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THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN SUBMITTED BY VARIOUS F-8 DRIVERS AND/OR MAINTAINERS. NO ATTEMPT HAS BEEN MADE TO EDIT, OR EVEN ORGANIZE IN A LOGICAL FASHION.


1301
Interesting auto-throttle discussions. I only had F-8 E/D/J carrier experience with the system. I very seldom had the auto-throttle engaged after the ramp. I did use it consistently during transition landing configuration to assist in slowing the jet to a trimmed  (nose dwn), wings level, 1G, on speed  & then would always break out when lined up & right after calling the ball, very seldom was it engaged after the ramp & I have no recall of a carrier landing in auto-throttle. If I was on speed @ the 180 it was off before turning to final. I think (maybe the squad. LSO,s Cole? could refresh what the policies were in the 67-70 circa) the LSO's briefed it was pilot option except for required training???

Bill Bertsch


1302
That's how I remember it, too, Bill. A bird was a no-go for nights, however, if the APC (automatic power compensator) was down.

Cole Pierce


1303
I used APC on every pass that it would engage. I found it to be great, forced me to be smooth. No cut passes and no blown tires in my 295 F8 landings. On the Shang there was a pilot who had a string of about 20 OK's and then a ramp strike followed by about 10 more OK's. He flew manual. I never had that many OK's in a row but I never hit the ramp either.

Will Gray


1304
While the discussion is still active regarding the F-8 auto-throttles I would like to add a comment about the F-8J. Obviously, in the late 60's LTV needed the business because I still cannot see the benefits of taking one of the finest aircraft in the fleet, the F-8E, and adding boundary layer control, thus developing the "J" model. Of course I know the reasoning, but adding several hundred pounds of weight for the tubing and stealing several hundred pounds of thrust for the air did not leave the auto-throttles as much to work with.

During cold weather ops off the coast of San Francisco, utilizing the carrier USS Constellation prior to the cruise, no problems were encountered by any of our VF-53 pilots. However, as temperatures rise, thrust is reduced. On my first approach in hot weather coming aboard the carrier USS BonHomme Richard, during ops off the coast of Hawaii while enroute to the Tonkin Gulf for my second cruise, the aforementioned additions and subtractions nearly cost me my life and the loss of a Crusader.

Using the auto-throttles, I was going slightly high in the middle, when I made a small (or so I thought) nose correction to ease back down to a centered ball. The auto-throttles took off too much power. As I eased the nose back up I instantly went to a slow chevron and continued to sink below the glide path. I went to full power as soon as the slow chevron appeared. I saw a low ball, then a red flashing ball, and then the entire flight deck disappeared ... I was looking directly at the spud locker. I probably should have ejected. But bullet proof as I was in those days, I pulled the nose up into shudder. With full power and the light weight, the aircraft was coming up fast, but so was the ramp. As soon as I could see over the top of the ramp, I jammed in full nose down stick to lift the tailpipe over the top of the round down. Obviously the procedure worked, but I honestly thought at that moment I was going to hit the ramp. My reasoning for the procedure was that if I could get the cockpit above the flight deck, I would still have an opportunity after impact to either eject or end up on the flight deck sans fuselage. When the adrenalin kicks in, everything slows down ... giving the mind time to think, reason, make decisions, etc. This is not to imply that one would make the correct decisions, but the adrenalin does give us the time ...

The LSO and his platform staff all ended up in the net as he was sure a ramp strike was imminent. I don't think I cleared the ramp more than a foot or two. The LSO suggested a manual approach on the next pass, but I was already ahead of him on that!

Later, during the cruise, because of problems throughout the fleet of F-8J aircraft, a modification was made to the throttle quadrant: a pilot could force the throttle forward beyond the normal military power position, dumping more fuel into the engine, thus giving the pilot more thrust; but this usually resulted in over-temping the engine, possibly necessitating an engine change. This modification was called War Emergency Power. There was a patch designed, and worn proudly, to illustrate our plight: Large letters W.E.P. surrounded by the words, "In God we trust, Our need is thrust". While auto-throttles were still used to a great degree during the '69 cruise, we were all spring loaded to go manual if needed.

By the way, the second approach was (OK) 3 FAW.

Ron Lambe

1305
With only small deck carriers the French Navy wanted an airplane with at least a 15kt slower approach speed.

In the early sixties there were a few F8U-3s in the Norfolk boneyard and were scheduled to be scrapped. LTV was allowed to salvage the BLC systems from those birds. LTV engineers designed and built one of the most durable BLC systems ever built. And in the landing configuration the F8E(FN) was the best handling of all models.

After the break the pilot noted the airspeed when the AOA was on speed for that configuration. Airspeed was manually set on the APC. Wing leading edge was split into two sections, 35 degrees and 8.5 degrees. Outer wing section was 35 degrees and 20 degrees. Wing incidence was lowered 2 degrees and the UHT was a bit larger. The 15kt approach speed reduction was achieved.

NAVAIR read the PAX River reports and decided that the Navy needed BLC on the F8E.(later F8J). After that the counter measure systems were also added in the only space available. All in the nose section. Results were a cg that was continually moving forward.

In the meantime wing incidence had been reduced, leading edges split, larger UHT and the flap position was dropped even lower into the airstream. Wave-off problems were noted prior to Fleet introduction and many variations were tried to improve capabilities. Even a temporary emergency engine response was added.

However, bottom line was still that if you got into hole on carrier approach the power available from that position on the power curve left very little margin for error.

This was probably when APC became a down item for night flying. And in my past comments I'm sure that I used AOA vice APC, which I know caused confusion. Engine power was upgraded later but I do not recall results other than it maybe too late.

The DLC (direct lift control) was never put into production. It was a very good assist in precision landing. Probably came on scene too late to get scarce funding.

On a cloudy day near Forney, Texas an LTV test pilot was exploring the stall envelope on F8E(FN) prototype YF8D 147036. This was on a Saturday which would indicate that LTV was behind schedule. Cloud layers were such that the planned altitudes could not be utilized.

As the pilot edged the bird closer to stall speed the very differently configured F8 pitched nose up and departed in a familiar F8 maneuver. Pointed straight down and no control the pilot ejected, 'chute opened and he slammed into a dam on a cattle pond. A little sore the next day and a bout with Bell's palsy later.

The bird flipped to a normal recovery and flew a fine landing approach into a farmer's field. All recorded by this heavily instrumented YF8D.

I flew 46.9 hours in F8E(FN)s in the mid sixties. No ejections.

Phillip Smith


1306
I remember with sadness when VF-162 swapped our nice batch of F8-E's for F8-J's. As soon as we hit Japan, most of us bought squadron hats embroidered on the back with "BLC BLOWS".

I used auto-throttle all the time in the E. Unfortunately, there was absolutely nothing better about the J. I never had even a hint of increased safety with the slower approach speed. Of course, the reduced thrust available caused all sorts of problems. If you started a carrier pass from a normal abeam position on a really hot day, the auto-throttle would achieve the proper approach speed and as you rolled into a 28 degree left bank, it would go to 100 percent and stay there. If you held everything steady, you would hit the water about the time you crossed the wake. The answer, of course, was to start a little fast and a little high. Once in the groove, there was sufficient thrust for the auto-throttle system to fly the approach, but with little margin for error.

The sluggish auto-throttle system, which worked OK in conjunction with the reasonable excess thrust of the E model, was a real danger with the J because there simply wasn't enough thrust. If you got a little high the auto-throttle usually didn't reduce power sufficiently as you lowered the nose and worked you way down to the glide path; consequently, you found yourself a tad fast. The throttle would stay retarded for too long attempting to bleed off a couple of knots and when you slowed to an on-speed-doughnut, it didn't respond as quickly as desired. We all know about the flat bottom of the F-8's power required chart. As the aircraft decelerated along that line without much AOA change, suddenly you would be slow as the throttle finally responded: too little too late. In other words, because the auto-throttle couldn't anticipate future conditions, it was always a little bit behind.

However, the auto-throttle system had inputs from UHT position as well as AOA. I discovered it was possible to take advantage of that feature. When high, you could pulse the stick forward and then immediately return to a normal position for the desired rate of decent as you worked your way down toward a centered ball. That rapid pulse would make the throttle reduce power both more quickly and more dramatically than it would if left to it's own devices. Then, when approaching a centered ball and an on-speed-doughnut, you could give the aircraft a quick aft stick pulse. The UHT position sensor would tell the auto-throttle to begin adding power before (literally) getting behind the power curve. The effect of pulsing the stick when you needed a more dramatic power change than the system would ordinarily provide, prevented a high start from becoming low-in-the-middle, or (more importantly) it could prevent a little high-in-the-middle from becoming a low-in-close (or worse).

Bottom line: The rougher you were with the aircraft, the better the F-8J auto-throttle system worked. This fit in perfectly with my style of flying. I didn't have an over abundance of OK's but I never broke anything or got a cut pass either. I always thought that smooth carrier approaches and long strings of OK grades were for sissies.

Bob Walters


1307
As the gentleman from VF 53 spoke of the F8 Js, our bolter procedure in the J model in the Tonkin Gulf was to go to military power, level off, accelerate to I think 135KIAS and turn the bounder layer control off so the airplane could climb! How insane was that!? In the cobwebs, seems there may have been a temperature actuated procedure, just not sure of that. I do seem to recall that our weight had to be reduced above a certain ambient but don't recall the details. Just who's bright idea was it to ruin the E model is an unknown!

Ron Coalson


1308
Frank Bachman was assigned to our sister squadron (VF 211) on one of the two WestPac deployments we made on Hancock from 1970 through 1972. One dark evening on Yankee station I was in Ready Room 6 and assigned to man up a spare as the Nickels (VF 211) only had two up and ready Crusaders on the flight deck for the 0400 BarCap launch. I had no sooner strapped in when the flight deck guy in front of my aircraft signaled that I would launch because one of the 211 aircraft had gone down. So, off we went and I joined up on Frank Bachman's wing and we headed north and checked in with Red Crown. It was a normal (read boring) BarCap and we switched the lead after we hit the tanker. Shortly before our relief arrived on station, either Frank or I spotted a "suspicious" craft gaining altitude rapidly over Hainan Island while seeming to change colors. We reported our sighting to Red Crown and they gave us a vector toward the mysterious craft. We both had good APQ-124 radars (top of the line in those days) but even at max range neither of us got a return. We both selected our AIM 9's to see if we would get an IR return, but no good again. As we got closer to Hainan a very authoritarian voice came on the radio (later identified as Air Warfare Commander in the Gulf) and said something like "PageBoy, Waterloo Yellow, vector 200 degrees."  (Meaning we were getting to close to Red China). Soon thereafter, our relief arrived and we headed for Rampage. It was a beautiful "Pinkie" and Frank and I both bagged night traps in one attempt. Frank headed for Ready One and I was in Ready Six when we were both ordered down to AI to debrief our "encounter." We met down there and gave the Intel folks the whole story. Listening in was one of the meteorology officers and he then asked us to give him the time of our sighting and the bearing and azimuth. We did and he thought for a moment and said something like, "well, congrats guys, you took a vector on the Morning Star (I later learned to call it Venus). We lived and learned. 

Alan Gaines


1309
VF-162 on Ticonderoga (1968-69) was the first squadron to deploy with the "remanufactured" F8J Crusader aircraft which had gained a bunch of additional weight and drag and lost a somewhat similar amount of thrust in the landing configuration due to the new BLC system. When we arrived at North Island on a Friday in the Fall of 1968 to load aboard for carrier qualifications, the Pax River test pilots had just completed the fleet acceptance carquals and were off-loading. They essentially told our skipper that if we had not been scheduled to carqual the following Monday, they would have failed the F-8J landing trials because of the G's landing problems! (And just what was the purpose of the fleet acceptance sea trials???). We were immediately restricted from mounting any racks on the wings (aw shucks!)– and those restrictions continued throughout the cruise.

We had severe problems throughout the cruise in the gulf because of the high temperatures with the resulting inadequate engine thrust to weight ratio of the F8J in hot weather. Eventually we were configured with a max of only two of four potential missiles and two of four potential guns. Because we had some very hard-working pilots with good flight discipline we suffered only two major accidents during the cruise. Out of 12 planes – we had one collapsed nose gear at night in bad weather and a day engine failure and pilot ejection in the landing pattern -- both pilots OK.

At one time early in the cruise, to further reduce aircraft weight and help solve center of gravity problems, the staff wanted us to remove the third of four guns from the planes. Its worthy to remember that the 20 mm cannons in the F-8 had a bad tendency to jam under high Gs -- right where you'd need them -- in a guns fight! Our CO and I (Ops) met with the Air Wing Commander and told him we would not fly with three guns and two missiles removed. He backed us and we completed the cruise flying with two missiles and two guns but as a result were always essentially below bingo fuel on night landings because of temperature/inadequate thrust and CG problems. We survived because we had great LSO's (J.P. O'Neill and Ron Coalson) and hard working pilots but we were also very lucky!

The following numbers are forever "branded" in my mind! With the temperature in the Gulf above 87 degrees, our J's had a two percent range between approach power and full MRT power! As a result, there were a lot of early wave off's early in the cruise because the LSO's (correctly) would not take you if you were low, slow or coming down approaching "in close" and because of the minimal additional power at MRT, wave offs wee initiated further out than normal for other F8 models. The one saving grace was that the approach speed was 120 to 125 kts at our landing weights.

Our F8Js also had a CG problem in the landing configuration. As a result a cockpit switch was installed with which the pilot could turn off the boost pump in the tail cell (about 800 pounds as I remember it). We had a kneepad card with the critical parameter (temp, landing weight and tail cell fuel) and our pilots used the card to determine how much fuel to leave in the tail cell) on landing approach. How about Fighter Pilots having to figure CG during their landing approach! As a result, the boost switch was normally turned off during the early stages of the flight and it was used to move fuel forward as needed approaching landing. I always sweated someone forgetting to transfer that fuel but it apparently never happened. At Bingo weights, pilots were naturally very conscious of what fuel we had and where it was located -- you didn't let any fuel get away from you. I did suspect however that some pilots held on to extra fuel at night.

In the Gulf, we had one nighttime in flight engagement on a wave off in the first month of the cruise. The result was a nose gear collapse. The weather was solid from approximately 300 ft to near 35,000 ft. and, to the best of my memory, the nugget pilot had either saved 300 to 400 pounds of extra fuel -- above max trap -– or was late in dumping the extra fuel.

After all these years, just today I finally realized from reading Bob Walter's recent email AOA input the reason I survived that cruise. To quote Bob, "The rougher you were with the aircraft, the better the F-8J auto-throttle system worked" -- and I was rough!

Our pilots had the individual option to use the auto-throttle system or to make manual passes. I do not remember what percentage of our pilots used either mode but a number used each mode. I used the auto-throttle on most passes but every few passes I would make a manual pass.

Al Fancher

1310
I can probably provide some insight into the F-8J discussion regarding "How can something like this reach the fleet?"

Assigned to the Carrier Suitability Branch at PAX when the F-8J appeared, I was not initially involved because I was knee-deep with the British F-4K project. The F-8J Project Pilot was Sidney "Kent" Billue, a highly qualified fleet-experienced Crusader pilot. The F-8J was the promised solution to all of the Crusader approach challenges plus providing reduced wind-over-deck requirements for the 27C decks. NAVAIR pointed to the excellent carrier approach safety record of the A-6, and gave much too much credit to the single characteristic of low approach speed. Many of the F-8E's were getting "long-in-the-tooth", and the prospect of getting a re-manufactured "better-than-new" airframe was highly anticipated. Unfortunately, introduction of the airplane was way behind schedule, and the fleet was howling for the airplane.

I remember talking to Kent after his first hop in the airplane, and his immediate concern was the lack of excess thrust in the BLC ON approach configuration. Why this wasn't addressed during the LTV development of the airplane remains a mystery because with a significant gross weight/induced drag increase, plus a reduction in available engine thrust, the consequences should have been obvious.

As the carrier-suitability test program proceeded, Kent advised NAVAIR that until the wave-off performance of the airplane was improved, the airplane was UNSUITABLE for fleet use. NAVAIR was getting enormous pressure from the operational side of the house to release the airplane, and Kent's prediction of a numerous ramp strikes went unheeded. I still remember the LSO's comment on a F-8J ramp strike AAR..."nothing is more terrifying to an LSO than to give an F-8J a wave-off and see nothing change but the quantity of black smoke out the back." I was astounded when I had the chance to fly the airplane in the landing pattern...you could choose to turn downwind or to climb to pattern altitude, but not at the same time. The fleet was it's own worst enemy, as illustrated by a message released by an F-8J skipper stating he had initiated a wave-off two feet above the deck and never touched down.

NAVAIR ignored the NATC recommendation and released the airplane. Kent's prediction of ramp strikes proved to be correct, and a program was initiated to address the problem. Kent had moved over to the TPS staff, and the test program to evaluate AFC-544 (reduction in flap/aileron deflection to decrease drag plus restrictors to reduce BLC bleed air flow) and the engine upgrade to the J-57-P420 fell in my lap. The BLC ON approach speed increased by 2-3 kts, but everything else moved in the right direction. Altitude loss following a wave-off holding on-speed AOA did not change significantly, but this was a consequence of F-8 characteristics...a flat thrust vector and shallow thrust required curve. A recommendation to rotate slightly took advantage of the improved acceleration/climb profile, and instead of just decelerating, the modified airplane performed much better. The APCS performance was also improved through incorporation of UHT input and higher gains. When APCS was first introduced in the F-8, it's ability to reduce the likelihood of a decelerating approach was important, but like all APCS's at that time, it needed to see an error in order to command a power change. The addition of UHT input provided a "lead term", in that, like the pilot, an aft stick correction was accompanied but a power addition and vice versa for a forward stick input. Optimizing the APCS for all pilots was an impossible task..."smooth" pilots preferred a high gain system, while pilots that "stirred-the-pot" objected to the throttles "dancing around". At Carrier Suit, we always favored the higher gains, because with experience, pilot's could adapt to it, while the "smooth pilot" could never be happy with a low gain system.

The F-8J remained a demanding airplane for the carrier landing task, but the modified airplane represented about as much as could be wrung out the F-8J. The real solution of the F-8 approach task was Direct Lift Control (DLC). Carrier Suitability had an F-8C modified with the system, and I had the opportunity to take it to a West Coast 27C. All of the adverse carrier approach configuration characteristics of the F-8 design were masked by the DLC. After flying the ball onto the mirror, all glideslope corrections could be made through the DLC thumbwheel. Aircraft glideslope response was instantaneous, making even a "low in close" an easy correction. The APCS referenced airspeed vice AOA, and normal glideslope inputs were not complicated by bursts of power. Unfortunately, DLC didn't offer the operational benefit of reduced wind-over-deck for the 27C's, and once reported to be part of the F-8H configuration, it died a quiet death. Probably a good thing because had the DLC equipped F-8H hit the fleet, Crusader pilots would have been offering up their "first-borns" for orders to an "H" squadron.

Regards,

Kurt Schroeder


1311
F8J as far as BLC system was identical with F8E(FN). The difference was the continued addition of ECM which everyone agreed at the time as needed ASAP. Continued addition of weight caused changes in wing incident angle, Leading edge changes, larger UHT, etc as weight of F8J went up well above basic F8E(FN).

French bird never had that problem. And I never stated that PAX River signed off on F8J. They did highly recommend BLC system as a way to reduce F8 approach speed dramatically, which was absolutely true.

PJ Smith


1312
Flying F-8's from 68 - 82, I had the privilege of getting time in all models from the original A to the J including one photo model (RF8G). The very limited time in A's and B's were not kind as those airframes were very old, beat-up, airplanes and not likely representative of their glory years. The C/K had a nice "light nose" but the starting system and engine were not as good as the later models. Probably my favorite in the gun pattern though that may be due to the great ordies present during those deployments. The little radar tied to the gunsight seemed a nice addition to pipper tracking but lets remember that was 40 years ago. My time in the D and E happened during student 124 time and again they were "long in the tooth" at that point in their lives. Both had much heavier noses than the also present C birds but the engines were peppier. During that time the D's became H's and E's became J's. Of the birds I flew, the H's and J's were in much better condition and thus color the "favorite" memories. Fortunately, I never took a J bird to the boat until after the 420 engine modification. After CARQUALS I joined Vf-24 fall of 68 and they had Hotels while 211 had the J's. Memory serves that both models still had the P20A engines and had many landing accidents that cruise. Vf-24 H's had a max trap of 1800 lbs in the 2 sidewinder configuration. The engine, aircraft weight, landing fuel availability, and landing power availability, were not happy combinations. The next cruise memory serves that both the H's and J's had the P-420 and that made a world of difference.

Back to the RAG mid 70 and had the opportunity to compare K's H's and J's day in and out. The J had the heaviest nose and thus to turn well one had to stay faster. The K, having the lightest nose was superior below 3oo knots. My favorite was the H with the radar removed. Then along came the spin droops. Memory serves that their speed limit was 300 but down below 250 even the J would turn with a TA-4 with tanks. Finally a couple remarks on the RF-8G. All my time was with the 420 installed, but down low and up to .96 Mach it was the speed king and the extra 1,000 lbs of gas made it go FAR. Up high, it also took fewer lbs per hour to zip around at .90 to.92. Scott Ruby always said the RF-8A was the range king which I cannot dispute. Favorite - the Hotel with the radar removed. It was also the fastest on a speed run, I quit several times at 1.9 when the nose started to wander (radar installed.)  I'm no aero engineer but someone told me the aircraft was more stable with the CG further forward.

Jim Alderink


1313
With regards to the Tic's Catapult, the apparent model was the C-11-1 and came from a British designer named Colin Mitichell. According to a great article you can pull up on the internet, its design really saved and made carrier aviation. The old Hydraulic Cats had just about reached their limits, being the energy they could generate. At that time right after WWII 9,300,000 foot pounds of force. With the war ended Colin Mitichell, returned home to Scotland and continued researching his design for a slotted pressure tube that could open and close without losing much energy. He first made that concept work with a wooden tube he built and when he was successful with that went onto develop a 12 in steel model that did the same. The Hydraulic cats required a 45 foot deceleration to bring the shuttle to a stop. The work in England and the US continued with a new design for the steam cat to only need around five (5) feet to stop the rams connected to the shuttle. This gave the rams another forty feet to develop enough energy to do the jobs of throwing planes and pilots safely off the front of our ships for the last sixty plus years. So, with the steam, the energy levels jumped from the 9,300,000 pounds of energy to then over 36,000,000 pounds and continued to grown until now. This enabled the US Navy to not only fly into the Jet age but get those jets off a carrier at sea or anchored in some port like Genoa, Italy where four VF-62 guys were shot off while the ship, Shang, was at anchor there one afternoon. I believe that shot gave us an end speed of a - 1 of -2 knots. So, the US bought five of Mitchell's catapults, one went to Philadelphia, two to the USS Hancock, and two to the Tico. Now were moving ahead with the electro-magneticcats, but that's another story. Larie VF-62

Larie Clark


1314
Ejection Seats Fly Off The Shelves

By Karl West (of the Sunday Times)

ONE sunny February afternoon off the coast of Florida, Linda Maloney was tearing through the sky on her way to "launch an attack" on the USS Forrestal, a 60,000-ton aircraft carrier. It was a routine exercise for the US Navy pilot, a training run carried out with another senior officer. But as her A-6 Intruder neared the Forrestal, everything started to go wrong. The aircraft began to spin uncontrollably.

Maloney reached down for the ejection seat handle and pulled. She was rocketed up and out of the jet and seconds later was dangling below a parachute as it drifted down toward the sea. That was in February 1991. Maloney went on to have a long and distinguished navy career before retiring in 2004. She has since married and has two sons. She is one of 7,419 pilots who owe their lives to a small, family-owned company at the end of a lane in rural Buckinghamshire. Martin-Baker has fought off challenges from the goliaths of the defense industry to become the world's leading producer of ejection seats.

This small manufacturer out in the sticks accounts for 48% of the global market. Goodrich, owned by United Technologies (UTC), the American giant, is a distant second with 18.6%. Martin-Baker has been making ejection seats for fighter aircraft since 1949. This niche business helped it to pre-tax profits of £41.7m on sales of £178m in the year to March 31 last year. Remarkably, the company is still owned by the Martin family, led by 70-year-old twins John and James, the sons of Sir James Martin, the co-founder and aviation engineer. Last year the family shared £35m in dividends from the business.

This lucrative slice of an important niche market has made Martin-Baker the target of numerous private equity and trade suitors. "Every month we have someone calling up offering to buy us. But we have no intention of [selling]," said James Martin, joint managing director and technical director. Martin-Baker's cutting-edge technology and expertise have been built up over many decades.

The business was originally founded as an aircraft manufacturer in 1934. Sir James Martin and Captain Valentine Baker developed several aircraft models before and during the Second World War. However, Baker was killed in an accident during a test flight of the company's MB3 prototype in September 1942. The engine seized and he was forced to make an emergency landing, but the stricken aircraft hit a tree stump. Martin watched as his friend met his death. He was devastated, but his grief drove him to a new goal. He threw himself into designing escape systems for aircrew, eventually settling on the ejection seat.

The first live test ejection took place in July 1946 when Bernard Lynch, a fitter at Martin-Baker, volunteered to be shot out of a modified Gloster Meteor flying at 320mph at an altitude of 8,000ft. Lynch made a perfect landing. "He was paid an extra 10 bob [50p in today's money] and bought a drink in the pub," said Andrew Martin, James's son.

The business has come a long way since those buccaneering days. Martin-Baker's seats, viewed as the industry gold standard, can be found in nearly all the world's leading fighter jets, including the Eurofighter Typhoon (partly built by BAE Systems), France's Dassault Rafale and Lockheed Martin's F-35 joint strike fighter, the world's biggest military program. Flying with the top guns of the aerospace world brings its pressures. But the septuagenarian brothers are still heavily involved in the running of the business and they have no desire to relinquish control. "I think that's because we are doing something we enjoy," said James. "It helps if you are successful as well."

Old-fashioned principles form the bedrock of Martin-Baker's success. "We have never borrowed money," said James.

"Banks always want to lend you money when you don't need it, and want it back when you do," added John.

Martin-Baker funds all new product development from its own cash. This is no mean feat for a small company — particularly when it costs about £60m to develop every new ejection seat. It's a big investment, but once the initial outlay has been made the seats could be in service for 30 or 40 years. Each one has to be regularly serviced and the business makes money from fitting them with replacement parts. This leaves it less reliant on new sales — profits are split 50-50 between sales and aftercare.

For now, the company is safe in the brothers' control. And there is a new generation of the Martin family coming through. Robert, son of John, is director of engineering, and Andrew is the director of business development. And they too are fiercely committed to retaining Martin-Baker's independence.

"The business is of the right scale, where we can be involved in making all the key decisions," said Andrew. "We don't want to get much bigger. We like to focus on being profitable and being around forever, instead of doing a Marconi or some of the other spectacular crashes we've seen."

When the twins eventually decide to hang up their parachutes, they will hand over a business in rude health.  Martin-Baker has 650 employees and has delivered more than 80,000 ejection seats since it began production 64 years ago. There are currently 16,268 of its seats in service around the world.

The American forces are its biggest customer with 4,766. France is a long way behind in second spot, with 1,001. There is also burgeoning demand for its wares from forces in the Middle East and Far East.

The key statistic is that Martin-Baker's ejection seats have helped to save 7,419 pilots — including Maloney, who was the first of nine women to eject using its equipment.  The numbers mean that for every 10 seats Martin-Baker makes, one saves a life.  Some pilots ejected in the heat of battle, while others joined this exclusive club for more mundane reasons, such as bird strikes or technical failures. On average, each year there are 30 ejections involving a Martin-Baker seat.

"There is a lot of laborious work that goes on here. But the fact that something they [the staff] are working on will save someone's life — they take a lot of pride from that. We are in the life-saving business," said Andrew.

The company wears this badge with pride. The names of all those who have successfully ejected are displayed on a wall in the factory's reception area. A large digital scoreboard in the factory yard also keeps a tally of aircrew saved — 7,419 to date; 11 this year; two this month.

A tour of the factory at Denham, near Uxbridge, provides a glimpse into the work that goes into being the best at their small role in some multibillion-pound programs.

Inside a computer simulation room, a designer has a 3D image of the seat's gun cartridge up on screen. The graphic allows the engineering team to examine every part of the design in detail even before a prototype of the component has been built.

"So much time, energy and cost can be saved by using these tools. We do as much simulation as a Formula One team," said Andrew. Britain has a lot riding on the success of the F-35. UK manufacturers will build 15% of each jet, generating significant export revenue and giving a boost to the economy. The program is expected to create and support more than 24,000 jobs across the country.

Martin-Baker has 43 British companies, mainly small and medium sized businesses, helping to produce components for the F-35 seat. The parts are then shipped to the factory for final assembly.

All its seats must go through rigorous safety tests before they are certified. They are fired from a Gloster Meteor at its test facility in Northern Ireland.

The Meteor was the first British jet fighter to enter service. So it is a surprise to discover that the aircraft is still being used to certify the ejection seat destined for the RAF's newest acquisition, the F-35.  One of the improvements made for the F-35 seat is an airbag that inflates around the pilot's neck. It automatically deflates when the parachute is deployed. Martin-Baker's boffins dreamt up the cushion because there is no normal instrument display in the F-35's cockpit — everything is displayed within a high-tech helmet. This has increased the weight of the pilots' headgear by about 30%. The extra weight places more pressure on the neck than a conventional helmet when the pilot is propelled 300ft into the air. The nitrogen-filled neck brace is needed to hold the head in a safe position. When Bernard Lynch was first shot out of the Gloster Meteor's cockpit back in 1946, the time between the eject handle being pulled and the parachute opening was 30 seconds. For the F-35, it takes just 1.5 seconds.

The jump-jet version of Lockheed Martin's fighter, which has been ordered by Britain, has automatic ejection — the onboard computer will decide whether to jettison the pilot to safety.  This would usually happen only if there is a problem with the lift fan, made by Rolls-Royce, during take-off and landing, when the aircraft is still close to the ground. Any problems this near to terra firma mean the average human reaction time of 1.5 seconds is not fast enough. These slim margins between life and death are where Martin-Baker proves its mettle. It keeps doing so time and again.

For this, 7,419 pilots and their families are forever grateful to the company.

A framed letter on the factory wall from Captain Chris "Boris" Becker probably sums up their feelings: "Thank God it was there when I needed it."



1315
I was thinking in terms of air to air but the 20 mm in the F8 was a fine weapon air to ground. As noted by others the guns were put to good work supporting Marines and others on the ground often when that was all we had returning from the DMZ, RP1 or Laos where we did a lot of work.

In early March of 1967 Steve Harlin and I were returning from the north with only 20 mm left. We got a call from an O-1 FAC, Jan Horack, who had a lot of NVA in the open but under a very low overcast. We managed to find him after going out to sea and letting down under the crud. We couldn't get enough altitude for a normal 10 degree run so he talked us around in a racetrack pattern like a PAR approach. We'd shoot when he told us, hope to miss our ricochets and keep the pattern going until we used up what 20 mm we had.

Turned out the bad guys were a major portion of 324B, an NVA division that fought the Marines around the DMZ throughout 1966-67. Jan picked up a Silver Star for his work that day, (http://projects.militarytimes.com/citations-medals-awards/recipient.php?recipientid=40416)

Bruce Martin


1316
I had occasion to use an MB seat on 2 July 1967. It performed pretty much as advertised, including inflicting the typical crushed cervical vertebrae. The a/c blew up about ten seconds after I ejected according to the A-4 pilot, Marty Yarnell, who had joined up with me after I was hit. Thanks to the seat I can write this many years after the fact.

Some time after the ejection I received two mementos, a charred USAF plastic book that we used for ordinance codes, save-a-plane info, frequency cards and the like, (it had washed ashore and was picked up by a Marine recon patrol. The sgt. who found it was able to discover my name in the wad of melted plastic, tracked me down and sent it to me), and a letter from Sir James Martin. He invited me to visit "the works," an invitation I failed to fulfill much to my regret. Later still I received a tie with the Martin-Baker logo. Recently the company has commissioned a commemorative wrist watch for those who have used the seat. It's a handsome thing that costs about as much as the seat probably did some 40 years ago. Unless I hit Mega Bucks I'm going to have to pass on the watch.

Bruce Martin


1317
Re: "Was F-11 first supersonic A/C aboard ship?"

No.

I observed - in February 1957 aboard USS Roosevelt ...

VX-3 did Navy acceptance CQ's for the F8U, F-11F, F4D, and A4D (out of Jacksonville) at the same time. F8 was first to launch at end of CQs, so I suppose it gets the honor. Maybe a tie.

Don't know if F4D was supersonic in level flight.

Unfortunately, the F8 pilot hotdogged, right after launch by kicking in AB and engine flamed out. No MB seats in those days, but he survived splashdown - getting out - parachute deployed. Every time the helo tried to pull him up, the the parachute inflated, and they had to put him back in the water. By the time a rescue man got to him, he had drowned and a destroyer's launch finally plucked him out of water. I took an 8 mm movie of the episode.

Marlo Holland


1318
The significant speed distinction of the Crusader was not that it could go supersonic in level flight but that it was the first operational aircraft of any service branch that could fly 1,000 MPH in level flight. Of course, it also went supersonic on its first test flight, another first.

Larry Sietsma


1319
Please let me try to confirm that the Grumman F11F Tiger was the first a/c purchased by the USN that would go supersonic in level flight. A DVD tribute to the Grumman Tiger can be purchased from the GRISSOM AIR MUSEUM in Peru, IN.

The F11F-1 that I first flew (Bu. No. 141876) out of Kingsville, TX on March 5, 1959 in AB did reach Mach 1.05 after climbing to and leveling off at 45K. There was a slight nose down tuck as I passed through Mach 1 then steady supersonic flight, gradually moving up beyond Mk 1. Fuel control adjustments might account for some variations in air speeds. What I also was told, back then, was that the F11F was the first A/C purchased by the USN that would go supersonic in level flight.

Cdr. Vince Kelley was my wingman on that First Supersonic Flight in Advanced Training. Two other student aviators also became first to fly supersonic during that same time of flight: Ltjg. Gene Conner, USN and USMC 2nd Lt. Jim Ellis. Having gone supersonic which had been the purpose of those flights, I chose to come out of burner, drop down to 10K feet and do some slow flight with gear and flaps down, before then proceeding back to the Kingsville NAAS Initial Point. With power back to 80% and Cdr. Kelley in tight formation on my left wing, we passed over the IP at 450 knots (vs. 250 as called for) and I broke at 350 over the numbers. Cdr. Kelley soon called to the LSO,  "He's all yours! I can't catch him."

The 80% power setting had been good all the way down from 10k and around to getting the Meatball centered, lined up with the runway and to being on airspeed. As I began to apply only a "little power" for the first time, like I would have done in a F9F-8 that I'd been flying previously, the LSO shouted into his mike POWER!! So instead of moving the throttle only a little, I quickly moved it what seemed like a lot. That turned out just right (and to have been just in time). My thanks to that LSO.

On Nov 2, '59, in VF-124, I flew an F8U-1 for the first time (Bu. No. 143793) out of Moffet Field. Eventually, as the syllabus called for it, I achieved Mach 1.58 in level flight (slightly more than 1,000 MPH).

Years later, as I awaited departure from the USN in VU-7 at North Island, twice as many of the oldest F8U-1s as would normally be found in a fighter squadron were on board for aerial gunnery towing. That's where and when I learned about serious fuel control adjustments being made to save those engines and reduce costs. On one of my last F8 flights, I couldn't even go supersonic in slightly descending flight in AB. But I enjoyed looking down at the So Cal coastline from LA to San Diego. Those were the days!

Best,
Gunnar S. Jenson


1320
Supersonic F8U: The scuttlebutt around the plant at Vought was that the Crusader was the ONLY "100-series" airplane that went supersonic without any modifications. I remember well when then Marine Corps pilot John Glenn flew an RF8U from west to east coasts faster than the bullet from a .45 automatic, making a continuous film strip all the way, also a first. Glenn was a hero to me long before he attained fame as an astronaut and later Senator. I was real happy for them when I learned that Annie's stutter had been "cured."

I was also intrigued to learn that Bell shaped the nose of their X-1 the same as a .45 bullet, since very little was known then about shock waves and supersonic flows. The only supersonic aerodynamics I got in college c.1955 was how to calculate the shock wave angle produced by a similar-shaped nose.

Garland O. Goodwin


1321
For the Photo Pilot in Vietnam, supersonic was not greatly important but high subsonic was the key to long life there. Our mech's turned up the wick on the sleepy old J-57 when we went to the war and the usually fast RF8G became very fast. The crew also waxed the wing and made it even faster. Running at 600 KIAS at 3500-5000' in MIL made it a great machine, anytime I got below 600 I bumped it back up with a little burner: very hard light at those speeds with welcome results, right back up to .99M in a hurry.

Will Gray


1322
This is all from memory of 54 years ago. I went to Vought with Bill Russell and Whitey Varner to get a 2 1/2 day classroom checkout for the new F8U-2/2N in late 1958 or early 1959. We had a full day with the lead "aerodynamicist" whose lectures about Reynolds numbers, etc, went well over my head. I recall that he was only 29 years old (genius?) when put in charge of the Crusader project and remember that the company was disappointed with the max speed obtained in the first test plane(s); something around 1.4 mach. Then they "coked" the fuselage a bit just behind the cockpit and dramatically improved the speed. Again if memory serves me, they could obtain 1.9 mach in a slight dive adding a little "G" force for stability. Later, I had an F8U-2 just out of maintenance check and after performing the check items, decided to see how fast it could go. Straight and level, altitude in the high 40s, the mach meter read 1.85 (close to 1200 mph), but the nose began to "hunt and peck" and the canopy got hot to the touch. Fear and common sense made me back off at that point.

Dick Murdock


1323
Facts are that the F8 wins the prize!!

F4D was great until you tried to turn it, ran out of A/S rapidly and afterwards was easy prey as was AF-1E (FJ-4 to many). Played patty cake with 4 VF-22 (?) FJs over Atlantic off Cecil.

Circa 1959, I have seen some the names of that group on this net, Wayne Miller was flight leader that day. They could not touch me and I was in an RF-8A.

While the other birds had questionable runs at Mach 1, only the F8 could get it up and sustain it and was an operational bird.

Also many forget that F8 was Leading MIG Killer in ratio of kills, 6-1 if my memory is correct.

I could look it up but ...

P J Smith


1324
The 2ed fam flight at VF-124 at Moffett was a speed run. I had a brand new 2NE (as it was designated then) on its fourth flight. While in level flight it went to 1.98 IMN and was still accelerating when the chase pilot asked me my speed. He then told me to slow down as he had lost sight of me. It was still stable and I believe it would have made 2.0. After landing the chase said the limit was 1.9 due to canopy heating limits. The BuNo was 146935.

Jerry Kuechmann


1325
Kuech - I also had an acceptance hop in a new 2NE while in VF 174. Clean bird, no racks or rails , hit 1.98 and had NAS Glynco ground speed me at 1196mph.

Mac McCarthy


1326
I flew production test flights for NARF, PAR, O&R, out of NORIS for a couple of years. Every test flight required a speed run. The fastest that I was able to get a reworked F8 was an F8D (F8U-2N), to 1.95 imn. As described earlier, the nose began to twitch in yaw, which I always attributed to the vacuum tube stabilization systems, and a few stray electrons. One certainly did not want to lose the yaw stab at that sort of speed! I have read also that others managed to get the photo birds up to high speed. My experience with the original engined, F8U-1's, -1E's, -1P's was that the P-4A engine would drive the the RF8A or G to about 1.45 imn max. The F8A's and B's could reach between 1.6 imn and low 1.7 imn. The F8C with the P-16 was the best flying airframe, with a maximum speed of about 1.8 imn. The F8D was the fastest, with the F8E just a bit slower. This was with the P-20 engine. Because of the radar improvement, the F8E seemed nose heavy and just that bit less maneuverable in a hassle.

Good memories!

Roger Crim


1327
Speaking of F8 speed runs, I can remember hitting 1.96 off Beaufort, SC in a clean (no rails) F8U-2 (F8C). It still had some oompf when the nose began to wander. The D's seemed to give up the ghost around 1.85. As for the F11's, in Kingsville I recall easing the nose down to get supersonic. Great days.

Semper fi, Don Treichler


1328
My most memorable speed run in an F-8 occurred in an F-8C in 1968 when I was a Test Pilot at NATC Pax River. I was assigned to be the Navy witness of the first Mach 2 speed run of the F-111B. I flew to Peconic on Long Island and briefed the flight with Ralph Donnell, at that time the Chief Test Pilot for Grumman who was later killed in an F-111B takeoff accident at Peconic along with one of my TPS classmates, Bucky Wangeman. We were to climb out of Peconic to the north up toward Nantucket to 36,000 ft the isothermal layer for the Mach 2 demo in straight and level flight. I had to throttle back to 92% in the F-8C during the climbout to keep from overrunning the F-111B but we finally reached 36,000 ft and turned over Nantucket to head back to Peconic maintaining 36,000 ft and staying off shore parallel to Long Island. When Ralph went to AB to start the Mach 2 run, he had a flameout on one engine which he successfully re-started. I was in and out of burner until we got to 1.5 IMN just to keep the F-8C from getting too far ahead of him. Once he passed 1.5 IMN he started to move the F-111B out fairly smartly. He finally passed me up when I was indicating 1.8 IMN or just a hair above which coincides with Roger Crim's observations in his email. The telemetry verified that Ralph did crack Mach 2 while I still had him in sight, but he had to do a split S to the landing pattern at Peconic where he was essentially out of fuel. I never did understand why it was necessary for the Navy to visually witness Mach 2 in the F-111B.

Semper Fidelis,

Art Bloomer


1329
No mention above of runs with the P420 installed and for my money, that engine made a big difference. I never made a speed run with the P420 RF8G but saw 680 indicated in basic down low. That bird could move a long ways down low. With lots of time in both H's and J's with the 420 - both had more pep than their lighter D's and E;s. I will also plead guilty to ending my run at 1.95 in the H when the nose started to wander. It "felt" like it wanted to keep accelerating. Never got a J past 1.8. Now how about some stories about long distance without aerial refueling?

Jim Alderink


1330
Speaking of long distance flights. One of the training flights in the RF8 syllabus was a long range mission that required the FRP to go photo a target in Texas. and/or other long range targets. and return to Miramar. The distance travelled was over 1,500 miles.

At one time, I was tasked to photograph the missile site field on the border between Canada and the US in Montana. I refueled at a SAC base in North Dakota. Photographed the field until bingo fuel reached. Bingo distance was over 900 miles. No big deal. Landed at Miramar with less then 500 pounds. Head winds were a little higher then I figured. Have landed with less fuel on other occasions.

It was not unusual to go from Cubi to Atsugi non-stop. Particularly when the jet stream was around. Even without the jet stream. Particularly in the original RF8A - before they added 1,700 pounds of weight to make it an RF8G. The RF8 also carried 1,000 pounds more fuel then the fighter.

On an other subject - watched the coverage of Miramar in the good old days whereVFP-63 aircraft were significantly included in the video. One of the A/C has a side number of 937. That was one sick bird. Was not permitted on any CARQUAL evolution. Would do weird things off the cat. Pitch, roll, etc. - take your poison. Flew it to the beach when it was decided to get rid of it. THe cat shot was an exciting ride. First A/C to be sent to D-M when the decision to downsize the squadron size.

Scott Ruby


1331
TR asked about water injection.

Not that it did not happen but I do not recall.

Another story of injections was of a very toxic liquid that ate right through its tank, cannot remember substance nor purpose, but it was chopped quickly.

PJ Smith


1332
I also don't recall any F-8 with water injection. As a TWA flight engineer I had some experience with the 707-131 "water wagons" using the JT3C-6 (civilian version of the J-57). After all these years I don't recall how much water we carried for take off, but it was a significant amount. The water was not only heavy, it took up a lot of room too and I can't imagine any F-8 being fitted with water injection.

The tragically heavy and woefully underpowered F-8J was fitted with WEP which I remember as being not much more than a throttle detent at full military power. You could push the throttle past the spring detent and get a tad more power by over speeding and over temping the engine thus saving your butt from a ramp strike while setting the next pilot up for a subsequent engine failure. Couldn't they just have left the E model alone?

As for the "toxic liquid" mentioned by P.J. Smith, I recall a smoke reduction system fitted to our aircraft which injected some mystery fluid into the tail pipe when I was in VF-162. Rumor had it that some of this liquid accidentally spilled on the deck, someone breathed in the vapors, and either went to sick bay or dropped dead on the spot depending on where the sea story was being told and/or how many Cubi Specials had been consumed. Anyway, as I remember it, this stuff didn't do much good, it was indeed quite poisonous, we were worried that combat damage to the tank could cause a leak and contaminate the air conditioning system, and somebody higher on the food chain than I decided not to use it. That was fine with us.

Bob Walters


1333
I recall a flight, I think in the E, from NKX to Andrews AFB with a fuel stop at NAS Memphis. 1567 miles, 2.8 hours. FL 430, 200 miles out ATC loses surveillance radar, approach radar not up, Tacan 40 degree error, NDB only, 1500 broken, good vis, sucking fumes, find the field, come into break, gear down, wing up, nose gear indicates unsafe, go around, recycle gear, still unsafe, really sucking fumes now, blow the gear down, still unsafe, on second short final nose gear finally indicates safe. Touched down with less than desired fuel. No problem with landing gear. Nose gear position indicator switch froze up at altitude and thawed out on final.

After finding a mech that knew something about F-8's I departed Memphis with full bag of gas at 3am after refilling the air bottle, resetting the emergency extension system and drop-checking the gear. Ops normal to Andrews except upon landing would have 3,000 pounds more fuel than max landing fuel allowed. So, what to do? Gas is cheap. On final GCA, 1,500 feet over Wash DC dumped 3,000 pounds of fuel at 4am. I don't think I would do that today.

Gary Williams


1334
Long distance flight--

While based at MCAS Beaufort, SC, we often flew cross countries to Alameda for the great seafood. Stopping for fuel in Dallas, the distance was not a problem on weekends because the Restricted Areas were cold.

A mechanical problem on one flight, however, dictated a weekday return. The cold temps of the early morning departure allowed takeoff without burner but, much to our surprise, all of the restricted areas were hot. The vectors around them added considerable mileage to the flight.

When I pulled the throttle back for the descent into Dallas, the red Low Fuel light illuminated. Although not much fuel was used at idle, that red light glared at me for the next 140 or so miles. The flight totaled 2.9 hours in the F-8B with distance something over 1500 miles.

Larry Sietsma


1335
The P420 did make a big difference in performance. The "H" with the P420 was the only F-8 I flew that could go from the banner escort position to the perch without using burner.

Jerry Kuechmann


1336
Regarding Dink's inquiry about long distance flights, while flying in VFP-206 in the early 80's, I came up with the bright idea to fly non-stop, unrefueled from Miramar to Cecil. Since VFP-206 was based at NAF Washington and the prevailing winds at altitude were westerly, it became much harder to accomplish than I had thought in just getting an RF-8 in position at Miramar. Winter was more ideal than summer with the lower latitude jet stream. After two years of waiting for an opportunity, the chance came on a deployment to Yuma in February 1982. It didn't work out for Miramar to Cecil, but I did fly non-stop, unrefueled from Yuma (NYL) to Navy Jax (NIP) on February 13, 1982 in 145607. I logged 3.0, all at night, but it was longer. I remember how cold I was. I planned a max range profile which meant a cruise climb and a constantly decreasing mach number. I recall getting up to the mid-40s with a fuel flow well south of 2000 lb/hr. That meant no heat or pressurization air. At any rate, over Texas I really needed a MAF bag, but that was the one item I forget to pack. I crossed my legs and flew the last hour in agony (but that did keep me awake!). It was well after midnight at Jax when I asked for a straight in without the usual detour around Cecil. The approach controller was a real tool. He saw how far I had flown and assumed (correctly) that I was on fumes. He snidely suggested that I land at Cecil if I couldn't make Jax. I replied that I could make Jax just fine, but if I didn't land ASAP I'd need to clean out the cockpit after I landed. I got the straight in, landed, climbed out and ran behind the Gator where I left a small lake. With no onboard nav system, it was all direct to Tacans. The late night flight helped me avoid any detours. I figured the distance at 1750 NM at least. It turned out that the winds weren't as strong as I had hoped, so I believe with the right winds, the RF-8 could have made Miramar-Cecil non-stop. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Moon Rivers


1337
Bob Heisner. You may have known the two old wise men we had on staff in the early years of VF 174, Doc Townsend and Art Derrick. Both were TPS grads.

With respect to stability and control of the F-8 in high supersonic flight their theme was that the oblique shock wave from the wing and forward fuselage started to bend back, become more oblique, starting at about 1.6 or so began to "mask" the rudder with the resultant loss of vertical stability in straight and level flight. The ventral fins on the deuce moved the problem up to the handbook red line of 1.85 IMN, (I forgot the absolute #).

The solution was the big extendable ventral fins on the bottom of F8U-3. Those who flew the big monster reported no yaw past 2.0, by then the canopy overheat light became the primary concern. The stab aug system had been refined as well.

In class, Art D. would show some old Schlieren photographs of supersonic flight that he had managed to find in the files at Pax. similar to the ones in the 1960 version of the NavWeps 00-001-80F, Aerodynamics for Naval Aviators, Chapter 3, High Speed Aerodynamics. He also had a model rigged to rotate with a hand crank, suspended with rubber bands on the wingtips that would go ass over end when he really cranked it up. All in all, it convinced us NavCads that pushing the thing to the limit wasn't a smart thing to do.

Hey PJ. Did I read while back that you flew some 2Ns & 2NEs at the factory, up to 1.9? Where? With the IFF off so Fort Worth center couldn't follow you? TR.

TR Swartz


1338
If you ever had a real hot F8A and were able to get close to 1.6 it would begin to hunt and get very uncomfortable. Yet with the other F8s with ventrals the yawing came in at a higher Mach #.

And do you remember that the F8U-3 had much larger ventrals.

When LTV pilots were required to fly at the 1.8+ regime the yaw system was always backed up by a battery system.

The Aeronautical types had data to show that it would swap ends and ruin your whole day!!

P J Smith


1339
Re long distance flights. I just found my # 2 log book, all F-8 time.

Oct 21, 1961. Buno 148666, a 2N, Cecil to Dallas, 2.0. Dallas to Nellis, 2.5. Big shootout at the Nellis "O". Next day, Oct 22, Nellis to Miramar, 1.0. Full bag of JP, a water bottle, 4 Snickers from the Ops gedunk machine, then non stop from runway 6 at Miramar to Cecil, 3.5 hours. Good tailwind, maintained a constant cruise AOA which dropped the IMN from .86 to about .78. Fuel flow at +/- 40K was 1850 before the slightly above idle descent starting over Shreveport to a straight in to runway 9 at Cecil, with 600 pounds remaining.

No sweat. In fact, the dry cabin air sucks all of your body moisture out, I couldn't even get an inch of urine in the water bottle.

T R Swartz


1340
Here are the stories I have that involve USAF F-8 pilots. Capt Will Abbott of VF-111 and Maj R G Bell of VF-162. Abbott was shot down by a MiG and Bell was killed on the ground at Bien Hoa after diverting from the Oriskany.

These events are documented in Chris Hobson's "Vietnam Air Losses".

Abbott is probably the only USAF pilot to leave two Crusaders. This was his second. The first was on 29 April 1966 while in the pattern at NKX.

This second ejection is documented in the Martin Baker ejection history book "Sir Martin Baker"

Gary Williams
VF-211
5 November 2013

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5 September 1966
F-8E 150896 VF-111, USN, USS Oriskany
Capt Wilfred Keese Abbott (POW)

A section of Crusaders from the Oriskany was jumped by MiG-17s that suddenly emerged from cloud near Ninh Binh. Both Crusaders were damaged by cannon fire, one of them fatally, as it tried to turn inside the MiG. The North Vietnamese must have been somewhat confused when they captured the Crusader pilot because Capt Abbott was a USAF pilot on exchange with the Navy. Capt Abbott's right leg was broken when he ejected and although the North Vietnamese eventually operated on the injury it took over two years for it to heal properly. Capt Abbott was released from captivity on 4 March 1973.

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16 May 1965
A-1E 52-133901 34 TG, USAF, Bien Hoa
B-57B 52-1568, 53-3867, 53-3871, 53-3873, 53-3893, 53-3904, 53-3913,
53-3915, 53-3930, 53-3937 8/13 TBS, 405 FW attached to 34 TG, USAF,
Bien Hoa
F-8E 150931 VF-162, USN, USS Oriskany

At 08:15 on Sunday morning, 16 May, Capt C N Fox and his navigator, Capt V L Haynes, were sitting in their B-57B at Bien Hoa about to start engines to lead a flight of four aircraft on a strike. Fox's Canberra was loaded with four 750lb bombs under the wings and nine 500lb bombs in the bomb bay. Without warning Fox's aircraft exploded and debris hit other aircraft on the flight line causing further explosions in what seemed to be a chain reaction. When the smoke cleared the scene was one of utter devastation with dead, dying and wounded airmen and wrecked aircraft everywhere. A complete J65 engine was hurled half a mile and smaller fragments were found at twice that distance from the flight line. The only man from Capt Fox's flight of four aircraft to survive was navigator Lt Barry Knowles. He and his pilot Capt Kea had had to abort the sortie due to a malfunction and were walking away from the aircraft when the explosion occurred. Kea was killed by flying shrapnel but Knowles was knocked over and injured by the blast and was rescued by SMSgt L E Adamson, the maintenance line chief. In addition to Fox, Haynes and Kea, the other Canberra crewmen killed were Maj Underwood, Capt Shannon, Capt Jepson and 1Lt Wagner. As well as the 10 B-57s that were destroyed, a US Navy F-8E, a USAF A-1E and two VNAF A-1Hs were also completely wrecked. The F-8E had diverted to Bien Hoa just minutes before the explosion after it developed a fuel leak while on a close air support mission over South Vietnam.

The Crusader pilot was Maj R G Bell, a USAF exchange officer with the Oriskany's VF-162, who was also killed in the explosion.

A total of 30 VNAF A-1s received some degree of damage as did a USAF HH-43 helicopter. The remnants of the 8th and 13th TBSs immediately set up shop at Tan Son Nhut and continued operations as best they could but it was some time before the squadrons could function normally again.

The 27 USAF men who died were: SSgt Jesse Rodriquez Acosta, SSgt Jose Ruben Aragon, TSgt Secundino Baldonado, Maj Robert Graham Bell, SSgt Brian Dale Brown, TSgt Claude Marvin Bunch, SSgt James Martin Cale, SSgt Robert Lewis Clark, A1C William Thomas Crawford, SSgt Edgar Stoms Donaghy, A1C Terence Dean Engel, TSgt Aaron Gregor Fidiam, Capt Charles Nathan Fox, Capt Vernon Lee Haynes, SMS William Donald Hicks, SSgt David Lee Hubbard, Capt Arthur C Jepson, Capt Andrew Millard Kea, Capt Ernest McFeron, TSgt Charles William Rachal, A1C Clifford H Raulerson, TSgt Donald Joseph Seaman, Capt Billy Eugene Shannon, TSgt Gerald Allison Snyder, Maj James Edward Underwood, 1Lt Lee Celin Wagner, and A1C Hayden Edward Weaver.

This was the worst single incident suffered by the USAF on the ground during the entire war and was only eclipsed by the terrible fires on board the USS Oriskany and Forrestal. Twice as many aircraft were lost in the accidental explosion at Bien Hoa than had been destroyed by Viet Cong attacks on aircraft on the ground in the war up to that date. The cause of the explosion was thought to have been a malfunction on a time-delay fuse on one of the bombs carried by Capt Fox's aircraft.


1341
Here is a memory. Navy Times article. On 6 Oct., 1960 Lt. Col. R. R. Peebles, the C.O. of VMF-232 swore 1st Lts. Lew Amick, Dick Pederson, and Rick Carlton (me) into the Regular Marine Corps by radio as we were doing a 1000+ mph speed run over MCAS Kaneohe and down the island chain. We were in the F8U-1E, clean and mean. I have had it to 1.8 (redline 1.67)mach and zoomed to over 60M. I chickened out and was pushing over as I remembered blood boiled at 67M, but I was young. We had no tail fins like the F8U-2 got so it would get squirrelly at high speed and high G's. Those were the days!

Rick Carlton


1342
I taught the AIM 9 missiles in VF-124 from 1965-1968. I do not believe that AIM 9B was used in Vietnam. If it was, it was only at the beginning. The AIM 9D had a nitrogen cooled seeker head and was far more pointed than the blunt-faced AIM 9B. It did not have caging coils to hold in still while no power was applied to aircraft A rubber cap was devised with embedded magnets to hold the seeker head aligned so it would not bounce around on deck and during handling.

I would bet all missile shots were from-the-hip with the sidewinder growl. There was a range meter for sidewinder retrofitted into all F-8s (early models already had them) that could tell the range and indicate the max sidewinder range. However, this device was dependent upon a radar lock-on. I guarantee you no F-8 pilot bothered to look into a scope and attempt a lock-on in a Mig environment. There was a boresight radar mode that locked the radar into a seeking-lock on mode which could automatically acquire the Mig (if within the projected nose cone of detection) and thus enable the meter. I also doubt any Migs were downed or fired at using this device either. The pilot's head was out of the cockpit as it should be in air to air combat.

Most misses fired with tones were due to being out of range for the angle. The farthest range was possible when directly behind the Mig with overtaking airspeed. The shortest range was possible when at an angle off and at the same or slower speed than the Mig.

Sidewinders were fired from a button on the control stick. Guns were fired from a trigger on the stick. Both could be hot at the same time. Missiles were selected with a blade switch on a panel in front of the control stick. F-8 could carry either two or four sidewinders. The dogfighting characteristics were inferior with the four missile configuration and most pilots preferred the dual arrangements.

Al Lansdowne


1343
Moon's escapade in the 80's going from Yuma to Andrews shook some of the cobwebs loose from the gray matter upstairs. I recall many flights from Miramar to Beeville, TX which was only about 1060 NM. Would go there to stock the flare compartment with smoked hams and turkeys from the Country Store which I would drop some off at Tinker AFB for the in-laws and bring some back to Miramar. Also John Peck and myself took a two ship to Beeville for a retirement ceremony of a fellow F-8 Driver. In the fall of '75 Det III began working towards a MED Cruise aboard the Saratoga. I have an entry which shows a Max Speed of 1.64 as well as an altitude of 62K plus. Beachball, our maintenance chief, had just repainted our aircraft in AC colors and had stuffed a new engine into 146863. Did a PMCF which went real well with some fuel left over so the speed run and zoom climb. At that altitude you can really see the curvature of the earth and the sky is a deep azure blue. If the engine had crapped out, though, I wouldn't be writing this as I didn't have a pressure suit ... just plain stupid but ... Log book shows several runs from NKX to NZC (cecil) which was about 1800+ NM. Since we were put on a 72 HR alert for the cruise ( story was they didn't have room for us on-board for the cruise) decided to check out the snow conditions in Vail. So in January '76 made a camera run on the slopes of Vail ( pics still hang on the wall of the condo) which was ~1352 NM, give or take a few, taking 5.3 hrs due to the camera runs. Remembrance was landing with about 800 #'s and, like moon, after hitting the fuel pits could only make it to the back of the plane after shutdown. 5.3 hours was definitely max endurance for a bladder without a ditty bag!

Garnett W. Haubelt


1344
For Garnett -- I was that guy in Beeville. And still have fond memories of the brilliant, perfectly timed fly by you honored me with. Thanks again.

Bob Ferguson


1345
"Frankwood" remembrance, I flew Frank's wing on my first NVN Combat sortie in 1971 in VF-211 aboard Hancock. We were assigned as TARCAP for about eight A-4's who were in trail on a Photo F-8. Some may recall the "Blue Tree" mission, code for 'let's get them to shoot at us so we can bomb them', during the bombing halt. The RF-8 made its run near the Hour Glass and turned feet wet. A-4's were released to drop on targets of opportunity and Fighter F-8's were to cover their six. Frank was earnest about not losing sight of any Hawks below, which meant his nugget wingman was in for a wild Yo-yo, ride for life. All mission aircraft RTB'd Hancock.

Frank was out with us on the next cruise, but not all of it. On day one of Nixon's all-out bombing campaign in1972, Linebacker II, Hanna was to be the "ready deck", and her flight deck was cleared of all aircraft. The F-8s cross-decked to Constellation, alongside. I don't think Ranger and Saratoga were out yet, but eventually, four carriers operated together in the Tonkin Gulf. A few days before the biggest night of bombing over Hanoi and Haiphong since November 1967, Frank and I were sent to Danang, and told to stand by for message traffic. We had been in the barracks for a couple of days, entertained with a few sorties to the Red Dog Saloon. Later Cowboy Brotherton was to find out that nurses lived above, but that's another story.

RM-1 McDonald, a senior Navy radioman at Danang airfield, had been tasked to keep in close touch with us so he could pass messages of importance. At our first meeting, he asked me if I had ever heard of Livingston, Louisiana, where he hailed from. I recalled that one of my ancestors had been banished there, probably for stealing. I later learned that wasn't quite accurate, but McDonald liked the fact that I potentially had a convict in my background.

He offered to let me ride shotgun with him in his Navy Jeep across the bridge into downtown Danang. He gave me a flak jacket and an M-16 and I climbed aboard the right seat. It was an uneventful journey and probably a good thing, since I had little idea of how to un-safety an M-16.

That night, Frank and I were the only patrons of the Red Dog. In those days, I did not drink alcohol, and turned in fairly early, leaving Frank to man the four wooden walls on his own. Sure enough, at oh-dark-thirty, sometime after 0230, RM-1 banged on my door. He had a TS for us. We were ordered to launch at 0300 as a MIGCAP section, heading north up the coast to a point south of Hanoi. Our message did not say that over three hundred US aircraft would also be entering our area, but it did loosely define a major strike by both the Air Force and Navy.

I woke a very sleepy Frank Wood. He said that he felt just awful, and that I would have to take the lead. Engines started, section taxi and take-off all seemed normal, ziplip. As we passed across the DMZ, as badly as Frank felt, he hung in there. The fireworks around downtown Hanoi were outstanding. SAMs were being volleyed en masse, passing harmlessly away. I believe no aircraft were shot down feet dry, and only one went in feet wet, pilot recovered. We were tanked feet wet and it was time for our relief to show. Only one F-8 arrived. My PC-1 was half way down and oil fluctuating. As miserable as Frank was, he sent me back to Danang, while he double cycled. He was one relieved fighter pilot to be back on the deck with only one boot on. The other was full.

Frank had had either a station tour at NAS Whiting or NAS Pensacola or a primary flight instructor tour. During that time, he and his brother, I think it was Joe, also stationed nearby, checked out in the Beech C-45, Bamboo Bomber. Frank told me that there were two independent pitot static systems. As they performed pre-take-off checks, they noticed one of the systems was down. The weather was down too, as Frank told it - take-off minimums. They decided to launch anyway and just after leveling off, IMC at about 3000 feet, the second pitot system quit. Now without artificial horizon, airspeed, altimeter, or VSI, they were down to the last trim, engine gages and needle ball. They tried pulling a little power to start a gradual descent - airplane pitched over and the descent became a dive. Power back on, the nose started up, and soon the wind stream got very quiet - airspeed deteriorating quickly. This went on for more than a few minutes, both pilots were captured, hanging as close to Hell as any human being would ever dream of.

Frank did not tell me what prayers were said, so either this was an epiphany or an instant reconciliation with the Maker. Power retracted slightly; nose down; airspeed rising rapidly -"what's that?", one of them called out. They had flown through rising stack gas from a paper mill North of Pensacola. The same one that stunk up the area for at least several generations of fledgling Navy Pilots. Down through the heat, Frank could make out the ground around the stack, and over he went in a tight spiral. Pulling out at about 200-300 feet, he was able to ground navigate back to NAS.

H. Livingston


1346
I got to VFP-63 in early '67.  We were still doing night navigation and night photo over at Chocolate Mountain.  Thank goodness they had decided to suspend night photo in the war.  Nothing like being over indian country not knowing exactly where you are, shooting off flares: madness.  By the time I got to Vietnam we were no longer racing around at very low altitude and popping up to get shot down over the target.  We were 3500-5000' going fast, still it was stupid when the mission was post Alfa Strike BDA within 4 minutes of the last bomb.  We had fighters dueling with AAA sights and getting shot down big time.  After we lost our O-in-C and before the week was over we had lost five F-4's from our ready room some of the tactics changed.   Went back in 72-73 and did not do Afla Strike BDA and the fighters did not duel with AAA sights.  Lots less aircraft lost in an environment was just the same as it was in 67-68 except for the addition of the ZSU-23,  I got shot at by one of those only once; it was an impressive string of bullets and close, could hear them going by and I was doing >600 KIAS.  Over the years, I shot a lot of photoflash cartridges but only in airshows: enter the famous photo-loop at 550 KIAS shooting one a second and salvoing whatever was left at the bottom of the loop.  Never had one hit the fuselage.  Interesting that you could see the timing fuse burning in the cartridge as it left the aircraft, then the big flash and boom and big puff of white smoke  Good for airshows and nothing else...

Scott Ruby

1347
 One more thing about flying night photo. There were two basic options -there was enough moonlight to see the ground - or it was too dark to see the ground. When I was first in VFP-63 from1961-1965, there was a night nav series of flights where you were given a series of coordinbates on the ground where you had to go there and identify what was there. Got you use to flying around at low level and navigating at night. Got pretty good at it after a while. These points could be intersections of roads, trails, etc, power stations, or anything that could be properly identified. Except. On about the fifth flight, I went to a set of coordinates and it was in the middle of nowhere. I must have spent 20-30 minutes trying to find something I could identify. Finally, gave up and told the photo brief guy at the time, I could not            find anything except the side of a hill. It final dawned on my some time later, there wasn’t anything there, and the photo brief guy was testing me to see if  I really knew what I was doing.

 If it was too dark to see the ground, you had to use a pathfinder. In the early days, that meant an A3. Did not have a particularly good nav system. If we had been tasked during my 1971 deployment, would have used an A6. This also meant no lights on, and flying in formation. No use telling anyone where you were. Flying at night with no lights can be a little hairy. If it was really dark, I had the pathfinder put a flashlight up on his console where I could see it. If there was any kind of break required because of being shot at. the pathfinder would break left and I would go right, and we would rejoin somewhere upon mutual agreement. When it came time to fire the flares there were two basic methods to keep from going blind when the flares went off. One was called the blink method where you would close one eye when you felt the flares was expended. Never worked too well since you usually got out of synch. The most common method was to close one eye during the release of flares. Also squeezed off a half a percent of power, so you slowly drifted aft of the pathfinder so the danger of hitting him was significantly reduced because you lose depth perception with only the use of one eye. Of Course,the mirrors were turned inward t reduce the effect of the flash going off. Lots of fun.

 On the particular night where I found the flak trap. I had to drag an F8 fighter along as escort. The F8 has a range only radar and could not follow me through a turn. Therefore, to keep track of me, he had to fly in formation. He started whining about flying formation at night with no lights on. so I got rid of him, and flew the rest of the flight VFR -plenty of moon. On that particular flight, there were some 15 or so aircraft milling about smartly in the same area. The Spads were below 3,000 fet, I was operating between 3-4,000 feet. amd the A4’s were above 4,000 feet. Everyone was responsible for maintaining their own safety of flight. The ideas was that they would blow something up and I would photograph it. The guys at VInh had a bunch of searchlights going, so everyone stayed clear of tht area. No one found anything to drop on, and it turned into a boring flight. Except that As I was roaming around, I found what turned out to be a flak trap. I saw these lights that looked strange. Evenly spaced, and would go on and off together as I drove in on them. Also, Looked like they were being operated by a rheostat system. Decided to see what was going on, and photographed the area. Turned out I was right. Never trust those sneaky little bastards. Had a good time.

 Scott

1348
There were two types of flares used by the RF8 - the smaller ones were rarely used if ever. There is a difference of opinion as to the candlepower provided by each of the types. Airspeed during a night photo run was limited to 400 knots. Apparently there were times when the explosive charge kicking the “flashbulb” charge out had either deteriorated or was insufficient to clear the aircraft. There were indications that if the speed was more then 400 knots, there times when the cartridge would “bounce” down the fuselage, and punch holes in the skin of the aircraft. The RF8 could carry 40 of the larger flares, mounted in two packs in the area behind the cockpit. The boat did not like to launch night photo missions, because it required the boat to go to strict EMCON conditions while the flares were being loaded. Loading the flares required the photo mates to use a ladder leaning against the bird while it was on the cat immediately prior to launch. Not an easy thing to do, and dangerous for the personnel. To my knowledge, the smaller flares were never used in combat. Mostly because they were felt to be unreliable. The last time I flew a combat night photo mission was in 1965 off the Midway. I found a flak trap near Vinh. I/we found we could shoot off a string of 10 flares before they got serious about getting close. That covers about a two-mile stretch of ground. On  another mission, I came back with a full load of flares, and trapped. For whatever reason, they taxied me down hot into the hanger bay. When the boat found out what had occurred, they almost s--- a brick. After that, any flares not used were salvoed prior to recovery. You had to count to make sure all were fired off. On  a prior deployment, I flew a practice mission into Korea. The Air Force said we could photograph  the runway at Osan AFB. We sent a message to the Air Force, telling them the parameters, and what they could expect. Back came a message saying to stay 500 feet north of the runway. They said everyone would be wearing steel helmets. A lot of good that would do. When a cartridge is fired, a white hot ingot comes out of the casing. When the charge goes off, and the filliments Ignite and fall to the ground. After the run, which I fired all 40 cartridges There was dead silence when we departed the area. About two weeks later we get this rather large package from the Air Force containing all the stuff that came out of the bird. It seems all the crud and corruption drifted onto the runway and fouled it. The sweeper could not pick it up, and they had to use personnel to walk the runway and pick all  the stuff up by hand. We were told never to come back again. I know of no capability of the RF8 using wing pods to fire photo cartridges. Also, I believe night photo missions, using the flares, were used in 1964 when VFP-63 was flying missions into northern Laos. Chuck Klusman could probably confirm - or deny - the use of them.

 Scott Ruby

1349
I too was glad to see night photo runs for the RF-8 over Indian country suspended. There was a lot of talk about missions but they never scheduled. I will admit that one of my most humorist flights was a night photo over the Chocolate Mountains. In the different airwings that I was in, (except for one that I was briefly assigned to until a replacement OINC could be sent out from CONUS.) the photo pilot, no matter his rank, briefed and lead the photo mission. The escort was just that, the escort. On this particular night for the night photo run over the Chocolate Mountains my assigned escort was a senior officer. I was giving the brief on the photo run and was covering the best position for the escort. But before I could get to the whys for this position I was interrupted and told by my escort that he knew how to fly his plane for me not to worry about it. His plan was to fly in a one to two mile radar trail. I just said "yes Sir", and thinking
 "three bags full". All was well until we got to the CM range and started the run. After the first couple of flares went off there was a very loud scream over UHF and I saw an F-8 escort in full afterburner in a steep climb pass my starboard side. When we landed, the post flight debriefing was declined. I have often thought about that flight and get a chuckle each time.
 I do not recall seeing in this discussion the fact that we replaced the photo flares with chaff cartridges for daylight missions in Indian country. I did use a few of those against SAM and AAA  radars. 
As with Scott and Will, I also flew a few photo loops in air shows. Generally it was well received.

Andre


1350
I got to VFP-63 in early '67.  We were still doing night navigation and night photo over at Chocolate Mountain.  Thank goodness they had decided to suspend night photo in the war.  Nothing like being over indian country not knowing exactly where you are, shooting off flares: madness.  By the time I got to Vietnam we were no longer racing around at very low altitude and popping up to get shot down over the target.  We were 3500-5000' going fast, still it was stupid when the mission was post Alfa Strike BDA within 4 minutes of the last bomb.  We had fighters dueling with AAA sights and getting shot down big time.  After we lost our O-in-C and before the week was over we had lost five F-4's from our ready room some of the tactics changed.   Went back in 72-73 and did not do Afla Strike BDA and the fighters did not duel with AAA sights.  Lots less aircraft lost in an environment was just the same as it was in 67-68 except for the addition of the ZSU-23,  I got shot at by one of those only once; it was an impressive string of bullets and close, could hear them going by and I was doing 600 KIAS.  Over the years, I shot a lot of photoflash cartridges but only in airshows: enter the famous photo-loop at 550 KIAS shooting one a second and salvoing whatever was left at the bottom of the loop.  Never had one hit the fuselage.  Interesting that you could see the timing fuse burning in the cartridge as it left the aircraft, then the big flash and boom and big puff of white smoke  Good for airshows and nothing else...

 Happy New Year.  We are all blessed just by being here unlike so many of our mates who did not make it back to the ship.

Yogi


1351
Thanks to Jim Patton and the others who recalled the Paper Mill smell with something akin to "pleasure". As Jim Patton aptly pointed out, no matter where I have ever run into that Paper Mill smell, it takes me back to those awesome days when I finally got to understand the rare relationship that grows between a Pilot and his aircraft. Now, after two strokes, I can no longer fly at all and I must rely on those fabulous memories from my days at Saufley, Kingsville, and Beeville along with my time in VF-174, VF-62 and VF-932 at Willow Grove.

My Childhood home was in Ambler, PA just 10 miles from Willow Grove and some of my fondest memories of that time were when my father would take my older brother and I to Willow Grove during WW II to lay on the hillside at the approach end of runway 10.  We would watch the F6F's doing touch and go landings for hours.

My last flight in the Crusader was very special to me. I asked Dutch Schultz our CO for a starp training day in 1968 and took one of the old Crusader's we have at the Grove up the Pennsylvania Turnpike to Harrisburg and turned north up the Susquehanna River to the confluence of the West branch and North branch of that beautiful stream. I turned NW up the West branch! I dropped down to about 500 feet and accelerated up to 400 kts. In a about 2.5 minutes I was approaching Lewisburg, Pa and could see the bridge from Lewisburg to Montandon ahead. I knew the area like the back of my hand since I had attended Bucknell University on a Football Scholarship and I knew at 4:30 PM on a late October day, the Team would be practicing on the practice field just west of the open end of the stadium where I had enjoyed some fun days in the late 1950's .

I pulled up into a 80 degree nose high climb and rolled left and pushed over as I crossed over the two water tanks that sat just east of the Stadium on the bluff of the River. I lit the burner and was doing about 560 Kts as I passed over the practice field and the Team at about 100 feet of altitude. I pulled up into the setting sun and rolled repeatedly to keep my aircraft number difficult to see. It was awesome!

A few weeks later, I received a call from my former and current at the time, coach Bob Odell ( now deceased). He asked me to join the team for a Team breakfast before a game with Penn. I was honored to do so and at the end of the meal, I looked across the table at my former coach and said. Coach! I hear you have been bothered by some low flying aircraft recently??? He turned as red as a beet and said, "Brady you son of gun ( he never swore). You ruined that practice! All the players were scared that then excited when you flew over. Man, how fast were you going? We didn't hear a thing until you went by! And then all hell broke loose!

Practice was over! I loved it.

Jim Brady


1352
All the posts on the paper mill "aroma" near Saufley also bring back fond memories. I got my wings in Aug 1958 and was "plowed back" at Kingsville where I got used to a new odor, the Celanese plant just to the north at the initial for runway 13. It was quite evident after a cold front passage but one could even smell it in the cockpit of an F9F-5 at 1,500 ft enroute to the initial from the north. Hadn't thought about those smells for years until reading all these posts.

Art Bloomer


1353
OK One more for memories. I was flying a B-stage aerobatic solo out of North Whiting in an SNJ on a partly cloudy day in August of '52. Made the mistake of climbing above a low broken layer to do my manuvers oriented with the cloud lines. An hour later I let down through the breaks in the clouds to find myself over an unending forest of pine trees and absolutely nothing else. Total panic. Where is anything? Lost plane procedure, head south, look for the gulf. Before I ever saw the gulf I got a strong wiff of good old St. Regis (I hoped). Got wind direction from the smoke rising from one of the many stills scattered in the pine trees. Turned into the wind, five or six minutes later spotted St. Regis and headed home. Had to extend my flight plan twice " for being cut out of the pattern".

Dick Bishop


1354
As a USAF puke transferring to the Nasal Reverse, I didn't experience the evil smell of the paper mill as you did during your formative years of Naval Aviator Training. We in USAF pilot training were enjoying the beaches of Destin and Panama CityBeach, Fl. A much more sophisticated way to pass the boring hours of T-28 cross country flights to exotic destinations with Cuban Cigars, silk scarves and Spanish Port.

 I was employed with Delta Airlines in 1961 as a flight engineer trainee in the DC-6. We trained at Columbus, GA. which had the most obnoxious paper mill in the US. As a result, when I smell one, I don't go back in time and reminisce about the training bases and how fantastic the flying was, I revert to the landing checklist for the DC-6 and try not to throw up over that crappy smell.

You Navy guys are just too "sensitive".

Pat McGirl


1355
An Old Pilot's Reflections

Pilots are people who drive airplanes for other people who can't fly.
Passengers are people who say they fly, but really just ride.

Fighter Pilots are steely eyed, weapons systems managers who kill bad people and break things. However, they can also be very charming and personable. The average fighter pilot, despite sometimes having a swaggering exterior, is very much capable of such feelings as love, affection, intimacy and caring.  (However, these feelings don't involve anyone else.)

Flying is a hard way to earn an easy living.

Both optimists and pessimists contribute to society. The optimist invents the airplane; the pessimist, the parachute.

Death is just nature's way of telling you to watch your airspeed.

As a pilot only two bad things can happen to you (and one of them will):
a. One day you will walk out to the aircraft, knowing it is your last flight.
b. One day you will walk out to the aircraft, not knowing it is your last flight.

There are rules and there are laws:
The rules are made by men who think that they know how to fly your airplane better than you.
The laws (of physics) were ordained by God.
You can and sometimes should suspend the rules, but you can never suspend the laws.

About Rules:
a. The rules are a good place to hide if you don't have a better idea and the talent to execute it.
b. If you deviate from a rule, it must be a flawless performance (e.g., if you fly under a bridge, don't hit the bridge.)

Before each flight, make sure that your bladder is empty and your fuel tanks are full.

He who demands everything that his aircraft can give him is a pilot; he who demands one iota more is a fool.

There are certain aircraft sounds that can only be heard at night and over the ocean. Most of them are scary.

The aircraft limits are only there in case there is another flight by that particular aircraft. If subsequent flights do not appear likely, there are no limits.

"If the Wright brothers were alive today, Wilbur would have to fire Orville to reduce costs." (President, DELTA Airlines.)

In the Alaskan bush, I'd rather have a two-hour bladder and three hours of gas than vice versa.

An old pilot is one who can remember when flying was dangerous and sex was safe.

Airlines have really changed; now a flight attendant can get a pilot pregnant.

I've flown in both pilot seats. Can someone tell me why the other one is always occupied by an idiot?

And my favorite;

You have to make up your mind about growing up and becoming a pilot. You can't do both.

Andy Hill


1356
I see there has been a great deal of apparent turmoil over the use of photo flash cartridges in a combat environment. I personally did not have a great deal of concern over the use of night photo tasking. As long as it was done on my terms. That is, no tasking of night photo after a night-time strike, where everyone was unhappy about being dumped on, and a photo bird would be along to evaluate the damage - if any. There was always the next day for BDA - if required. Also, the flexibility to vary from assigned tasking - if in my opinion - it was not a good idea to continue on.

During the warmup period prior to the 1971deployment, I got together with the   F4 squadron to see if they could put me over a pin point target. Not very well, but their maneuvering would have given me vertigo. Not a good idea. No one in the det knew  about this effort except me. Talked to CAG and the staff if there was any chance of us being tasked for night photo, probably not. If tasked, only Jim and I would do it -only because we hade done it before. Then, only if Jim would volunteer to do it. If I understood Jim correctly,. he was not a big fan of night carrier landings. At the time, I had more night landings on the Midway then anyone in the air wing. On my third deployment on the boat.

Would fly night photo on two basic conditions. One - there was enough moonlight where I could se the ground. Two - would use an A6 as a pathfinder if it was a dark and stormy night. Never practiced with an A6, but I think they had a pretty good radar from what I could determine. A pin point target could be covered with about five cartridges. three, if the pathfinder was really good.  That covers about a mile with less then six seconds wings level assuming I could see the ground, or the path finder did a rolling turn into a wings level. Would limit the number of cartridges to ten - under most conditions. It took at least  2-3 for the bad guys to realize what was happening. Another 3-4 to get serious about cranking any guns my way, and another 3-4 to get any kind of a reasonable track. Using a 2 second delay, the flares go off a good 800 feet aft of me. A 4 second delay means they go off at least 1,600 feet aft of me. Typically, when getting shot at, it always started in trail, and they would try and walk the burst up on me. Does not take long to get out of range. Would really have to convince me to do a night photo run in  an extremely high threat area where there was multiple gun emplacements over a long distance. would have had to convince ne that the risk was worth the effort.

On the 1965 deployment, we sort of made things up as we went along. No one had a clue as to how things should be done. On the first attempt, we decided we would follow a bunch of A4’s along a prescribed route. In a two to three mile trail. A dark and storm night. Once we got set up, I DR’ed the entire route. Never saw the A4’s after departure for the IP. we had an F8 and an F4 squadron onboard. F8’s were useless at night as an escort. All they did was whine about flying formation at night with no lights on. All I could watch was seeing the radar altimeter going up and down. Not a good idea - a little scary.

It was just as well that night photo tasking was never seriously considered. It would have taken too much effort to maintain currency at night, and limitations on loading flares at night aboard the boat was not something they wanted to do. Still if some idiot had wanted me to do it, I would have planned the mission. On my terms.

Scott Ruby


1357
With regards to Scott's email, we did try night photo once or twice. It wasn't too effective. The escorts, using only radar nav, had trouble getting on target. It had to be a night with a reasonable moon to show the terrain to some degree. As I recall, we caught some trucks on the road a few times, but nothing of any major significance. It was kind of fun to fly over the bad guys and know that you are ruining their night vision for quite a while. The AAA was never very effective at night because we were rather low (around 3000' AGL). I don't think they had radar controlled guns at the time. We did catch a few trucks on the roads and may have caused a few delays, but without any bullets or bombs, we caused little damage to the bad guys. I was kind of interesting to fly that kind of mission for a change.

Chuch Klusmann

1358
1959, VF-124 Bob Burlingame was with a FRP on his first formation flight. The FRP overran Bob and knocked his wing off. The plane dropped into San Francisco bay and, of course, was the news of the day. A reporter interviewing Bob asked how it felt to have to bail out of a million dollar plane; Bob's response was that he felt worse the previous week when he lost $200 in Reno. The Navy PR man shouted to the reporter, "Don't print that, don't print that!!!!"

Dick Murdock


1359
Gunnar Jensons' memory of Ev Southwick trying to shoot down a NASA balloon, reminded me of a great story Sam Flynn told a bunch of F-8 guys at a dinner of being launched out of Key West to destroy Fat Albert that had broken off its tether. 4 F-8s were initially loaded with Sidewinders until Sam informed the Skipper a heat seeker wouldn't work on a balloon. They all shut down, unloaded winders and loaded guns. By the time they got airborne the balloon was quite high and far away and they realized they wouldn't get very close. The Skipper lead a super sonic pitch-up, firing guns and kicking rudders hoping a 20mm might find its way to Fat Albert. As the guns started firing all 4 J-57s flamed out. Sam said when he looked back inside the cockpit he was descending backwards through 66K. I think a couple spins resulted. Maybe Rattlers' memory is better than mine and can add or correct my recollection. Even though Sam only drank only 10 High and not Mexican beer, he WAS the most interesting man in the world.

Dave Woltz

1360
For Ron Knott:
Ron;  I read every page of your book and it was very well done. Of course, that has been and remains typical of everything you do! The Crusader was the wild stallion of our youth and you rode it fast and hard! The Crusader demanded that of us, she loved to go, but you always had to respect her for she would kill you in a heartbeat if you asked her to do something she didn't like to do. I am sure you remember John "Pirate" Nichols and Dick Oliver and Howie Bullman standing in the ready room at Cecil and Pirate saying, " Tweaketh not thy aileron"! Of course he was discussing the fact that at high G trying to tighten a turn with aileron would often result in Departure. We had some awesome Sticks in VF-62 to learn from when we were nuggets. I think we were very lucky to have had some great sticks at VF-174 like TR. Ski, Duke, Pete and others. They are probably the reason why I am here to write this note! You and I had some great hassles together. I think we about broke even, but maybe that is wishful thinking on my part?? This I do know! I will always regard you and everyone who helped me learn to love the Crusader with deep respect and admiration and affection.

Jim Brady


1361

"Rock" Miller VMF-212: so many special memories!

* Rock briefing me on how to chase Marion Carl (meet him @ yellowsheets, no brief,no freq change calls or signals, an hour of smooth aerobatics in trail, only debrief was "Good hop!" @ yellowsheet sign-off.

* Ops O Rock calling me, the flight-line officer, find a reason to fail the post-start checks on a certain VERY nervous field-grade on a bad wx day.

*  Great parties @ the Kaneohe club, w/ ample Lancer's rose' (for '212 Lancers of course), and Rock using the club's red napkins as a bandana to go w/ his dress uniform.
Next, MARTD Atlanta, where I had the privilege to refam Rock in the F-8, and be his Ops for a too-short while, until he could trade up for Larry Adkinson.

*  I hope Colleen and the boys have forgiven my old basset hound, Bruddah, for eating a whole bag of their Snickers, while they were house-sitting.

In each of these stops Rock was always one rank senior, but NEVER felt the need to pull rank. His team-mate approach "Hey, do me a favor" would get any of us JO's to walk or fly through fire w/ him, knowing he'd get us out the other side.

We had many good F-8 drivers @ Kaneohe that went to deservedly wear stars (Bash Wills, Drax Williams, Harry Blot, Rich Hearney, Mike Sullivan & probably some I've missed), but Rock was THE MAN, among some exceptional guys, and it was always a puzzle why he didn't get his star(s) in the Corps, but I'm sure he's getting them now!

Semper Fi Rock!

Dennis Craney


1362
As ADM Boland may attest, Kingsville's annual Navy Relief Drive Open House was South Texas' social event of the year in the early '60s. One year, the Blues cancelled at the last minute. VT-23 CO Harry Padbury summoned the "Santa Gertrudis (housing area) car pool" composed of Marine Capt's Rock Miller, Doc Blanchard, Maggot Ruthven, and Navy LT's Bob Saville and Dick Schaffert to his office, gave them 5 F11's and 5 days, and orders to "put something together." We located a scarce country road through the mesquite, blew a lot of dust and scorched a few trees, while having the time of our lives. We opened the air show with the Blues signature division takeoff, from the narrow right runway, while Doc performed a high-performance takeoff towing a gunnery banner off the left. When Doc got the banner back over the field, we made maybe the first/last ever diamond gunnery run. Our "highlight" was a high speed low level diamond down the runway with a 5g pull to the vertical and a bomb-burst with an F11 heading to each point on the compass, into a split S reversal to meet over the middle of the field (in rather scary head-on passes). We finished off with a division landing and were de-planing to the roar of the crowd when CDR Van Demark (then-recent survivor of the Rosarita Beach TailHook) came over in an inverted high speed pass into an outside loop, and stole the show. His eyes were bloodshot for a week but he swore he didn't exceed 3.5 negative g's. Rock Miller excelled at everything he did, and that was a lot! As defensive captain of our squadron football team, he led us to the base championship. How could we lose? None of the other teams scored against us! As the center on our "IP" basketball team, he enjoyed "stuffing" the Larry Durbin All-Stars (and any other team the students could put up). We'd be at least 20 points ahead before the students fully understood what "jungle rules" meant. In the community, Rock was a role model for a lot of kids, including mine. My only regret in serving with Rock was that I didn't get to go to war with him, but that's the breaks of Naval Air! The last time I saw him was as an OSD Inspector of ANG and Reserve Squadrons in the late '70s. One of the last units we inspected was the Marine guys at Atlanta. They were rated as the "head and shoulders" group from dozens of others. I was not surprised to find Rock as their leader. When St. Peter waved the Rock aboard, I'm sure the words "welcome, thy good and faithful servant" were used.

Brown Bear.


1363
For Gunnar...

As much as I appreciate the honor of your including me in the early days of Crusaderdom, your wingman in VF-191 must have been H. Badarsington Purvis, my evil twin. While he was performing so brilliantly, I was in action over the stormy North Atlantic challenging the evil Soviet submarine menace while flying Stoofs day and night from the Navy's last straight deck carrier, Lake Champlain. Although golden arms run in the family, such talent couldn't surpass yours when you beat me out as Student of the Month at Saufley Field in late 1957.

Cheers,
Pete Purvis


1364
I remember in about 1967 when we had some admiral come take a fam flight in our brand-new A-7As. All us nuggets thought it was amazing that some very senior guy could just jump in our new airplane with no training and actually fly it. I am thinking that it was Adm. Moorer. The interesting thing was, he had a PC2 failure on the flight and handled it like a pro. We are all duly impressed and learned that maybe it wasn't as hard as we were making it.

Tom Brown


1365
It would be difficult to determine which squadron has the most traps over the years. However, I would think VFP-63 would be in the running. 63 flew off various boats through 1982. During the Viet Nam era from 1964 through 1983, 48 dets from 63 participated in the fun and games. Figuring   - conservatively - 300 traps per det, including buildups, that comes to 14,400 traps. During my last deployment, we had closer to 400 traps. Jim and Worm made centurion. Then if the squadron averaged 2.5 dets deployed per year, at 300 traps per deployment in the remaining years, That comes to over an additional 11,000 traps. That brings the total to over 25,000 traps. On at least two separate occasions, all five dets were deployed at one time in the 70's and 80's. I believe 25,000 traps by VFP-63 is a conservative number, and probably a lot higher. It would take a lot of digging and detective work to determine exactly how many traps any particular squadron had. But I do believe VFP-63 would be in the running.

Scott Ruby


1366
Counting carrier landings is a little like that old story from the 101st Airborne reunion: The young Lieutenant finally finished bragging about his 100th jump and asked the grizzled old guy with the cane how many jumps he'd made. The reply was, "Only 4; Fort Bragg, Anzio, Sicily and Normandy!" I distinctly remember my first landing on the Saipan in '57 and my last on the Connie in '73, but not many of those 276 on Yankee Station.

V/R Brown Bear
Dick Schaffert


1367
One day. Mugs McKeown shows up to be my escort into Laos. I told him where we were going and what we were going to do. I then made some sort of statement that we would leave a little early so he would not be short of fuel. Mugs then said, "I can go anywhere you can go and not worry about fuel". Or words to that effect. Well, an F4 can't at the altitudes we were flying. Not only did I manage my fuel, but I managed my escort's fuel. Took me a couple of hops to calculate what was going on in the F4, but not a big problem. Slowed down a little to make it a little easier on him. Finally, about the time I figured he was starting to get near bingo, I asked him about his fuel remaining. He says fine - he speaks with forked tongue. I go on a little more, and finally, I decide it is tome to go home a little early. I ask him if he wants to hit the tanker. "No!" Lying again. Finally we land. I do not know exactly how much fuel he actually had onboard, but at the most, he had no more then 1,000 pounds left. Probably less. All's well that ends well. Mugs is a good guy, sorry to hear he is having problems.

Scott Ruby


1368
There's a million stories about Mugs, most all great fun.

My first real encounter with Mugs was at Kingsville. We were on same Flag football team. Mugs was the running back at about 185# in those days. I was playing guard at about 165#.

After returning to the huddle, Mugs starts chewing my ass about not blocking and letting the opposing lineman into the backfield. He then notices blood come from my nose, mouth and ears and asks "what's the problem and I'd better stop that guy from screwing up his running prowess"

So's on next play, I hook the guy with my right leg in between his left and right and Mugs goes for forty yards. Meanwhile, the dude I illegally block is intent on killing me. He's got 6 inches and fifty pounds on me. I'm thinking I don't want any part of his action. Just about the time he is about to deck me, Mugs shows up and says "I wouldn't throw that Punch".

Well, the Dude didn't heed the warning. Mugs dropped the guy cold with one punch. I'd never seen somebody fall forward with such a thud. I can hear the impact sound to this day.

While the guy is lying face down. Mugs turns to me and says "I don't think that turkey is going to bother you the rest of the game". Mugs was a Championship boxer at the Boat school and could hit like a West Texas Mule.

Bill Catlett


1369
To: Lieutenant Commander Norman Sidney Levy, US Navy Deceased (1934-1966)

Good morning, Norm. It's Memorial Day 2014, 07:29 Tonkin Gulf time. Haven't talked with you for a while. That magnificent lady on which we went through hell together, USS ORISKANY, has slipped away into the deep and now rests forever in silent waters off the Florida coast. Recall we shared a 6' by 9' stateroom aboard her during McNamara and Johnson's ill-fated Rolling Thunder, while our Air Wing 16 suffered the highest loss rate of any naval aviation unit in the Vietnam conflict. Three combat deployments, between May '65 and January '68, resulted in 86 aircraft lost from the 64 assigned to us; while 59 of our aviators were killed and 13 captured or missing from Oriskany's assignment of 74 combat pilots. Our statistical probability of surviving Rolling Thunder, where the tactics and targets were designated by combat-illiterate politicians, was less than 30%. The probability of a combat pilot being an atheist approached zero!

Seems like a good day to make contact again. I've written every year since I threw that "nickel on the grass" for you. For several years, it was only a handwritten note ... which I ceremoniously burned to simulate your being "smoked." With the advent of the internet, I shared annual emails to you with some of our colleagues. Unfortunately, the net's now a cesspool of idiocy! Much of it generated by those 16 million draft dodgers who avoided Vietnam to occupy and unionize America's academia; where they clearly succeeded in "dumbing down" an entire generation which now controls the heartless soul of a corrupt "Hollywoodized" media. This will be my last letter. I'm praying Gabriel will soon fly my wing once more, and I look forward to delivering it to you personally.

This is the 47th year since I last saw you, sitting on the edge of your bunk in our stateroom. You remember ... it was the 26th of October 1966 and we were on the midnight-to-noon schedule. There was a wall of thunderstorms over North Vietnam, with tops to 50,000 feet, but McNamara's civilian planners kept sending us on "critical" missions all night. At 04:00 they finally ran out of trucks to bomb, in that downpour, and we got a little sleep.

Our phone rang at seven; you were scheduled for the Alert Five. I'd bagged a little more rack time than you, so I said I'd take it. I went to shave in the restroom around the elevator pit, the one near the flare locker. The ordnance men were busy putting away the flares. They'd been taking them out and putting them back all night as McNamara's "whiz kids" continually changed the targets. I had finished shaving and started back to our room when the guy on the ship's loudspeaker screamed: "This is a drill, this is a drill, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" I smelled smoke and looked back at the door that separated the pilot's quarters from the flare storage locker. Smoke was coming from underneath.

I ran the last few steps to our room and turned on the light. You sat up on the edge of your bunk and I shouted:  "Norm, this is no drill. Let's get the hell out of here!" I went down the passage way around the elevator pit, banging on the sheet metal wall and shouting:  "It's no drill. We're on fire! We're on fire!" I rounded the corner of that U-shaped passage when the flare locker exploded. There was a tremendous concussion effect that blew me out of the passage way and onto the hangar deck. A huge ball of fire was rolling along the top of the hangar bay.

You and forty-five other guys, mostly Air Wing pilots, didn't make it, Norm. I'm sorry. Oh, dear God, I am sorry! But we went home together: Norm Levy, a Jewish boy from Miami, and Dick Schaffert, a Lutheran cornhusker from Nebraska.

I rode in the economy class of that Flying Tigers 707, along with the other few surviving pilots. You were in a flag-draped box in the cargo compartment. Unfortunately, the scum media had publicized the return of us "Baby Killers," and Lindberg Field was packed with vile demonstrators enjoying the right to protest. The "right" you died for!

Our wives were waiting in a bus to meet our plane. There was a black hearse for you. The protestors threw rocks and eggs at our bus and your hearse; not a policeman in sight. When we finally got off the airport, they chased us to Fort Rosecrans. They tried interrupting your graveside service, until your honor guard of three brave young Marines with rifles convinced them to stay back.

I watched the TV news with my family that night, Norm. Sorry, the only clips of our homecoming were the "Baby Killer" banners and bombs exploding in the South Vietnam jungle ... although our operations were up North, against heavily defended targets, where we were frequently shot down and captured or killed. It was tough to explain all that to my four pre-teen children.

You know the rest of the story: The vulgar demonstrators were the media's heroes. They became the CEO's, who steal from our companies ... the lawyers, who prey off our misery ... the doctors, whom we can't afford ... the elected politicians, who break the faith and the promises.

The only military recognized as "heroes" were the POW's. They finally came home, not because of any politician's self-aggrandized expertise, but because there were those of us who kept going back over Hanoi, again and again ... dodging the SAM's and the flak ... attacking day and night ... keeping the pressure on ... all by ourselves! Absolutely no support from anyone! Many of us didn't come home, Norm. You know; the guys who are up there with you now. But it was our "un-mentioned" efforts that brought the POW's home. We kept the faith with them, and with you.

It never really ended. We seemed to go directly from combat into disabled retirement and poverty, ignored by those whose freedoms we insured by paying that bloody premium. Our salary, as highly educated-combat proven Naval officers and fighter pilots, was about the same as what the current administration bestows as a "minimum" wage upon the millions of today's low-information, unmotivated, clueless graduates. Most of them lounge at home on unemployment rolls and feed off the taxes that we pay on our military retirements; which are 80% less than what the current All Volunteer Force receives and from which we have already lost 26% of our buying power to pencil-sharpening bureaucrats who "adjust" the economic data.

Do you remember, Norm? We got 55 bucks a month for flying combat; precisely $2.99 for each of the 276 missions I flew off Yankee Station. Can you believe America's new All Volunteer Force, which recently fought a war with a casualty rate less than 10% of ours ... and only 1% of WWII ... , received more than $1,000 a month combat pay from a guilt-ridden Congress, which trusts paid mercenaries more than old-fashioned American patriotic courage. The families of those of us who were killed in Vietnam got $10,000 of life insurance. Today's survivors get $100,000! Unfortunately, the gutless liberalism of today's elected officials has created the worst of all possible situations: Our socially engineered, under-funded, military couldn't presently fight its way out of a wet Chinese paper lantern!

The politically adjusted report, issued for the 100th Anniversary of U.S. Naval Aviation, confirmed that we and our brothers who flew in Korea have been written out of American history. Norm, I only hope that today's over-paid bureaucratic "dudes" who cook the books, scramble the facts, and push the propaganda for their political puppet-masters, will not be able to scrub your name off the Wall. The Wall and our memories are the only things many of us have left. We hold those memories dear! We band together in groups like the Crusader Association, which is now holding its 27th "Last Annual" reunion. Some say the association has to do with flying a peculiar aircraft, I say it has to do with a peculiar bunch of guys. We're damned few now! After 5,000 hours flying simulated and actual combat, and pulling at least 5 g's more than 25,000 times, those who are still around have ultrasounds resembling haunted houses on Halloween; with nerve bundles sagging like cobwebs, leaking valves, and ruptured pipes. We'll all be seeing you shortly, Norm. Put in a good word for us with the Man. Ask Him to think of us as His peacemakers, as His children. Have a restful Memorial Day. You earned it.

Very Respectfully,
Your Roommate Dick (Brown Bear) Schaffert



1370
VF-201 took the F8Hs to Cold Lake , Canada, in August, 1974 for two great weeks of nothing but hassling!

The Canadians were going to put a gun back on the F104s and wanted to get back to air-to-air tactics.

We would launch for an assigned quadrant and had at it until the short legged interceptors had to head for home plate! These flights were for .7-.9 hours duration!

They would come in high and fast but could never get a track on us. We kept them in sight and many times met them head on as they came bad for one more pass!

I got a hop in the TF-104 and was impressed by very low turbulence on high speed low level flight out into the hinterlands. F8 cockpit acted as if on a pendulum and turbulence was much more pronounced.

Great bunch of guys on both sides. Had a ball with no incidents except for couple of "hicker-nut heads" who got in trouble with the Mounties over on the Indian reservation!

The Canadians returned the favor and visited us at Navy Dallas. Not much hassling but a lot of partying!

PJ Smith


1371
Re: PJ's "Not much hassling but a lot of partying." The Canucks partied so hard that one of them stole the best barmaid at the Dallas O'Club (Emma), took her back to Canada and married her. I had a brief conversation with her when she visited Dallas later and she said she hadn't got warm yet.

Willy Carroll


1372
The article by P J Smith re-kindled some very fond memories of flying against those irascible Canadian devils at Baggotville, Andrews, Cold Lake and Yuma in their F-5's and us in our F-4's after transitioning to the F-4B from the F-8K as the first Reserve Command to do so in the U.S. Armed Forces. The 434 Escadrille had a requirement that you had to speak French to be a member and they had the greatest leadership training program I ever saw in that they had 4-plane dets commanded by Lt's for 6-months tours in Europe and South America at that time. We had our hands full flying against them no matter the time or location. They were as evil at the club as they were in the air and always seeking any advantage available. They were especially adept at relaying you with "Molson's and "LaBlatts" and writing the schedule to insure which of us had the early/early. I was fortunate to have flown the British Lightning with No.11 Squadron and the Brits were great, but the Canadians are my all time favorites. Both groups were great sticks, but the Canadians were more Marine-like in their behavior at the club and in the air. Viva la Canadians!!!!

Ken Langford


1373
I've been looking at early Vietnam ops, and thanks to a USAF source I got a look at part of a huge Vietnamese study of air-air engagements, published Over There in the past couple of years. Here's an excerpt: Interesting that they did not mention how F-8s exploited the vertical.

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In the skies over Military Region 4, whenever we encountered F-8s our battles were always very intense and ferocious. The F-8s had good horizontal maneuverability, and the American carrier pilots had excellent technical skills. It took experience to be able to fight F-8s, and you had to maneuver and dogfight well to be able to shoot down your opponent.

The U.S. Navy F-8Es were quite maneuverable, they were armed with both missiles and 20mm guns, and they flew in extended, loose formation, so when a MiG would engage in a turning dogfight with one F-8 other F-8s would move away and wait for a favorable opportunity to push their throttles forward and charge in to fire missiles.

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Their claims were far wide of the mark (among other things, they thought they bagged Bill Kocar's Corktip during John Nichols' photo escort) but the insight is intriguing. Much of the exaggeration is due to the normal confusion of 3-D combat (Rick Wyman had nine other F-8s with him on 14 Dec 67!) and some is the view through the rosy red prism.

Hanoi Hannah, for instance, claimed that the locals shot down SIXTY-FIVE THOUSAND Yankee Air Pirates though it's uncertain if that figure included helos.  (Actual fixed-wing in-flight losses to all causes in 9 years were c. 3,000+). Sorta like the Jap(anese) Navy claims of sinking dozens of US carriers and battleships plus cats & dogs: "Where do they GET that many shipyards?"

Sheesh.

No mention of Brown Bear's classic engagement but maybe there's an opportunity for additional info. IIRC Punchy said on the Dogfights TV segment, "Those MiG drivers must've gone back to the bar and said they'd fought King Kong."

Barrett Tillman


1374
AIM-9C was deployed with CVW-10 on the Shang circa 1964. VF-13 fired them as part of the ORI. Skipper Jim Foster was the father of the Hayes target which was carried and deployed off a tow F8. Bruce Boland was part of the project and Jimmie Doggett may add some further knowledge.  "RENO" meant you had separated the Hayes target from the tow aircraft and were ready to fire. My earlier input on the AIM-9 FOCUS might be of interest. VF-111 Skipper Bob Rasmussen and I fired them at truck lights in the Cam Pha mine area in 1967 off Oriskany. Believe Pete Peters fired some also. They were a predecessor for later technology at China Lake.

V/R Dick Schaffert

1375
I don't know if the AIM-9C ever went into production, but Dick Cavicke, C.O. of VF-24, and I flew out to the warning area off Pt. Mugu California one night in 1969 and tried to shoot-down a BQM-34 with AIM-9Cs. The drone was flying south, not maneuvering, while we were flying north. We followed the correct procedures, but our radars kept locking on the altitude line and not the drone. When we tried to wait until the target was inside the altitude line we only had one or two seconds to attempt a lock-on. We finally gave up in frustration. Our four 20MM and AIM-9Bs would have a better chance.

You need to ask Dick for the rest of the story. I was just his wingman.
Capt. Cavicke still lives in La Jolla.

Alan Petersen


1376
Beg to differ with the powers that be but AIM9-Cs were carried on VF-211 aircraft during the early part of the 1968-69 cruise aboard Hancock. We were flying F-8H's at the time and unless mistaken, the C's were originally carried to provide some type of night missile capability.It was also understood that if you ran into Migs in the daytime and wanted them to turn away from you ,the first missile you fired, if loaded,was the AIM9C. The standard load-out at the time was three AIM9D's and one AIM9C on Y racks. Don't recall any live firings using the AIM9C's.

After much discussion on the reliability of the A9C's it was decided to drop them in favor of a full load of AIM9D's.The earliest I have a record of carrying the AIM9C's was 28 August 1968, 6 days after Hancock arrived on Yankee Station

Dennis Bell


1377
We had AIM-9C's in VF-211 in 1967. MO Wright as matter of personal choice carried 3 AIM-9B/D's and one AIM-9C. He blasted one Mig out of the sky and he had a bead on another one, but didn't get a tone. The intervalometer had switched automatically to the 9C instead of another B/D...so no tone. VF-211 bagged 7 Mig-17's on the '66 and '67 cruises...6 with AIM-9B/D's. Tim Hubbard got one with a Zuni. No I didn't get a cigar...just a lot of Green Weinies!

Rspy, Larry Miller


1378
Re: AIM-9C/VF-211. Taco and Hook are both correct; some of us carried one -9C in the mix for TARCAP/MiGCAP missions. If I remember correctly, Mo Wright scored a hit with a -9C on a BQM missilex out of NKX during the turnaround cycle. I don't remember any mention of the -9C in Barrett's fine book, but maybe his research turned up some info that he didn't include.

I believe the squadron claimed two damaged MiGs on that '67 cruise, one by USAF Capt (later Col) Ron Lord (Sidewinder) and another by Tim Hubbard (guns?). They may have been kills but couldn't be officially confirmed.

Cole Pierce


1379
This discussion brings out a lot of old brain cells that may be interesting to some. I was the AIM-9M project pilot at China Lake in the late '70's and found out that all the AIM-9C's were at the lab. I got an intro to the group that was reworking the 9C's, 50 if I remember correctly, converting them to mini HARM's for carry on AH-1 Cobra's. They told me the SARAH was way ahead of its time with an inverse monopulse seeker. The Sparrow did not get an inverse monopulse seeker until the AIM-7M which was under test at Mugu at that time, 15 years after the 9C. If my memory serves me right, they told me the weak link was the tuning circuits in the F-8 due to tube technology, etc. It also seems like the 9C capability was dropped on the J with the new Motorola radar.

Hoss Pearson


1380
Tom Ballou asked about the "altitude line". I was surprised that there is nearly zero information to be found on the Internet. I looked everywhere, even all the popular porn sites. I don't know if Tom is a pilot or not [VMAQ-2 80-85], so this may or may not be too basic. Anyway, here's what I think I remember.

An airborne pulsed radar, like the APQ-94 as many (some? almost none?) Crusader drivers will so fondly remember, is designed to transmit strong radar pulses and detect an airborne target by receiving the much weaker reflected radar energy. The cockpit radar screen displays azimuth (left and right) and range (vertically). The reflected return "blip" is shown on the radar screen with range represented such that the closer the target, the lower it is shown on the screen.

Although the antenna is designed to focus the energy in a narrow main beam, a certain amount of the transmitted energy escapes via the unwanted "side lobes". Some of the energy sent out via these side lobes goes straight down toward the ground. Because the earth is so large it makes a decent reflector; consequently, a good portion of this side lobe energy is reflected back up to the radar antenna.

This relatively strong reflection shows up on the screen in a position representing the range to the earth which, when you think about it, is obviously equal to the aircraft's altitude. Because the earth is "everywhere", this radar return is displayed as a thin horizontal line across the radar scope in all azimuths out to the left and right limits of the antenna. If, for example, the aircraft is flying at 12,000 feet, the "altitude line" will be shown at the screen at a range of 12,000 feet, i.e. two miles.

This altitude line is significant because when an airborne target is "locked on", the APQ-94 uses "range gate tracking". As the range between target and the intercepting F-8 decreases, at some point the target's range will equal the altitude of the F-8. In other words, the target will pass through the altitude line. At that moment the rather primitive range gate tracking found in the APQ-94 would sometimes "jump lock" to the altitude line. That is to say, it would stop tracking the target and lock on to the earth which is obviously a bad thing.

Truth be told, not many pilots cared much about radar in general and altitude lines in particular back in the day and I reckon they care less about it now. Nevertheless, now you know what I think I used to know.

Bob Walters


1381
In prep for the 1967 cruise, 211 evaluated the 9C. We found in did not function when the target was crossing in a lead collision type intercept but head on it worked well . We did get a direct hit head-on against a BQM-34A. Based on that experience I always carried one when we had dual pylons installed. During my May 1967 mIG engagement I had a 9C on station B and 9D's on C & D. When the MIG flew under me I changed the arm selector from B to C (I thought) in reality I went from B to D. After firing the 9D on D and getting a kill, I chased the MIG Ron Lord had gotten off the A-4s tail with Cannon fire all over eastern North Vietnam and could not get a tone, never realizing I was still on Station D with No missile. It wasn't until I went feet wet headed back to the ship that I realized my stupidity. Tough way to learn a lesson.

Mo Wright


1382
Rumor had it that P.D. Smith put a rail and winder on one of his det photo birds, maybe in 1967 or so: Taped the wires to the fuselage and into the cockpit. He also like to lead new guys out to tank at 195 knots: right in the middle of the no engine air cooling range. No MIGS and few SAMS in my NVN missions, just LOTS of AAA. While we did not have weapons, we did have speed and 1493 gallons of JP to get around with.

Will Gray


1383
I enjoyed reading Bob Walters' dissertation on the Altitude Line and the APQ-94 radar in the F-8E. Don't recall any mention of it in AQF "A" School, but his theory sounds right IMHO. The side lobe business is factual but I can't remember whether the lobes were conical about the antenna axis or simply vertical, horizontal or random position artifacts. If the latter, it begs the question of whether a significant roll during lock-on would minimize the false lock-on effect.

The discussion also brought back memories of a question a couple of us discussed while the birds were out on a strike one day in '65: why were there not two IR seekers, one on or near each wingtip, to provide range information for the IR system via differential gimbal angle triangulation? I know that the IR system was universally disliked by the pilots but this might have increased its utility, and that without the altitude line problem present in active radar of those fuzzy analog days. I suspect that the answer lies in the realms of cost, weight and reduced reliability.

As Mr. Walters points out, the radar of those days was plagued with ground clutter problems and it is a wonder that the old gear was of much use at all, but like Nam being the "only war we had", it was the "only radar we had". Hopefully it was some help in navigation and target tracking, albeit with warts.

Randy Kelso
Former AQF2


1384
A side note on John Glenn's aircraft - it now resides on the bottom of the South China Sea. The Smithsonion Museum was not happy.

Scott Ruby


1385
Unusual event occurred aboard the sunken (fish farm) USS Oriskany off Pensacola FL last Saturday. A copy of my "Last Letter to Norm Levy" (KIA roommate) was attached to a frame in the barnacle encrusted Pri Fly (Control Tower to you land-lubbers). Details are included in the thank you letter I emailed to the super-patriot who initiated and executed the event. It's copied below, and photos are attached. Understand a video will follow.

V/R Dick Schaffert

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Dear Ms. Susan Snapp:

Your 21 June 2014 dive into the boundless sparkling waters of the Gulf of Mexico, to the sunken aircraft carrier USS Oriskany, was a courageous and selfless act to honor a deceased Naval Aviator. Aboard that proud ship in October 1966, Lieutenant Commander Norm Levy had given his life in the defense of our Nation and the American way of life. He was but one of Oriskany's 58 Navy Fighter Pilots who were killed in action during the Rolling Thunder phase of our air war to stop the scourge of communism threatening to dominate Southeast Asia. He was also but one of four of my roommates and wingmen who sacrificed their lives during those deadly and trying times.

Unfortunately, injuries related to those operations prevented me from witnessing your courageous visit to Oriskany from Cap'n Olander's N2 Deep boat, where you and Dive Master Dave attached a steel container enclosing my last annual letter to Norm. The container had been engraved with our VF-111 Sundowner emblem, an appropriate quote from High Flight, and a 1966 nickel with reference to the ageless act of "throwing a nickel on the grass" for a fallen aviator. Your fellow Siemens' employees (Patricia, Freddie, Pete, and Stephen) had contributed hours of excellent and dedicated expertise to produce the container. A volunteer photographic team from Mercedes Benz (Suz Baujan, et.al.) did an incredible job of recording the memorable event.

I regard all your extensive efforts as extreme acts of patriotism and love for all those who fought and died on that "Magnificent Lady" Oriskany. I'm at a loss for words to adequately describe the gratitude which I, and I'm certain Norm Levy, feel for your kind, considerate, gracious, and most appreciated actions.

It's been more than 40 years since I finally sailed from Yankee Station in the Tonkin Gulf, aboard another carrier, to arrive off the southern California coast, make my last catapult launch, and proudly lead my squadron home to Naval Air Station Miramar. There were no "cheering crowds" to greet us, only family and friends from whom we had literally been separated for years. We, who had cheated death or imprisonment in the Hanoi Hilton, didn't need any of the Hollwoodized fanfare that now accompanies the return of "warriors." We had each other; and, as we had learned during 10,000 days and nights of combat flying and fighting over North Vietnam, that's all we really needed -- each other! Our duty was to God, honor and country, but our allegiance in those politically troubled times was first and foremost to each other! I can truthfully and factually state, since my return from that combat, I had never received any actual "act" that recognized my service or the sacrifices of my roommates and wingmen. The actions of you and your colleagues have now fulfilled that deficit in my professional life; and I will take the memory of your kindness to the grave.

Susan, God blessed me with another life after 27 years of carrier aviation. I documented some of it in my trilogy Loyalty, Betrayal, and Other Contact Sports. While I was allowed to publish only 3,000 copies of Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie (2,999 of which were autographed and sold in 2003), I retained one copy of Charlie to await some unpredictable event which might occur. Your dive truly meets the criteria which I had imagined, and I would like to autograph the book and send it to you. I already know you're a heck of a diver and a firefighter; are there any other events in your life that you might want me to include in the autograph? You could find a description of the book on the net. Amazon has advertised a used "collector's" copy of Charlie for $500; I hope they're including a certification of insanity for anyone who would buy that! If you want the book, please send me a snail mail address.

Forever grateful to you and your colleagues, Dick (Brown Bear) Schaffert
1 July 2014


1386
I was on the platform that day (not waving but observing) when Glenn's famous plane hit the ramp. Ejection off the angle, chute inflation just above flight deck level, and watched the plane on the port side of the ship float perfectly level for a minute or so (she didn't want to go down), and then nosed over into her grave. Pretty spectacular event.

Famous plane, famous man, classic F-8 ramp strike. As I recall the deck was pitching a bit, and he hit about 2/3-3/4 of the way back from the nose, and he ejected just before going off the angle.

Bubba Meyers


1387
John Glenn's aircraft had been up at Pt Mugu for sometime, used for various sundry things. The intent was for it to be transferred to the Smithsonian upon its decommissioning. However, VFP-63 was getting short of birds about that time, and it was decided to put it back in the fleet. About the same time, we went over to D-M and dragged a couple of birds out of the boneyard. In theory, they were supposed to be capable of getting them flying within 09 days, but that did not happen. Too bad a shape I think. They ended up being transported via rail to NARF. One happened to get lost somewhere in route, and it took a while to find it. Found it on a siding somewhere.

Scott Ruby


1388
The comments on John Glenn's photo Crusader revived me from my post-book-publication lethargy to provide some more information. First, it was not known until I gathered research for our book Blue Moon Over Cuba: Aerial Reconnaissance during the Cuban Missile Crisis, that Captain William B. Ecker (CO-VFP-62) acquired this RF-8A (then) for VFP-62 Cuban Missile Crisis missions in October, 1962. VFP-62 did not have enough pilots or planes to cover the mission requirements and along with VMCJ-2's four RF-8s and five pilots, Glenn's RF-8 (144608) was flown from NATC to Cecil Field to fill the gap. According to Lt. Cmdr. Tad Riley, it made a number of missions over the missile sites and then was returned after the crisis was over. This historical association is another reason it would have been a prime Smithsonian prize acquisition.

After our book was published, a member of Cdr. Tom Scott's family contacted me to provide more information for our website's information on "Project Bullet." Along with that came a Flying Leathernecks article on the accident that doomed the plane. I sought and received permission for using material from that article. Your Forum's discussion has motivated me to do that. Here is a synopsis of that article:

As was mentioned, the RF-8G was obtained by VFP-63 from Davis Monthan and joined the WESTPAC cruise aboard USS Oriskany (CVA-34).  "On December 13, 1972 Lt Scott launched on a flight over North Vietnam. The mission was uneventful but upon return to the ship rough seas caused him to miss the first landing attempt. On the second, his aircraft hit the rounddown on the belly and the plane bounced up and came down and tore off the right main landing gear. The plane bounced up back into the air and came down on the nose gear, where Scott fought to keep it under control with one hand on the stick and the other ready to pull the secondary ejection handle between his legs. He had to struggle with all of his strength to pull the ejection handle and upon ejection got a good chute and landed in the water.

He was being pulled face down by the chute but managed to free himself. The rescue helicopter arrived and lowered the rescue crewman. It was the crewman's first rescue. . . and he made it to Scott. At this point the crewman realized that he had forgot his personal floatation device. The inexperienced crewman became fatigued and was actually holding on to Scott to remain afloat. Unfortunately, the single floatation device was not sufficient to keep both men on the surface.

With Lt. Scott and the rescuer deciding who was to rescue whom, the helicopter crew was dealing with their own problems. The intercom between the pilot and the hoist operator at the door was not working. The pilot had no idea where to go or even if the downed pilot was aboard. With great effort they managed to hoist both aboard the chopper.

Post-accident review summarized that the ejection handle, which normally was to be set to 20-pounds pull, was probably set to 100 pounds, as was the case in several F-8s aboard the Oriskany. So with the loss of this great aircraft, the discovery of this maintenance issue may have saved other pilots."

My thanks to the Flying Leathernecks for permission to use excerpts from their article. As Barrett and Peter Mersky would appreciate: if only I had had this information before publication of our book. Damn!!

Ken Jack, www.vfp62.com

1389
[Re: "Post-accident review summarized that the ejection handle, which normally was to be set to 20-pounds pull, was probably set to 100 pounds, as was the case in several F-8s aboard the Oriskany."]

A pilot of a Brand-X F-8C, which suffered battle damage in '67 off the Bonnie Dick, could barely maintain control and found himself at the 180 in extremis. He tried to eject using the alternate handle, but it wouldn't budge. He had been a collegiate gymnast, so there's no doubt he was plenty strong enough. He went back to flying what was left of his jet and managed to get it aboard.

It was discovered that the handle had to be pulled straight up to stay within spec. If the pilot pulled it towards him, as would likely be the case, the effort required increased so much that it was next to impossible to activate.

Cole Pierce


1390
[Nichols' MiG Kill (MP3)]

Pirate gave me a recording of the mission tape, on a coal-burning, steam-powered reel to reel cassette. Don't have the machinery to run it anymore but if anyone cannot access the web site here's the description from On Yankee Station interspersed with some details I recall:

Feedbag: "You got a MiG behind you Corktip!"
CAG: "Alright, alright settle down. Come up with your callsign."
Feedbag: "This is Feedbag One! Stand by, I'll get him!"

40 seconds of relative silence. A left 90 and right 270. John said he always thought he'd go vertical on a MiG but once he padlocked it "The white fangs came out and locked at max-extend." First winder couldn't quite hack the G. Second Winder detonated close but the 17 kept going, decelerating. John switched to Guns and hosed the MiG with c. 150 rounds, "scoring 6 to 10 hits." MiG came apart and went in.

Corktip: "Way to go Feedbag!"
Corktip: "Let's go find the other one!"  (John said "That Kocar! He was the most aggressive pilot in the fight and the only one without guns!"

Corktip: "I'd like to get a picture of him but I didn't see where he fell."

Feedbag: heavy breathing.  "It was a MiG-17 and it was burner equipped."

Phil Craven: "Think you can get that bird aboard, John?"
Feedbag: "God damn, CAG, I'll sure try!"

John said the spooks showed him a bio of the MiG driver. IIRC 450 hrs total time with a couple hundred in type.  (John had 2800 in F-8s at that point.)  A Brit researcher compiled a list of NVAF KIAs: 26 year old 1st Lt. The second MiG pilot apparently has never been identified but the NVAF claimed Corktip shot down.

Barrett Tillman


1391
From the Pensacola News Journal, 30 August 2014.

Former Vietnam War POW Charles Klusmann of Pensacola has an unusual story: first he was held in supposedly neutral Laos, and he successfully escaped his captors.

Former combat pilot Charles Klusmann has something in common with James Garner's Royal Air Force character in the 1963 movie, "The Great Escape."

Namely, they were both prisoners of war who escaped: Garner as Flight Lt. Robert Hendley and Klusmann as himself, then a Navy lieutenant flying from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. His real-life escape came in 1964, a year after Garner's movie debuted.

"It's been 50 years," Klusmann said. "I was very fortunate. I got to fly again and have a Navy career, and a family." He was a prisoner for only three months before escaping. "I had to. I was afraid they would sent me to North Vietnam, and from there maybe to Russia."

According to the POW Network, Klusmann was the first American pilot taken prisoner in the Vietnam War, and the first to escape. "First in, first out," Klusmann said.

The National Naval Aviation Museum is preparing a new exhibit about Klusmann's adventures to open in September, coinciding with National MIA-POW Recognition Day, traditionally the third Friday in November.

Klusmann, 80, and now a retired Navy Captain living in Pensacola, was honored earlier this month by the local chapter of the Daedalians Order, a foundation of former military pilots.

Retired Navy Vice Adm. Jerry Unruh toasted Klusmann at the Daedalians event, held at the Pensacola Yacht Club: "I will tell you about it before we raise our glasses. In 1964, Chuck was deployed to the Tonkin Gulf flying missions from the carrier in his F-8 Crusader into Vietnam."

President Lyndon Johnson ordered the Navy to conduct secret missions into Laos, where guerrilla forces, the Pathet Lao, were fighting the Royal Laotian government forces, who were friendly to the United States even though their country, bordering Vietnam, was officially neutral.

On June 6, 1964, Klusmann's Crusader, launched from the carrier Kitty Hawk, was hit by ground fire and he parachuted into enemy hands. He was his squadron's maintenance officer, and as he floated down to the Plain De Jars, he remembers thinking, "That was our best airplane."

He landed in "the only tree" in sight, and partially dislocated one hip.

In his prison cell he measured the length of the room as 20-something feet, "so I would figure out how many times I would have to walk across to go a mile, and put a mark on the wall. And that's all I would do. Walk. By the time I got out I figured I had gone 263 miles."

While as prisoner, his living conditions were stark, typical of those experienced by other POWs during the Vietnam war.

"I was in a woven bamboo hut, plastered with mud, so you could just chip away the mud and see outside. I would peek out through the cracks and see out and get some fresh air."

Although he was provided food, including turnip soup, there wasn't much of it. In three months, Klusmann said, his weight dropped to about 130 pounds from 170. "I never did like turnips. I still don't."

He hadn't looked in a mirror while in captivity, and didn't see himself in a full-length mirror for several days after escaping. "I was shocked. I thought, 'Wow, you're skinny.'"

Unlike many other American pilots who were shot down later, and eventually repatriated, Klusmann was in solitary confinement for the first two months and then in a prison camp accompanied by Royal Laotian Army troops who had been captured by the guerillas.

He had little to do but walk in his cell, and worry. "The thing that bothers you most is wondering, 'When will I get out of this? Will I get out of this?'"

Yet Klusmann wasn't subjected to the torture endured by many Americans who were in the hands of the Vietnamese. "I got a lot of political lectures. They gave me a lot of literature," printed in English, "about what good guys they were."

Much of what the Pathet Lao communicated was political indoctrination, Klusmann said: "Our system is better than your system."

The Laotian communists surprised Klusmann with their knowledge about the American forces."They knew a lot about the chain of command, and what ship I was on." He learned that his captors had a confidential document about the U.S. Pacific command "right down to the squadrons."

Klusmann escaped by gradually loosening nails in a section of the prison fence on the occasional days when he and the Laotian troops were allowed outside to do their laundry. "It was barbed wire nailed to a wooden post. When we came back with our laundry we'd hang it up to dry and wiggle a nail until it got loose enough so it would pull out and slide back in."

On Aug. 31, 1964, a rainy night at the prison, Klusmann and two Laotian prisoners opened the fence and ran, unnoticed. "I didn't hear of anybody me chasing that night. They did later."

Crossing rice paddies and ducking into clumps of tall grass to hide, pulling numerous leeches off their bodies, the escapees evaded capture for 3-1/2 days, traveling an estimated 25 miles before they encountered friendly Laotian forces at an outpost.

Klusmann flew again, but never returned to duty in Southeast Asia. He retired from the Navy as a Captain in 1980. A grandfather of three, he retired with Ellen to Pensacola, where he went to flight school 59 years ago, in 1956.

Soon after his captivity, Klusmann led a humanitarian effort for Laos to raise funds to buy food, clothing and educational supplies, a gesture that still impresses retired Vice Adm. Unruh: "His contribution effort sent seven tons of stuff, primarily for the Laotian children." He describes Klusmann as "a true American hero."

At the Daedalians Order event honoring Klusmann earlier this month, the Admiral turned to the former POW on the 50th anniversary of his reclaimed freedom, and said, "Chuck, please lead us in the Pledge of Allegiance."


Thanks to Jim Ryan 


1392
A partial answer to Tom Ballou's query about the F-8 order of battle for the strike on the Hanoi power plant 19 MAY 67:  yes, the F-8E was configured with hard points on the wing for underwing ordnance, but they were never used during that cruise.  I'm not even sure the ship carried the racks as Skipper Speer was a fighter pilot first and a bomber pilot never.  We were always clean wing.

With KA-3 and A-4 tankers airborne to top off on ingress and to meet jets going feet wet that might need some gas, I don't think fuel conservation was a factor.  I wasn't involved in the planning, so I couldn't say that with any authority, but I don't remember fuel burn as ever being a factor, F-8E or -C, in our alfa strikes because of the availability of tankers.

Two weeks later, I logged a 3+ hr mission in the F-8E in a strike on Kep and the followup ResCAP for Arv Chauncey with tankers orbiting offshore to keep us in the mix.  But that's another story.

Cole Pierce


1393
Agree with Cole (hi buddy, been a long time). I was on that strike in the C model.  (Mine was a one way trip - didn't RTB for six years.)  My memory (sorely lacking) sez we just split the roles with 211. We had 3 flak suppressors/ 3 mig cap and so did 211. I carried 4 sidewinders. 4 migs bagged on that hop and I claim a kill, but no one around to see it. Missile running right up his tailpipe before disappearing in a cloud.

BTW that day was Ho Chi Minh's birthday. I got even tho., two years later, he died on my birthday.

Bill Metzger


1394
The discussion on the subject of a strike on Hanoi power plant on 19 May 1967 rang a bell in my memory and I looked in my personal diary to see where I was that day. Turns out I was one of 6 F4's from VF-114 on a TARCAP mission for an A6 strike on Van Dien supply depot just south of the airport. Didn't see any Migs, but it was wild. Charlie Plumb's a/c disappeared in the black smoke of a detonating SAM. Flaming pieces were all that came out. I could not believe that anybody could have survived that, but he and Gary Anderson got out relatively unscathed. My notes say that there were 32 SA-2's fired in the time we were in the area. Don't know who counted. One came from behind me and I flew through it's wake turbulence and it detonated mere seconds in front of me. This happened while I was trying to evade one off my port beam. I believe we were in there just before the F8s and A4s. Seems as though I recall hearing their strike in action just prior to my going feet wet. FYI in case anybody cares anymore.

John Holm


1395
In response to Lee Thornburgh's query, the only feedback I got on the 19 May strike on the Hanoi thermal power plant was that the Walleye went "right in the window," direct hit.

I don't remember Tom Taylor being in VF-211. If he was an A-4 driver and TAD for Walleye eval, he was probably in VA-212, Homer Smith's squadron, which had the in-country T&E job.

Capt Smith was shot down the next day on another Walleye strike and did not survive long in captivity. I'm sure he got his licks in.

Cole Pierce


1396
regarding your questions on the effectiveness of the Walleye strike on the Hanoi Power Plant. I was one of the F-8 drivers from VF-24. There were 12 of us F-8s escorting 2 A-4s from VA-212. Homer Smith was the 212 CO and lead the strike. Mine was a one way trip - took me 6 years to RTB. I was told Skipper Smith returned the next day (20 May) with another Walleye strike, was shot down and killed. In one of my earliest interrogation's, I was shown the Knee Board delivery card for the walleye. I was shocked as 19 May was the first ever use of the Walleye, so knew that one of the A-4s had gotten bagged. I claimed ignorance of course (easy for me), but the gooks somehow knew that the walleye was a new type of bomb. Didn't know Tom Taylor, but if he was with VF-211 he was flying an F-8.

Bill Metzger


1397
Reference the discussion of Walleye and effectiveness on Power Plant, if "hearing the bottom on this strike" might include impressions of POWs incarcerated in an "annex" of PP during the strikes, let me know. It was pretty dramatic!! Would be happy to share some impressions.

Orson Swindle


1398
For Lee Thornburgh. I was in VA 76 during the 1967 BHR/CAG-21 combat evaluation of the Walleye by VA-21. We were dumb bombers in 76 (A4-C's) and were the flak absorbers for some of the Walleye strikes. The two strikes on the TPP on July 19 and 21 were carried out by VA-212 A4-E's with F8-C's ands E's from VF 24/211 as TARCAP/flak suppressors..

The strikes, MiG kills and the CAG-21 losses are covered in detail by Pete Mersky in his forthcoming book about the Crusader.

The walleye introduction and some good live combat deliveries are documented on a CD produced by China Lake. Film of successful early strikes was reviewed by higher authority, the Thanh Hoa bridge was hit, then the PPs were fragged in July. The strike on the 19th was conducted by VA-212 CO Homer Smith and Mike Cater, plus 16 Crusaders. The PP was hit, multiple SAMs and MiGs,, the Fighters shot down 4 MiG-17s, and lost 2 Crusaders, and to quote the narrative on the CD the time over Hanoi "was the stuff that legends are made of". VA-212 went back on the 21st to finish the job, this time without Homer as he was shot down and killed on a strike to the Uong Bai power plant on the 20th.

You're close on Tom Taylor from VX-5, he was TAD to the ship with a team of boffins to keep the early production weapons peaked up. Tom later was one of the original Bobby-soxers, and during a workup flew into the ground at Pinecastle during a night simulated SAM evasion maneuver. A tragic loss. I don't recall if he flew combat with 212 as CINCPAC had limited the delivery team to 6 pilots, dubbed the "succulent six", as in they weren't planning on a lot of two way trips.

Effectiveness? Mo bettah than a Bullpup or a cloud of dumb bombers. 2 A4's, 2 weapons, and the walls came tumbling down. Can u imagine Uncle Ho's cousin tweaking the control panel in the boiler house when this fat bomb comes through the window and goes BOOM ?

T.R. Swartz


1399
RE: Walleye
On Coral Sea in '67 they had an A-4 w/ Walleye deliver to a coastal barracks type building in the Samson area in daylight. I flew the RF on the A-4 until he released and then flew a very loose form on the Walleye until it impacted the target. All the while taking pics of the walleye including impact on the target building. Never was quite sure what that all proved except that it hit the target. Still have copies of the photos.

Jay Miller


1400
It's time to tune in on the Walleye attacks on the Hanoi TPP. Air Wing 21 on Bonnie Dick (CVA-31) performed 3 strikes on the plant. The first was on May 17. I don't recall the success rate for the Walleye on that strike; however, the action did result in 4 MIG kills (check Gunfighter Page for Kills). The second attack was conducted on May 19. I was on that raid which resulted in 3 walleyes right on target entering the window slits on the West Wall of the plant. No MIGs that day and No a/c losses. the 3rd strike I believe was 2 days later or could have been a later date No Info on Walleye success, but we did lose 2 more F8s. CDR Homer Smith was mot lost on a Hanoi strike but later on a walleye strike on the Boc Yang (spelling?) power plant. He made the fatal error of aborting his first run and went around for a 2nd try and was shot down.

Anyone on the Bonnie Dick during that time frame and remembers it differently please chime in.

Mo Wright



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