While the Soviet Union was still the primary focus of the US
Military, the Iranian Hostage Crisis had caused some of that focus to shift to
the Middle East and specifically Iran.
To address the problem, The Rapid Deployment Force (RDF) was
established.
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I’m sure somebody at the
Pentagon made stars with the new idea to have military forces that could
deploy rapidly to some trouble area. Who’da
thunk? However, from my limited view of
the world, it meant two things. First, I
was required to have a deployment bag ready to go at all times. (We regularly had to bring it in and have it
checked.) and Second, the wing had money for parts and flying time. We were flying our butts off on very realistic
sorties and exercises. In my first
assignment in Korea, I had participated in one Cope Thunder and had not dropped
any live ordnance. During this
assignment, I’d visit Red Flag 9 times.
All of them were epic training exercises, but one stands out.
I’m sure it had some cool name like Red Flag 82-1, but it
came to be known as RDF Red Flag.
According to Benjamin Lambeth in “The Transformation of American AirPower”, its purpose was:
“…to
determine combat capability requirements unique to that theater, in light of
known adversary characteristics, operating distances, preconditions for ensuring
force survival, the capabilities the designated rapid-deployment air forces
actually had and what more they might need to meet combat requirements for
Southwest Asia.”
What that translates into is that while we were at a Red
Flag, the real purpose of the exercise was to determine the logistics requirements
needed to sustain combat operations for the initial phases of an operation
until formal supply chains could catch up.
To translate that into Fighter Pilotese, we were going to
fly 5 go’s a day for 21 days straight, all loaded with an actual combat load
(less air to air missiles) and had to expend all of that ordinance on every
sortie, including all 640 rounds of 20mm.
Darn, I thought we were going to get to do something fun!
Several memories remain of the exercise, and a very large
number of lessons were learned and relearned.
Lesson- Sleep is not overrated.
Lesson- Sleep is not overrated.
We divided the go’s into 2 sections and changed from
mornings to afternoons to mornings (or vice versa) on the weekends. Even then, flying 2-3 pseudo-combat rides
daily for 3 weeks, fun though that may be, is hard work. By the end of the
first week, guys were coming down, debriefing and grabbing a bite to eat, doing
some quick planning for the next day and hitting the rack. The Strip did not get much attention on this
deployment.
Lesson- Strafe in a High Threat environment will get you killed.
Lesson- Strafe in a High Threat environment will get you killed.
640 rounds of 20mm is a lot of strafing. We very quickly found that the techniques we
were using at the range did not work well in high threat combat. Rolling in from a thousand feet or so,
holding fire until you were about 1200’ from the target and squeezing out 20-30
bullets didn’t accomplish very much, except to get some very good footage of
you on the ZSU-32-4 simulator.
Hiss! Bad juju! Entirely deserving of Maverick love Source en.wikipedia.org |
Simulation aside, we didn’t have enough gas to make that many passes to
completely shoot the gun out. The other
thing, discovered by our DO, was that after a few days all the targets on the
Nellis range had been attacked by large numbers of aircraft with large numbers
of bombs. Evidently not all the bombs
exploded on impact. The DO rolled in on
a target to strafe, squeezed off a healthy burst and was very surprised to see
the target explode in front of him.
Fortunately, he had the airspeed to do a Max G+ pull and avoided the
frag pattern. The edict from then on was
high angle strafe only. Even then, my
back seater had to count for me. He’d
call fire at 11K’ and count one potato, two potato…6 potato, cease fire. Just so we could get the rounds out.
Lesson-Everything a crew chief does is important.
There was another aspect of shooting the gun that much that
didn’t get appreciated. The last day of
the exercise (aka ~67,200 rounds), I’m RTB’ing after a particularly long ride,
I don’t remember anything specific about it other than a pre-strike and
post-strike tanking, so am returning after sunset. I’m on short final and get sent around by
tower. On the go, the SOF asks me if my
gear was down. Huh? Yes, I do check
that. Come around again, and he calls me
and asks me to check it again. I glance
in, I’ve got 3 green. He says, your
landing light isn’t on. I check the
switch, it’s on. I get cleared to land,
and as I touch down and lower the nose, I see that the landing light doesn’t
actually appear to be on. Taxi back to
the chocks get out and talk to the crew chief about the light. Well, turns out there was so much gun smoke
on the landing light, that it wasn’t putting out any effective light.
Lesson - Show your support crews some love.
We also got to drop some live precision guided
ordnance. Eglin’s range was cleared for
inert LGB’s and a 500Lb or even 2000Lb hunk of cement will put up a large puff
of dirt when it hits the ground at about 600K, but it’s not as exciting as
dropping a live one. My target was a “SAM
site” on an “Airfield” on the Nellis range.
I had one of the newer modified Phantoms that had a videotape in the jet
which would tape, either the gunsight or the radar/video display depending on
switch settings.
On this particular
sortie, the Pave Spike pod must have been new because the display from it
looked like it was HD in quality. Most
of the pods had been used for a while and taken a fair share of bug strikes, so
the pod optics were somewhat pitted. In
any case, I reached my pop point which was behind a hill about 5 miles from the
airfield. Popped up and found the target and started my roll in, but the back
seater calls that he’s tracking. The
avionics gods were smiling on us, the
WSO had the target in the INS (of course), and slaved the Pod to that
point. Most days, that was only good
enough to get the laser in the same county, and the pilot would have to point
the jet at the target for the WSO to acquire.
Anyhow, he’s tracking and I confirm target acquisition. Hit the pickle button and start the
pull. I’m dropping a 2000 pounder today
and thankfully it’s on the left wing. I
have to pull off right in order to maximize the time available for tracking the
target without blanking the target out with a part of the aircraft (the pod is
in the left front Aim-7 well). The
computer determines we’re at the release point and the bomb releases. 8000 lbs (2000 lbs x 4 G) releases off the
left wing and I’m instantly in a right bank.
I pull until the WSO calls “masking” meaning that the pod is looking as
far aft as it can and will soon lose the target to the belly of the
aircraft. I bunt the aircraft over to
zero g which moves the tail back up out of view, but we’re also not flying, but
floating toward the ground. I’m watching
the ground very closely at this point, as well as maintaining visual lookout in
all quadrants for threats, rejoining with my wingman and watching the time of
flight indicator for the bomb. These all
become my responsibility because the WSO’s sole responsibility for the next
minute or so is to guide the bomb.
Suddenly the WSO lets out a Whoop and says “Splash”.
Not my bomb, nor even at Red Flag, but thought it was a cool pic Source en.wikipedia.org |
The bomb has hit the ground, I can now
maneuver to avoid doing the same. I pull
out of the dive and begin the egress. We
pick up normal responsibilities and I ask him how’d we do. He said he watched them go right in the side
of the bread van that was simulating the SAM Radar. Reviewing the video back on the ground showed
exactly that. When we had the end of
exercise party and had all the deployed personnel there, we showed that film so
the non-aircrews could get a feeling that they’re busting their humps hadn’t
been for nought. Seemed to work pretty
well, there were a lot of ear to ear grins that evening.
Lesson relearned- Never fixate on a target.
I also got to fire a live Maverick. Even though I was a Maverick (and Pave Spike)
instructor, I had never actually fired a missile. I was giving the final check out ride to a
new WSO and we’d be firing it on this ride.
Now, the back seater in the F-4 can only pickle off two weapons, a Nuke
and a Maverick. (Just as an aside, I’ve
never dropped a live Nuke either, have no real desire to do so.) So, being the thoughtful Fighter Pilot I am,
I told him in the brief that he could fire the Maverick once I told him to “Shoot”.
We’re out on the range, popped up and am
pointed at the target. I call “Tracking”
(I’ve got the target in the pipper.) He says “Locked”, I glance in at the
display and confirm that is the actual target and the missile is in fact
locked. It is, I say “Shoot”. He asks me to confirm the target lock. I glance back in. The lock is steady and the target is what we’re
supposed to shoot. I say “Shoot!”. He starts to say something else. I push the pickle button. We’re pointed at the target going about 540
and only have a couple of miles range.
We don’t have time for discussion.
In any case, I’ve hit the pickle button and the display goes black. That’s never happened with the training
missiles, so I pause for a heartbeat thinking something’s gone wrong.
Depending on range to target, at about this point after launch, the missile will pitch up so as to have a better probability of kill. Source: Commons.wikipedia.org |
Duh, the TV camera in the missile is no
longer attached to the jet. I glance up
and to the left and see the missile begin its pitch up, rocket motor
firing. Glance back at the target and
can now clearly recognize a USAF blue late 70s Dodge Ram pickup truck. I pull on the
stick, HARD! Nose is above the horizon, altimeter is climbing, so I roll the
jet to see the target.
Not a Dodge Ram Truck Source en.wikipedia.org |
The missile hits,
explodes and the hood of the truck with the large silver Ram on the front of it
is tumbling end over end upwards towards us.
Burners in, I am pushing away from it as it tops out and starts back
down to the desert. We are well above
the frag pattern max altitude. When I
got back on the ground, I went back into the weapons manual to check. After a thorough scouring, I noticed a foot
note that said data contained in the chart reflected blast and fragment pattern
for the weapon itself and did not include any fragments from the target. No kidding!
Lesson relearned again-Never fixate on a target
We've been at this a while and dropped ordnance from most delivery methods. The weapons officer decides his two ship is going to drop Mk-82 High Drags (AKA Snake of Snake and Nape fame) from a level delivery on his airfield target. Consults the weapons manual and finds that the minimum altitude for a level delivery with MK-82 High Drags is 1000' AGL. Minimum altitude at this point in the exercise due to unexploded ordnance is 500'AGL, so not much difference. He figures all the weapons settings and is going to ripple 12 as he and his wingman cross the runway at about 45 degrees. The sortie is launched, and he's approaching the runway, as things worked out, his wingman is going to reach the release point first. As he's watching things unfold, he sees motion behind his wingie.
Source en.wikipedia.org |
An F-5 has just completed his conversion turn and is about 7000' back, just out of missile range, but closing. Just as Lead starts to key the radio, he sees 12 live high drag's come off of #2. So does the F-5. Who pulls for the vertical, HARD. He manages to avoid any damage except probably to his shorts. He'd been so fixated on getting the shot, he didn't realize that he was in the target area and the F-4s were beginning weapons delivery.
Lesson relearned- Sleep is not overrated.
We’re near the end of the exercise, and everyone is
dragging. I’ve got another Pave Spike
sortie scheduled. We’re at the popup
point. I start the pull, acquire the
target and start the roll in. Call “Tracking”. The WSO confirms acquisition and laser
firing. I hit the pickle button and
start the pull. The tone goes off, and I
feel a small thump, but it’s not big enough to be a bomb release. We egress and
do a quick bomb check. #2 confirms that
I have a hung live 2000 lb bomb. We go
over to the jettison area and try again to get it to release. Nothing.
Worse, now that we’re no longer playing combat, # 2 comes into close
formation and tells me that it looks like it’s a “one lugger”, meaning that one
of the release points had released, but not the second. Worse still, the front lug had released, but
not the back. At speed, the bomb is aerodynamic enough to align itself into the wind, and so was mostly parallel to the rack. As I slowed down, it potentially could drop
further from the rack and rip itself loose, or the nose of the bomb could hit
the ground on landing. I contact the
SOF. He advises me to jettison the
entire pylon. I get that set up and push
the button, nothing. I head to a tanker
as he calls the McD folks for ideas. He
finally gets back to me and says that McD thinks it’ll be alright to land as
long as I don’t plant the landing.
(Meaning I’ve got to do this USAF style, not Navy and it’s got to be a
real good USAF style.)
Source en.wikipedia.org |
Come on in, carry
a few extra knots on final and grease the landing. Roll out, and am met by EOD in the arming
area. I shut down, safe the seats and
leave the area. EOD safes the bomb and
weapons downloads it from the aircraft and takes it back to their area.
Come to find out the reason the bomb didn’t release, and the
jettisons didn’t work was procedural.
The weapons release signal fires a shotgun shell in each of the lugs
which forces them open and the weapon falls free. However, on the previous sortie, the dearm
crew did not remove the spent shells and indicate they had done that by putting
the chamber cover on backwards. A
backwards cover is a visual confirmation that the shell needs to be
replaced. A cover on correctly means the
weapon has been properly loaded. That
cover is checked by the Pilot, WSO and crew chief during preflight, but the
only persons who can open the cover is weapons.
Exercise complete, we return to Moody, all present and
accounted for. A successful use of the
Taxpayers money as many lessons were learned and relearned.
The ZSU-23-4 "Shilka" is definitely Maverick-worthy!
ReplyDeleteLanding with a hanging 2000 pounder, not for the faint of heart.
Another great tale Juvat.
Thanks. Landing that one didn't get the heart rate as high as the Ram Pickup did. Inverted, negative G trying to out climb a pickup hood will get your pulse into triple digits with no problem.
DeleteCourse, I'm pretty sure the Aggressor's heart rate was pretty high also.
DeleteAh yes, the dreaded AAPH (Anti-Aircraft Pickup Hood).
DeleteNow that's funny! Wonder what the NATO code name would have been?
DeleteThat was a fun read! I made a couple of Red Flag dets bitd. Interesting differences between Air Force and Navy on the flight line.
ReplyDeleteAlso remember the dread "hung ordnance on the ball" call and a couple of episodes of Mk-82's (and once a MK-83) skidding down the angle an off into the sea.
Yeah, I've heard some of those stories and seen some videos. I think next week, I'll discuss my first experience with an arrested landing and inertia.
DeleteI am suffering from a twisting of the tongue and an inability to edit. Back to Pages to ponder and create.
DeleteSound like my usual modus operandi.
DeleteGood story. You remember a lot more of the detailed stuff than I ever even knew. I do know some about hung ordinance. Recovering to Ubon RTAFB one would drop non-dropping 750's, MERs, TERs and all, in Laos. Can I say that? That's why magnetic North is a little different from there on up to Hanoi. I am thankful I never had to land with anything remaining on the wing stations.
ReplyDeleteGoogle is your friend, the F-4 Dash 1 and Dash 34 are online, so that helps with a lot of the procedural details. Believe me, if I could've gotten rid of the wing stations, I would've.
ReplyDelete600 Pages! WOW, how did I ever know ALL of that stuff?
DeleteWell, Dave, I don't know about your IPs, but I remember one of mine saying "Juvat, just remember with enough Bananas, I can teach a Monkey to fly!"
DeleteTarget fixation has killed a LOT of pilots... Just sayin...
ReplyDeleteYep, even experienced ones who should know better. And even more who just had the snot scared out of them.
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ReplyDelete@juvat/
Great stuff...brings back memories...fwiw we had a guy in my squadron whose handle was "bombs ripple" mainly due to a hamfist selection on the wrcs, on the range down in Tripoli, lol.
It certainly didn't take much to screw things up in Double Ugly. I remember a guy in the 80th doing a simulated nuke run on Kooni Rock and selecting the Blue BDU-33 instead of the orange (can't remember to designation) high drag. Just a 33 Lb hunk of cement, but it made a heck of a splash about 50' astern of a tanker. The pilot had rolled the aircraft and seen the blue bomb flying formation with him and pushed away and flew with it to see where it would hit. Said the crewman on the stern of the tanker had eyes so wide, they could be seen from a thousand feet away.
DeleteOh yeah, just remembered we had a guy named "Willy Rocket" do to the fact he "accidently" (he claimed-"had a mind of its own" lol ) let loose an AIM 9 into Algerian airspace. ("Where it fell we do not know") And I'm not even counting the guy who, trying to impress a girlfriend, hit the beach where she was "sunning herself" at Kings Lynn in the UK at 600 kts, on the deck, pulled up smartly in a 9G chandelle and tossed his baggage pod x number of miles inland. LOL! It's STILL probably in some farmers hedgerow as we never herd a peep of complaint.
DeletePS: My guy impressing the girl friend said to his GIB :How did you like that?" Came the reply: "Oh, I dunno, I was too busy trying to calculate how many miles inland we tossed the baggage pod." LOL!
DeleteOMG, tossing the baggage pod, priceless.
DeleteUnscoreable at 12, Lead!
DeleteDamn. Unca Juvat has the best stories,
ReplyDeleteHe's good, isn't he?
DeleteThanks, I enjoy yours (both) also.
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