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Sunday, October 1, 2017

Sunday Funday!


Nah, it's an "Encore Presentation." Ya know, a re-run...

But first a couple of local headlines...

Whilst sitting back and relaxing on a cold, wet Saturday, The Missus Herself calls out, "Why is the fire department out front?"

"Out front where?"

"Out front of our house!"

Looking around, seeing no hint of fire or foes, I head below to the main deck. Where the love of my life is gazing out the window. Lo and behold there is a fire truck (no, no, no, leave the "ire tr" in, I'm not swearing) and one vehicle (all in red) which screams "fire chief."

There are at least five fireman, all in full accouterments, gazing at the top of the telephone pole proudly displayed in the opening photo. What, I asked myself, are they so enthralled by?

Have you spotted it yet? Here's another pic...


That's not mist, it's smoke emanating from the pole itself.

Bad insulator? Bare wire? I don't know. They watched it for a while, it continued to smoke but no flames were in evidence. After a while the big fire truck (yes, the actual vehicle, I'm still not swearing) departed. The chief stayed around for an hour or so, just to make sure. The electrical guys came by (National Grid). Nothing untoward as far as I could tell.

Soon everyone went home. The pole had stopped smoking. Cold turkey from the look of it.

Heh.

After the excitement was over, The Missus Herself and I headed out to celebrate her birthday with a sumptuous repast at a local establishment. I had the shrimp and grits, which were superb, seems the owner/chef learned how to make those down in New Orleans. if you have a hankering for grits, Eli's (the owner) Kitchen in Warren is the place. Yum. I also had one of these...

(Source)
Very tasty. (What did my wife have? The fish and chips, which were okay. Aidan's fish and chips are way better.)

So that's about it for the Saturday local news. On to the re-run, er, I mean "encore presentation." A story from four years ago, recalling when I worked the mighty F-4 Phantom in the best fighter wing of all time, the 8th Tactical Fighter Wing, the Wolf Pack.

Happy October.

Enjoy.



As I have mentioned before (here and here) I was once a dirty, rotten scoundrel Quality Assurance (QA) guy in the best fighter wing of all time, the 8th Tactical Fighter Wing, the mighty Wolf Pack (YMMV).



Our job in QA was to make everyone's lives miserable ensure that the maintenance performed on our two squadrons of mighty F-4D Phantoms was the best it could possibly be.
  

8th TFW Wing Commander's Bird
(Peter R. Foster Photo)
One of the ways we monitored the performance of the maintenance in the Wing was sneaking around patrolling the flightline and unnccessarily harassing performing random checks on any goofballs maintainers actually goofing off working on the jets. We looked for two things really: proper tool accountability and following the proper maintenance checklists and technical orders.

Leave a tool laying around, don't have an official checklist or tech order and we would burn at the stake counsel the complete idiot erring technician as to the right way to do things versus the wrong way. Usually this was merely an ass-chewing "on the spot" correction, if the offense was minor. You know, the old "don't let us catch you doing this again" kind of thing.

However, sometimes we would have to file paperwork with the Deputy Commander for Maintenance (DCM) indicating the nature of the violation, individual's name, rank and squadron, the circumstances and location of the violation and any other relevant information whereby we could determine whether the violation was solely the individual doing something wrong or a systemic problem with the individual's squadron. This was done in an effort to make everyone's lives on the flightline a living Hell prevent future occurrences of poor maintenance practices and (as always) make sure that when our air crew went out, they also came back. With the jet. In one piece and (preferably) still flyable.

I have to say, the maintenance guys in the 8th were, nearly to a man/woman, top notch, dedicated and well-trained professionals. A fighter wing doesn't get to be the "best of all time" with crappy maintenance. That's for sure. But there were occasions when one or more complete f**king idiots not quite fully trained personnel would slip through the cracks and actually manage to get near a jet with toolbox in hand. 'Twas them we black hats kept a weather eye open for.

There were four incidents that I can actually remember in my dotage stand out in my mind. Two involved string, one involved a cigar and one involved hydraulic fluid. Disparate elements I know, but bear with me. (I really wanted to use the word "disparate" in a sentence today, don't ask me why...)

Of these four incidents, the two involving string were humorous, the one involving the cigar a bit more serious but still worth a chuckle (sorry Freud, it's just a cigar this time), the one involving hydraulic fluid anything but humorous. For today's post, I give you...

String Theory (As Practiced in the 8th TFW)

(I'll save the cigar and hydraulic fluid stories for another time.)


There we were, trundling down the flightline in our trusty 6-passenger International Harvester (IH) pickup truck observing all the activity on the line. Nothing escaping our eagle eyes. (Well, actually it was a fairly quiet night. So we didn't need to be that observant.) As we rolled past one of the whiskey arches I noticed something odd. A piece of string hanging down the side of the jet parked therein. 


Aircraft Shelter or Whiskey Arch
(For those of you who didn't take notes, here.)
"Hey Billy, hold on, back up to that last arch on the right!"

Billy stopped and then slowly backed up, then pulled into the area in front of the jet.

"What a ya got Sarge?"

I indicated the string hanging from the front cockpit, reaching all the way down to the concrete floor of the arch. Billy and I both wondered what the heck this was all about. Turning off the engine, we dismounted the vehicle. Sliding out of the truck we sauntered over to the aircraft, scanning for whoever was working on this mighty aerospace vehicle. Didn't seem to be anyone in sight.

Now Billy was by trade an Aerospace Ground Equipment (AGE) specialist. He was one of those who had maintained the power equipment, hydraulic carts, lighting equipment and the various and sundry (not to mention divers) pieces of hardware that we aircraft maintenance types needed to work on the aircraft. Point being is that Billy was not, per se, an aircraft guy. So the piece of string, while anomalous, was not really unusual to him. After all, every F-4 had a piece of string permanently affixed to the top of the radome, called the "yaw string".

What's that you say? What's a "yaw string" for? Hhmm, let me explain.


As can be seen in the diagram above, an aircraft has three axes of movement: roll (picture the wings "waggling"), pitch (picture the nose going up or down) and yaw (picture the jet "crabbing" or moving in one direction with the nose pointing in a different direction). Now there are instruments in the cockpit to let the pilot know whether or not his/her wings are level with the horizon and whether or not the nose of the aircraft is pointing at the horizon or above it (climbing) or below it (diving).

There is no instrument in the cockpit to give the pilot an indication of yaw. (OAFS. Actually there is, see Juvat's comment below.)
 That is, "Is the nose of my aircraft pointing in the same direction as I am flying?" Someone back in the mists of time figured that if one was to attach a piece of string to the nose of the aircraft (where the pilot could see it) then the pilot would then be able to tell how much his/her mighty aerospace vehicle was yawing.
 
F-14 Yaw String
(There ya go Pinch! Finally a Tomcat on the premises.)
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the yaw string.

So, long story somewhat shorter, string on a jet was not unheard of. But not where we were seeing it. Hanging down from the front cockpit as it were. With no one in sight, that we could ascertain.

So I followed the string up to the cockpit. 'Lo and behold there was a wrench attached to the piece of string. As I held it up for Billy to see, I could tell by the gleam in his eye that he was every bit as excited as I was. (Calm down, it wasn't that kind of excitement. Geez.)

For to find a loose tool on the flightline was the QA man's Holy Grail. It was like blood in the water to a Great White Shark. It was like a dead moose in the high country to a pack of starving wolves in the dead of winter. It was like...

(Yes, I am getting carried away with the analogies aren't I?)

As I started to climb down the aircraft boarding ladder with my trophy, I heard from the back of the arch, "Hey, what the hell are you guys doing on my jet?"

Billy and I turned to the voice and as we did, the interloper saw our hats and mumbled, "Ah crap!" Knowing that he had committed a "no no" by leaving a tool on the jet unattended and, worst of all, having been "caught" by QA.

Before we began to chastise the perpetrator of this foul deed, I recognized the guy. One of the instruments shop's best sergeants. In fact, when QA did periodic formal evaluations of maintenance personnel, this guy always scored top marks. He wasn't just good, he was what you might call, an expert.

"So Bob, what's this all about?"

Bob explained that he had been disconnecting a panel in the cockpit when the urge to urinate had overcome him. When he had started the task he had tied a piece of string to his wrench. Seems that in this particular area of the cockpit, with certain boxes removed, it was easy to drop a tool down inside the console. It was also a major task to get stuff back out because the F-4 has every cubic inch of space packed with equipment and wires. Tying a string to the wrench would make it much easier to extract, should he drop the tool.

Not only an accepted practice but one encouraged by the Wing and actually called out in a local maintenance standard. Problem was, you never leave a tool unattended. Bob had done that. But as he was answering a call of nature (a rather urgent one I guess) we cut him some slack. No harm, no foul.

Not one week later we had a similar situation.

Trundling down the flightline in our trusty IH, we spotted string. Non-yaw string string (if you get my drift). Hanging from the intake of the Number One engine. Hhmm, probably just the crew chief inspecting the engine and has a string tied to his flashlight.

But it's night. And there is no light emanating from the intake.

(Cue Jaws theme music here.)

Hhmm, me thinks, a potential violation. Code Red, Swarm, Swarm!!

Billy parks the truck and we dismount. Sauntering over to the jet, Billy says he'll look out back. As there is no one near the aircraft and (oddly enough) no toolbox in sight.

Billy returns, shaking his head, there's no one out back having a smoke or answering a call of nature (or both, maintenance guys can multi-task).

I have discovered that it's not a flashlight at the end of the string. Nope, it's a wrench. Odd, very odd.

We collect the offending lonesome tool and head back to Wing Headquarters (where our office was located).

Once there we look up the code inscribed on the wrench to see which organization owns that tool. (Each tool was inscribed with a unique organization code and a number. The numbers went with toolboxes. Each tool had its own slot in an individual tool box. For accountability and all that. Primarily to keep loose pieces of stuff from wandering around inside an aircraft. Where they became threats to lives and to Air Force property, namely the jets.)

When we had the owning organization, we climbed into the truck to drive on over and pay them a little visit. Because they, like Lucy, "had some 'splainin' to do". As we pulled out of the lot, we heard a call come over the radio to Job Control reporting a missing tool. Guess who was reporting the missing tool? Yup, same guys whose tool we had found.

Even better, they were going to back to the jet where we had found the tool to look for that very same tool. With luck, we would beat them to the jet.

We did.

This shift supervisor rolled up with his guy and saw us standing in front of the aircraft. Both of them had the old "ah crap" looks on their faces.

As they walked up, the shift super says, "So you guys must have heard the radio call about the lost tool I guess."

"What lost tool?" Billy says.

'Well, Teddy here...", the super began to explain when Billy interrupted.

"This tool?" Billy said, holding the wrench up for all to see and marvel at. (We QA types could be, perhaps, a trifle "dramatic", when given half a chance.)

Teddy and his super both looked as if they had just been told that the governor had denied their request for a stay of execution. I think the shift super envisioned himself back on the day shift with somewhat fewer stripes on his sleeve. Also a little lighter in the wallet. Not sure what was going through Teddy's head but he looked terrified.

But these guys had something in their favor. They had noticed the tool missing just moments after Teddy had returned to the shop. Sure, he should have noticed it before leaving the jet, but he did notice it missing and he did report it to his sergeant.

Who also did the right thing by reporting the missing tool to Job Control (who would then make sure that no one used the aircraft for whatever reason). A missing tool on the flightline is truly a "big deal". Typically the aircraft where the tool went missing gets a "Red X" in the aircraft forms (the 781s). That "Red X" can only be cleared by a fairly senior maintenance guy (Staff Sergeant or higher) and effectively grounds the aircraft until the "Red X" is cleared. The shift super had done the virtual equivalent of grounding the aircraft by notifying Job Control.

So, in essence, Teddy screwed up. But he discovered his own screw up and he reported his screw up through the proper channels. Ditto Teddy's supervisor. So, while losing track of the tool in the first place was bad, everybody did what they were supposed to do and the missing tool was recovered. Again, no harm, no foul.

On the other hand, the maintenance guy had left the area. Had left the jet unattended with a wrench stashed in the engine intake. Bad things happen when engines ingest anything other than air and fuel. Bad things that cost the tax payers lots of money. So what to do, what to do?

From a QA standpoint we had to file a report. We had no choice once Job Control had been informed. On the other hand, we could (and did) write the report in such a way as to make Teddy and his sergeant not look like complete idiots. Because in reality they most assuredly were not. Teddy made a mistake because he was human. He followed proper procedure and reported his mistake because he was a professional. As was his immediate superior.

Both guys did wind up having to report to the DCM and "chat" about the missing tool with that good colonel (for such he truly was). While it could not be termed a "nice" experience, it was not a "bad" experience. Teddy learned a lesson which would benefit him in the long run. His boss learned to watch his guys a bit more carefully but also got a pat on the back for "doing the right thing".

So although we wore black hats in QA, we weren't really total a-holes the bad guys. We were there, like the old saying goes, "to help". Which for the most part we did. And like I said before, the 8th Tactical Fighter Wing was a Sierra Hotel outfit. In fact, it was kind of easy being QA in the 8th. Kind of like being a cop in the nicer parts of town.

Everyone behaves.




26 comments:

  1. Is that a tree rat at the top of the pole trying to hide from the paparazzi?

    Usually the tree rats look different after they have provided a short cut for the electricity.

    I suspect the era of management that understood that people are human and will make mistakes is gone, and the new attitude of "sudden death at the first mistake" is much more common.

    The most effective counseling I ever got was after I made a large safety mistake and had to sit down with the Machinery Division Officer on Forrestal. He never raised his voice, he never used foul language, and he simply told me that the worst part of his job would have been to write to my Mother and tell her I was dead because I was stupid. He then asked me to think about how my family would have felt if I had gotten myself killed. There was no follow up paperwork and it was a life lesson that I took to heart.

    Great post.



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    1. Wow, I just looked at the picture again, deceased squirrel very much in evidence!

      The quiet lessons work well on the conscientious.

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    2. The correct lineman term is actually "One Sparky the Squirrel." At least in Florida it is (non-Miami thing that sticks down south of Georgia. No earthly idea what they call it in Miami, probably "Sparky the python" or something like that.)

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    3. In Texas, it's Sparky the Buzzard. They seem to like perching on the top of our transformer. The smell pretty bad on a good day, even worse when barbecued.

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    4. Andrew - good to know the local term.

      :)

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    5. Juvat - from all the Westerns I watched as a kid, of course it would be a buzzard. Especially in Texas.

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  2. As I mentioned a few weeks ago, the worst butt chewing I received was a single word from Ras, "Really?". He knew I screwed up, I knew I screwed up, he knew I knew I screwed up and I knew he knew I screwed up. I respected the man and his disapproval was all I needed to correct the error.

    BTW, there is one factual error in the F-4 Post, excellent though it was. There is in fact a yaw indicator in the F-4, it is called the turn and slip indicator and is a small ball in fluid in a curved track. It moves in the direction the tail of the aircraft is moving. It also moves towards the rudder pedal you should push to correct the situation. Very useful, especially in an aircraft where adverse yaw is a very bad thing.

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    1. I remember that.

      I also added a note to let folks know of my faulty aircraft knowledge. (Turn and slip, seen it a hundred times in flight simulators, started ignoring it when I flew into a mountain trying to make the damn thing look good. Keep your head out of the cockpit I learned that day.)

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  3. That slip indicator was the last thing Tuck would glance at before squeezing the gun button on his Hurricane. Making sure the guns are lined up is important. I read that book back in 1980, I don't know why it's burned into my memory....

    My old manager did the same type job in the Coast Guard that you did. He was the best manager I've ever had. Bar none.

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  4. So... What was the reason the second set of boneheads tied a string to the wrench and left it inside a jet engine?

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    1. So if it fell in some place hard to reach, they could use the string to pull it out. They just forgot, happened occasionally on the night shifts.

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  5. Thanks for the post. One nit: "6-passenger International Harvester (IH)"- your trucks could carry seven people? Our trucks ( of the same brand ) only held five passengers and a driver.

    Also, as an aircraft maintainer, I NEVER did anything such as carry a tool in my pocket, or stand on the rail of a maintenance stand. I also have a nice assortment of bridges for sale. Just make an offer.

    Paul L. Quandt

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    1. We called them 6-pax, for six passengers, it would sound funny if we called them 5-pax. We included the driver as a passenger I suppose.

      Tools in pockets could get you court-martialed. If you got caught.

      But yeah, it was done, I never did (God's truth). We only had the bare essentials to work the jet on the line. In the shop we had a lot more tools.

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    2. It never bothered me to see tools laying around the aircraft. I had gone out and "visited" her often enough when she was down for something, that I knew my Crew Chief was religious about making sure all the holes were filled in his tool kit before he left the area. I also knew from experience that he would red X the airplane in an instant as soon as it was obvious that they were not. At least in my case, painting names on the side of a jet did give one a feeling of ownership.

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    3. Sounds like your crew chief had his stuff together.

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  6. Re: 6-pax, yes, we called them that too. I was just doing a little chain pulling.
    It was easier to bend the rules on grave shift. My tool box always had all its tools when I turned it in at end of shift.

    Paul

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  7. I was also going to suggest there was a squirrel down.

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    1. I'm still amazed that I didn't notice the squirrel.

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  8. Great story Sarge!! In my 25yrs of walk arounds I only found 1 tool where it shouldn't have been(not a reference to me)... a 2Ft red hammer?!
    in the main landing gear bay on a little shelf...no string attached. So I take the hammer with me to the lair of the culprit(Mx breakroom)
    Oh i knew the mechanics very well ...so i just walked around with it...till i saw him looking at me ...looking at the hammer...looking at me....owner found. I just told him "that's why there's two of us"... coffee/laughs

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    1. That was probably fairly effective. Well done!

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    2. Mark - great story. Pretty good way of handling it as well.

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  9. Hey Old AF Sarge;

    We use our own tools at my employer, but they are starting to institute tool control in certain hangers at the behest of the DOD and the FAA and we mechanics are squalking, we have over time modified tools to make our job easier and the "community tools" from Snapon are not as good a selection. We see problems because they will still expect us to make the ready times but they put impediments to our progress.
    I never had a lot of problems with our inspectors, once they know who you are, and they know who the stars are and who the slugs are. We keep a copy of the AMM around our work area for the inspectors and the occasional FAA drop ins LOL.

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    1. Our job on the F-4 didn't require any special tools. The problem, as I see it, with the tool control problem you're about to have is probably the "one size fits all" mentality endemic to management types. Surely there is a way for each mechanic to account for his/her tools. No doubt the gubmint sees things differently. They always do.

      Good luck with all that!

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