilege of flying with Col. Fred V. Cherry. 

Col. Cherry had been a POW in North Vietnam from October 1965 to January 1973.  He had been a member of my father-in-law’s unit and I had heard many stories of him from Dad.  One the things Dad told me about Col. Cherry was how ‘smooth’ he was on the (flight) controls.  A ‘natural’ pilot, if you will.

Our squadron, the 560th FTS, had the honor of re-qualifying the returning pilots from North Vietnam; if they were physically and mentally fit, and wanted to return to flying.  Their first flight in the requal program was called a “Champagne Flight.”  In addition, we used the calling “Freedom” for their first requal flights.  Each POW was given his own “Freedom” number, sequentially in the order they flew.  

There was a tradition in Southeast Asia (SEA) wherein a pilot’s last flight upon completing 100 combat missions was considered his Champagne Flight.  The pilot would typically be greeted by members of his squadron, then hosed down on the ramp and given a bottle of champagne.  The pilots who had been shot down never received their ‘Champagne Flights.’  So, we took care of that on their first flight in their T-38 requal.

Colonel Cherry did not return to flying upon release.  The injuries he sustained during his ejection and the subsequent mistreatment from his captors resulted in permanent damage to his arm and shoulder.  

Every year the 560th holds an annual Dining In, a formal dinner, in late March to honor these POWs.  As the years rolled along we began to invite other POWs who had not requaled upon return.  If they wished, we would give them a ride in the ’38, and hose them down upon landing.  Then we would present them with their bottle of champagne…

I had shared Col. Cherry’s story with several friends over the years; one of them being (callsign) Rat.  Earlier in 1988, Rat had been at Maxwell AFB, AL and happened to come across Col. Cherry.  He mentioned my name, and Bobby’s (my father-in-law), and asked him if he had ever attended our Dining In.  Col. Cherry responded that he had not been to any of our functions, and expressed an interest in attending.  Rat then asked him if he might have a desire to fly again.  Col. Cherry responded in the affirmative, and the wheels were set in motion.

Unbeknownst to me, Rat sent a request to our wing commander, explaining my connection to Col. Cherry.  Then one day a copy of Rat’s letter showed up on my desk with the commander’s comment: “Make it happen Bob.”  Cool; the wheels were then set in motion.

On 25 March 1988 Col. Cherry and I flew for 1.1 hrs.  Freedom 165.  It was a delightful flight, and truly an honor.  I think Col. Cherry had told me it had been quite a while since he had flown a high performance jet – maybe 19 – 20 years; but you wouldn’t have known it.  He was smooth as glass!  I gave him the jet just after takeoff, right after cleaning it up, and he flew for the majority of the ride.  I just sat up front and admired ‘the artistry.’  I have likened his flying to the flowing ribbons of color you see in taffy being made… smooth, gentle, brilliant!

In all too soon the the ride was over and we landed.  As we taxied up to parking we were met by several other former POWs, the ‘brass” and my father-in-law, Colonel Bobby J. Mead.  It was fun to see these two former warriors reunite there on the ramp.  My words just can not describe the passion of their embrace…

Then Col. Cherry and I had our ‘photo op:’

In closing I have to say, this was the highlight of my flying career… it was an honor to fly with Colonel Fred V. Cherry.

 

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Observation: Pilot Training

The only difference between a UPT (Undergraduate Pilot Training) student, and a North Vietnamese gunner is – on graduation day, the student ‘thinks’ he likes you….

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Observation: Government Regulations

Whether they be local, state or federal, common sense and/or good judgement are poor substitutes for government regulations…

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Arthritis

To quote a very dear friend, ‘arthritis’ sucks canal water!

Last Dec. I went to my family physician for back pain.  It has been with me for some time now – what, maybe 3-4 years?  I have always thought it was from not exercising as much when it showed up.  But it has been getting progressively worse.  So, off I go to the local ‘Medical Hobby Center.’

After ‘Faud el-Something-or-another’ examined me, he set me up for an ultra sound, and a series of x-rays.  Two weeks after these tests, when I didn’t hear anything from him, I called to see what was going on.  He was not available, so another doctor read the results and I was told I had arthritis in my back.  Swell.  Nothing more was said.

So, what can I do about it?  BSOM.  Drugs?  BSOM.  Physical therapy?  BSOM.  Yoga?  BSOM. 

Not hearing anything from ‘the Center,’ I made a high-speed pass through the VA Clinic here in town.  Good call.  Ibuprofen and physical therapy.  Don’t know if it will work, but at least I’ll feel as if I am doing something about it – rather than just complaining about it.  And that is good.  

Arthritis still sucks canal water, mind you…

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Where Have All the Fighter Pilots Gone?

This came “off the net.” I took it, and have added my ‘twist.’

Where Have All The Fighter Pilots Gone?  ( Reality)
 
We used to go to the Officers Club or NCO Club Stag Bar on Friday afternoons to drink, smoke and swap lies with our comrades.  Think about this when you read the rest of the letter below.
 
What happened to our Air Force/Marines/Army/Navy…………. (or Military)?

Drinking then became frowned on.  Smoking caused cancer and could “harm you.”  Stag bars became seen as ‘sexist’.  Gradually, our men quit patronizing their clubs because what happened in the club became fodder for a performance report.  It was the same thing at the Airman’s Club and the NCO and/or Top 3 clubs.  Now we don’t have separate clubs for the ranks.

Instead we have something called All Ranks Clubs or community clubs.  They’re open to men and women of all ranks….from airman basic to general officer  Kinda on the order: ‘We Are the World.’  Isn’t it a shame ‘Michael’ isn’t with us to see where we’ve come? .  Still, no one is there.  Gee, I wonder why.  The latest brilliant thought out of Washington is that the operators (“pilots?”) flying remote aircraft in combat areas from their plush desk at duty stations in Nevada or Arizona, should draw the same combat pay as those real world pilots actually on board a plane in a hostile environment.  More politically correct logic?  Next they will want Purple Hearts for carpel tunnel….

They say that remote vehicle operators are subject to the same stress levels as the combat pilot actually flying in combat. —– REALLY…are you’re bull-shitting me!!!???

Now that I’ve primed you a little, read on.

There are many who will agree with these sentiments, but they apply to more than just fighter pilots.  Unfortunately, the ones with the guts to speak up or push for what they believe in are beaten down by “the system.”

Where have all the fighter pilots gone?  Good Question.

Here is a rant from a retired fighter pilot that is worth reading:

It is rumored that our current Secretary of Defense recently asked the question, “Where are all the dynamic leaders of the past?”  I can only assume, if that is true, that he was referring to Robin Olds, Jimmy Doolittle, Patton, Ike, Boyington, Nimitz, etc.?

Well, I’ve got the answer:  They were fired before they made Major!

Our nation doesn’t want those kinds of leaders anymore.  Squadron commanders don’t run squadrons and wing commanders don’t run wings.  They are managed by higher ranking dildos with other esoteric goals in mind.  (I experienced this first-hand, but was able to resist – for the most part!)

Can you imagine someone today looking for a LEADER to execute that Doolittle Raid and suggesting that it be given to a dare-devil boozer – his only attributes: he had the respect of his men, an awesome ability to fly, and the organizational skills to put it all together?  If someone told me there was a chance in hell of selecting that man today, I would tell them they were either a liar or dumber than shit.

I find it ironic that the Air Force put Brigadier General Robin Olds on the cover of the company rag last month.

While it made me extremely proud to see his face, he wouldn’t make it across any base in America (or overseas) without ten enlisted folks telling him to zip up his flight suit, get rid of the cigarette, and shave his mustache off.

I have a feeling that his response would be predictable and for that crime he would probably get a trip home and an Article 15.  We have lost the war on rugged individualism and that, unfortunately, is what fighter pilots want to follow; not because they have to but because they respect leaders of that ilk.  We’ve all run across that leader that made us proud to follow him because you wanted to be like him and make a difference.  The individual who you would drag your testicles through glass for rather than disappoint him.

We better wake the hell up!  We’re asking our young men and women to go to really shitty places; some with unbearable climates, never have a drink, have little or no contact with the opposite sex, not look at magazines of a suggestive nature of any type, and adhere to ridiculous regs that require you to tuck your shirt into your PT uniform on the way to the porta-shitter at night, in a blinding dust storm, because it’s a uniform.

These people we’re sending to combat are some of the brightest I’ve met but they are looking for a little sanity, which they will only find on the outside if we don’t get a friggin’ clue.  You can’t continue asking people to live for months or years at a time acting like nuns and priests.  Hell, even they get to have a beer.

Who are we afraid of offending?  The guys that already hate us enough to strap C-4 to their own bodies and walk into a crowd of us?  Think about it.

I’m extremely proud of our young men and women who continue to serve.  I’m also very in tune with what they are considering for the future and I’ve got news for whoever sits in the White House, Congress, and our so-called military leaders.  Much talent has and will continue to hemorrhage from our services, because wanna-be warriors are tired of fighting on two fronts – – one with our enemies, another against our lack of common sense.

Take it or leave it….that’s just the way it is; No “if’s, and’s or but’s”……………….

Worthy of passing on??? OK………..if not, shit can it!  (Put in file #13…AMEN…)
JOHN GARMAN
“IN GOD WE TRUST”
HO LEE SCHITT

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Kidney Stones..

Okay; ‘kidney stones.’  Yep, had one last Dec.  When I first went to the urologist’s, I had to look twice at the office marquee – at first I thought I had inadvertently stumbled into a conference room at the United Nations.  I eventually found a name that contained the same letters I had on my referral slip – and, in the same order – so in I went!

The urologist was actually not a bad ‘kid,’ 30, maybe 32.  And, he actually spoke English w/o an accent (bonus).  Now, if I can just get him to stop calling me “Buddy!”  He began that right from the git-go…

Medical folks these days all seem to have iPads.  That’s nice, but every once in a while, eye contact might be nice.  I left my iPad in the car so I could talk with him… Next time I’ll bring mine in, and we can sit there together, texting each other!

Monday I had a follow-up appointment with “Slick;” my moniker for the kid.  “Slick and Buddy;” kinda has a nice ring to it, for a couple ‘pals!’

While staring at his iPad, “Slick” asked, “How do you pee?”  There was the ‘opening’ I had been waiting for, and I went through it!  “Standing up, right handed,”  I replied.  That brought him up from his iPad!  “I kinda asked for that, didn’t I?” he acknowledged.  I just grinned at him…

About this time he received a phone call on his cell.  “I’ve got to take this,” he said.  “Of course you do,” I replied to no one in particular.  Damn, I wished I had brought in my iPad – could have played “Angry Birds.”

The appointment ended soon thereafter.  He was still ‘kinda’ on his cell phone, and talking to me – so as I walked out, I said, “Love you.”   Almost had him replying “Love you too…!” But he caught himself just after “Love” came out… damn!

 

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A Follow-up to, “The Time To Say Goodbye…”

I wrote a post a couple days ago, “The Time to Say Goodbye,” knowing I had a follow-up to publish.  Now it’s that time…

I have collected little bits of “wisdom” for many years now.  One that has resonated deep with me is:

Quotes of Note

“To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.”

                                                                                                   ——- Anonymous

I have found this to have so many applications in my life these days.  To wish I had ‘this or that,’ I lose the appreciation for the many blessings I do have.  To lament about “lost friends,” detracts from the gratitude I have for those of you who have “stuck by me” for all these years – through the tough times as well as the good. 

One of my “goals” this year, in 2012, is to clean up my “toxic” relationships.  This doesn’t necessarily mean “walking away” from those I might have “issues with.”  No, not at all.  It means letting go of those relationships, those ‘friendships, that really aren’t relationships, or friendships anymore.  The ones where you feel as if you are perpetually ‘clapping with one hand!’  No need to get pissed off about the any of them; just acknowledge them for what they were; feel the gratitude for what they gave me, and let them go…  Who knows (?), with no expectations…

So, when I let go of the ‘toxic’ relationships in my life, I create more space to nurture and appreciate the relationships I do have… and herein I find gratitude.     

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