Monday, June 3, 2019

Semana de aniversario!

Well, as one who has read the title of this post might surmise, this is anniversary week at Rancho Juvat.  Five significant anniversaries occur(ed) this week.  So, in best chronological order for telling the story, let's get started.

Anniversary #1).  35 years ago on June 2nd, Little Juvat arrived on the planet.  I was an IP at Holloman at the time.  We'd had Early, Early week that week and after 10 sorties with the briefings starting at 0400 and last debrief ending about 1530, to say my butt was dragging would be an understatement.  I arrived home at 1630(ish) to find my Beautiful and very pregnant Wife sitting on the side of the bed.  I give her a kiss and start to sit (lay) on the bed when she says "Don't!"

"Uh...Why?"

"My water just broke!"

So...It's back out to the base we go.  22 hours of labor later, Little Juvat arrived.  Here's a picture of he and I shortly after arriving back home from the hospital.




Anniversary #2).  75 years ago, June 6 1944 ~160,000 Allied troops decided to visit France.  Many stayed.  Having strolled Omaha beach about 10 years ago and stood on Pont Du Hoc, I cannot begin to imagine what it must have been like and am in awe of their courage and discipline.  Evidently, and rightly so, there is a big memorial ceremony there this week.  Guess who's celebrating his 35th Birthday by attending?  Yep...Little Juvat!

He promised pictures.  So...we've got that to look forward to.

Anniversary #3).  June 1st was the 29th anniversary of the arrival of MBD.  A joyful combination of her mother's smarts and beauty and her father's sense of humor,  we were extremely grateful for her arrival after many trials and losses.  She's been worth every bit of it.

Lost quite a bit of hair in those 6 years.

And I got to feed her first.

Anniversary #4)  64 years ago, also June 6, this young fighter pilot to be arrived on the earth.  He happens to be pointing (at least according to his Mother's rendition of the story) at F-86's in the overhead traffic pattern at Naha AB, Okinawa Japan.



Finally Anniversary # 5) also June 1st.  It's been 5 years since Sarge invited me to join this merry band of ne'er do wells. I accepted and posted my first blog post.  It's been a lot of fun, "meeting" new friends, shooting the bull with old (in Sarge's case VERY old) friends and learning about stuff I new nothing about, but find fascinating.

So...in honor of #5 (and because I got nuttin' else!), a reprint of my first post.




Day 1 Going




I’d been flying the F-4 for about three years and had finally become “experienced” meaning I’ve accumulated at least 500 hours in the jet.  I’m also now a Flight Lead which means not only am I responsible for not killing myself and my backseater, but also not killing anyone in my flight.  I’ve led flights at Red Flag and other large scale exercises, so am at least marginally capable of handling a “real world mission”.

During this learning phase, I’d also met a lady (itself a story to be told at a later date.  Which I did.) who I somehow convinced to marry me.

This story commences about a month before that momentous date.



I’ve just completed a sortie (AKA a flight, a mission).  In other words, a takeoff followed by an hour or so of Pure D excitement followed by a landing, followed by a debrief where every aspect of that hour or so was scoured in excruciating detail with absolutely no regard for offending ones sensibilities or hurting someone’s feelings.  AHH…Those were the days, but as Sarge says, I digress.  The sortie is over and I walk into our flight’s   (in this case a flight is a unit of command primarily used to give Fighter Pilots something to put into their Officer Performance Reports so they might get promoted) office and my Flight Commander calls me into his office.  Well, that’s not good usually.  I quickly review the sortie for anything done wrong that might have been observed from the ground, like accidentally going supersonic directly over the city while chasing a bad guy.  (Not that I had done that…Oh no never!)  Couldn’t think of anything, so figured I was going to get a non-flying related and, therefore, onerous chore.

 Walked into his office and was asked when the wedding was scheduled.  I told him and he said he had a good deal for me.  “Shields to Maximum!  Ready all phasers and photon torpedos!”  I am attentive to his every mannerism at this point.  Reagan had just taken over and actual "Good Deals" were still few and far between.  “I need you, a wingman and two backseaters to  pick up two jets at Hahn AB Germany and fly them back.  A day to get over there, a day to check out the jet and a day to get back.  You’ll be the flight lead, there will be two additional crews from Hahn, so it’ll be a 4 ship coming home.  All the Tankers, clearances, flight plans are being handled by the 2ADG (Second Air Delivery Group), so should be a piece of cake.  You leave day after tomorrow.”  (Hahn was transitioning from the F-4 to the F-16)





I walk out absolutely elated.  I get an all-expenses paid (plus per-diem) trip to Germany.  I’d never been there.  Get 10-15 hours more in the jet, which was still a significant percentage change in my total hours and get to lead a relatively challenging mission.  And I’ll still be home 3 weeks prior to the wedding.  Life is GOOD!

So, I call up my Fiancé and explain all this to her and she’s ok with it.  We’re not planning a large social wedding, close family and respective squadron members only.  (Fiancé is also a USAF Officer.) Most of the planning has already been accomplished. 

I get my backseater and the other crew together and discuss what we know about the mission so far and they’re as enthused as I am.  My backseater had just arrived from Hahn and started regaling us with stories of things to do and see.  I reminded him that we’d only be gone for 4 days and we’d be flying on two of them.  Nonetheless, we’re all enthused.

Departure day arrives, and our Airline Reservations are a feeder airline to Dulles, with a 6 hour layover then Dulles to Frankfurt.  We depart on time and arrive at Dulles, check the flight information boards and don’t see any gate information for our flight.  Well, it is a 6 hour layover.  Grab a lunch, wander around a bit.  Now it’s 2 hours to go.  Still no information on the board.  So I check with the Airline rep, hand her our tickets and see her face go white as a sheet.    “Shields to Maximum!  Ready all phasers and photon torpedos!”  I am attentive to her every mannerism at this point.  I ask “Is there a problem?”  She responds, “Well, the originating point of this flight has been changed.”  Thinking, she’s talking a gate change, I ask “To where?”   She responds “JFK!”  All sensors are on maximum alert now.  I ask her what our options are. She’s talking on the phone (this was the early 80s) to someone and then finally hands us our new tickets and tells us that we have 15 minutes to get to a different airline’s gate and board a flight for JFK.  I asked about our checked bags (flight equipment, helmets and survival gear don’t fit well in the overhead bin).  She said they had already left on a previous flight for Frankfurt and would be there on arrival.  OK, not optimum, but doable.  We OJ through the airport, make the flight, arrive at JFK, and check the flight information board for our Frankfurt flight.  Noting the departure time and the current time are nearly the same we OJ through the airport and down the jetway.  Bang on the closed but not yet locked door and the Flight Attendant opens it for us.  We hurry in, find our seats, strap in and the airplane pushes back.  I breathe a sigh of relief.

I have an aisle seat and across the aisle is the backseater from the other crew.  We have just taken off, and I’m starting to settle in to a book when I glance at him.  He’s white as a sheet.   “Shields to Maximum!  Ready all phasers and photon torpedos!”  I am attentive to his every mannerism at this point.  I ask him if there’s a problem.  He responds “My passport is in my checked bag. What am I going to do?”  I tell him to hold that thought while I ponder the situation over a resuscitating adult beverage.  Somewhere over the Atlantic, it comes to me.  I gather my little flock and ask if everyone has their orders and ID cards.  We all do.  I tell them, we’re going to present that paperwork on arrival en masse and see if that gets us through. Only if it doesn’t will we pull out our passports and then we’ll figure out what the other back seater’s options are.

We arrive at Frankfurt, walk up to the immigration counter en masse and I present our orders and ID cards.  Works like a champ!!!  We’re through.  Go to baggage claim and there are our A3 Bags with our gear.  The other WSO quickly retrieves his Passport and we clear customs.  (Side note, I happened to run into that WSO at TAC HQ very late in my career and we chuckled about this story.  Then he reached in the back pocket of his uniform and pulled out…his Passport.)

Wandering through the Frankfurt airport looking for the USO kiosk where we’re supposed to rendezvous with our ground transportation to take us to Hahn.  It’s about 3PM.  We find the airman and he leads us outside to a VW microbus, olive drab 1 each.  Load our gear and we’re off. 
VW Microbus, Olive Drab 1 each.
The Airman says it’s about a 2 hour drive.  Never been to Germany, so I opt to sit up front.  The others climb in the back and are soon asleep.   Our route takes us on the Autobahn for a while, and I’m kinda excited about that, but this is a VW microbus, olive drab 1 each, so the Airman stays in the far right lane.  We exit the Autobahn and are now going through picturesque German villages, speeding up and slowing down.  I start to notice that the Airman has suddenly started having difficulty shifting gears without grinding them.  We continue on.  As we decelerate into another village, he downshifts into second gear.  We leave that village and as he starts to accelerate, he can’t shift out of second gear.  The Airman says we’re only a few miles from Hahn, so he’ll just leave it there and continue on.  We limp along slowly easing towards our goal.  Now Hahn AB is in the hills above the Mosel River, so we are going up hill.  As we approach the gate, there is a vehicle at the gate asking the gate guard something.  The Airman is trying to gauge the approach, but fails and has to stop.  The VW microbus, Olive Drab 1 Each, stalls and won’t restart.  I look at the Airman and can see he’s sweating BBs.  The 4 of us, get out of the vehicle, walk around the back and begin to push the Airman and the VW microbus, Olive Drab, 1 Each, through the gate at Hahn AB Germany.

We have arrived.

If you're a glutton for punishment, here's the second installment Day 2 Preflight.

The third Departure (Ooops forgot the link)

And Finale


*What’s the difference between a fairy tale and a war story?  A fairy tale starts with “Once upon a time” and a war story starts with “So there I was”.  

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    1. A fairy tale starts with “Once upon a time” and a war story starts with “So there I was”.

      I believe that it is, "TINS".

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  2. Murphy's Law big time.

    I started reading this blog after you began your blogging career, and one of these days I'm going to go back to the beginning and read forward.
    As was said in the Princess Bride, "I am waiting for you, Vizzini! You told me to go back to the beginning… so I have." Inigo Montoya

    The whole air-to-air refueling thing gives me the twitches.

    Great series of posts and a wonderful way to start a Monday.

    Thank you.


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    1. Yeah, Murphy had a lot of impact on that mission. I think it was the Screech that finally drove him off. It really was ghastly.

      Refueling in the F-4 was sporting for a lot of reasons. I got better at it, but never really looked forward to it. There must have been at least one F-4 driver involved in designing the refueling system and procedures for the F-15. Refueling in it was almost a no-brainer. (Which made it perfect for me.)

      Thanks

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    2. Refueling, yes. Agree. I had a screemer for an IP whilst learning and I think that had something to do with my hesitancy.

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  3. Happy Anniversaries, neighbor!! Good stuff from the first blog post. I can see that your style has moved a bit. I'm glad you are still posting.

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    1. Thanks, Yeah, I've had some "Guidance" from a lot of good folks, which has helped a lot.

      Still have not mastered commas, though.

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    2. I probably use too many, but where I want you to pause, I'll stick one in. Like the Oxford comma, yeah, sure!

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    3. I've started using the ellipsis (...) when I want a pause for effect. Seems to be less rules for that than a plain old comma.

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  4. Five years?!?! Already?

    And it's been a damned good five years.

    Love the pictures.

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    1. Yep. Time flies when you're having fun, don't it?

      Still working through the boxes of pictures Schmedly found on her "Cold Cat Launch" a while back. Found those and thought they might be useful, although I published the picture of me in an earlier post. Just seemed apropos.

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  5. Happy anniversaries juvat, time flies eh? Thanks for the links since they give me a chance to travel in the wayback machine. Will do so more perusing of history in the archives later on after engaging in some recoil therapy, done enough yardwork over the weekend. Enjoy the writing style the posters here have I do (feeling like Yoda I am).

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    1. Thanks, Nylon. Yes...it does. Recoil therapy is important and any progress can be quickly lost if not continuously and frequently refreshed. Practice...you must...better you get!

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  6. Chuckle. Also:"What’s the difference between a fairy tale and a war story? A fairy tale starts with “Once upon a time” and a war story starts with “So there I was”." . Sea stories start with "This ain't no S$#t".

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    1. Yep...OldNFO made that exact comment on the original of that post. I had promised to research what the Army's version of it was. I failed in my duty, so must add it to the rapidly (near light speed rapidity) expanding "to do" list.

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  7. Like those kind of anniversaries, particularly when there are war stories.

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    1. War (Sea) stories? Here? Naw!!! Nothing but the absolute, unvarnished truth. Ain't that right guys? Sarge? Tuna? Beans? LUSH? Bueller? Bueller?

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  8. My parents got married on the 4th of July, as that was the only weekend each could get free from their various assignments, Dad at White Sands and Mom in some Mil Hospital in Alabama. Fun times both being at different bases, she got to fly passenger in converted B-25s until she was too pregnant to be in the service.

    And, my, how the flight helmet is a hair-removing machine, isn't it? And I am sure the rest ejected for safety reasons when you were working at the Puzzle Palace.

    2 kids, both born at the beginning of June. How very regimented. Birthdays must have been fun at your house. Well, could have been worse, they could have been December babies...

    And 5 years posting. You have lasted longer than a lot of people's blogs. Congrats. And can't wait to hear stories as to the resurrection of the tractor (you are going to talk about the tractor getting fixed, right?)

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    1. Well....Mrs J and my anniversary is September 4th, as was my parents, so that MIGHT have something to do with it.

      Re: Hair Removal Machine. Since MBD was born one week after my last sortie what is shown in that photo was as bad as it got from the helmet. Which is not to say it isn't much worse now. Nope, now I don't even have a comb over capability. But, as they say, the Lord only created a finite number of perfect heads...The rest he covered with hair.

      Tractor? Still got to find somebody who makes house calls (and get them to return calls).

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    2. I got married on Dec. 20th as the shop I worked at closed down a week before Christmas until after New Years. Which was nice, as the church was already decorated.

      For a while I sported a comb-back (hair combed backwards) but now I am sporting short fuzz that is rapidly becoming thinner and thinner and thinner. Looking forward to the day I don't have to cut it anymore. I'd shave, but too many issues with ingrown hairs.

      Shouldn't the Mahindra dealership have a mobile service rep? If not, check the local Tractor Supply company or Feed store.

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    3. "Well, could have been worse, they could have been December babies..." Yea, try having your birthday 14 days before Christmas.

      Paul

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    4. My Mom's Birthday was December 20th. I think that's why all her children were May, June and July B'Days. Course, as I said earlier, She and Dad were married on Sept 4.

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    5. Beans, Good Suggestion. Up til that, I'd thought the nearest Mahindra dealership was on the far side of San Antonio, but there's one only about 50 miles away. Mrs J and I may need to have a "Road Trip!". Thanks

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    6. Paul L. Q. - 11 days before. So December is car tags, DL every 6 years, insurance renewal (fortunately through USAA,) anniversary and Christmas.

      juvat - Glad to help. Mrs. Andrew says I am full of something...

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    7. Yes, but think of how much easier it is for others to remember. And...if they forget, they can always blame the late present on the Christmas rush. "Beans....you didn't get it yet? Must be the rush, I'll check the tracking number...Hello, Amazon, need an overnite!"

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    8. One Christmas of combined Christmas and Birthday presents. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeedddddddddddd.

      Not that I whine or anything.

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    9. A small amount is authorized. A small amount.

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  9. Drag chutes are considered expendable?

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    1. Yes, when you stop a 20K pound fighter doing about 160 or so, the kinetic energy that is dissipated on opening tends to weaken all the fastenings, cords and straps. They're inspected after every deployment and replaced as needed.

      Having diligently inspected said parachute after each of the deployments that cold, windy afternoon, all 20 or so, it was my expert opinion that said chute was no longer serviceable and, in fact, was quite likely to cause injury to the next crew that deployed it (aka Me).

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  10. Yet another fine entry.

    As my head is not perfect, I still need a comb and brush.

    Thanks for the post.
    Paul L. Quandt

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    1. Yes...Well...We can't all be perfect! I mean...You have hair issues, Myself and commas don't see eye to eye. It's what makes the world great!

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  11. Thanks for the posts. Great history, great fun. I got back from Ubon in late December, my son was born on my birthday 30 Sep. God is marvelous to set such a calendar.

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    1. Yes, proximity to one another does seem to aid the chances of procreation substantially.

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  12. Great post, and you've continued to 'deliver the mail'... :-) and that first one is still funny... Nothing like foreshadowing... :-D

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  13. Happy Anniversary, Birthday, D-Day day to all these present. Internet down at work so I didn't get a chance to comment yesterday and was busy writing my own commemoration post last night. Proud papa there- I miss those times with my own kids.

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    1. You, Google and Amazon all down on one day. 'Tis the end of times, I say!

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