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Sunday, September 5, 2021

Found Her!

 Way back in my formative years, I read a quote in a book about flying that went (and I'm paraphrasing from memory) "A fighter pilot has but one love to give to an airplane and when he does, there it will ever be." I read a lot of books by Richard Bach (yes, Beans including the seagull one), so I think it might have been him.  


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In any case, my first airplane was a Cessna 150.  Good airplane, could take a lot of punishment (which I administered regularly) and got me up and down safely in the 40 hour AFROTC orientation program.  That program was the first opportunity to screw up badly enough to not become an Air Force pilot.

I managed to avoid that. 

But...The Cessna wasn't "The One".

Next was Pilot Training (Laughlin AFB, Del Rio TX, Beans) and the Mighty T-37.  That jet had a USAF official name, but nobody, including the Chief of Staff of the Air Force called it anything but "The Tweet".  Loud (you had to wear ear protection religiously on the flight line), under powered, but an Air Force aircraft.  Twin engines and easily 3 times as fast as the Cessna. 

An actual Laughlin AFB Tweet. That's Lake Amistad beneath and Mexico on the left.
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One could get well behind the aircraft in a very quick time.  Getting back there regularly usually led to washing out.  My class lost 5, I think, out of 25.  One of my regular IPs was the chief of T-37 check section.  That was the folks that had the final say of whether you stayed or went.  He had a patch on his shoulder that said "100 missions over North Vietnam".  There weren't a lot of AF Brats in my class.  But I knew what that meant.  On the first mission I flew with him, we had a bit of fuel remaining when we had successfully completed the planned mission.  He asked if I wanted to try a spin.

I most certainly did NOT want to do a spin.  Spins were not fun, if  you didn't do the recovery procedure right, you could crash.  You got slammed around the cockpit, because the aircraft was out of control and headed for the ground. I did NOT want to do a spin.

"Yes, Sir"

We talk about it for a bit and start the maneuver.  Pull the nose up to a fairly steep climb, pull the throttles back and when the aircraft stalls, stomp on the rudder full in the direction you want to go.  The airplane promptly starts twirling like a ballerina while the altimeter is unwinding quite rapidly.  You were supposed to hold the rudder in for two revolutions before starting the recovery.

It seemed like forever, but I held it.  Pushed the rudder opposite the way the plane was rotating, pushed the stick full forward and when I saw airspeed climbing, added throttle and recovered from the dive.

Major Mitchell said we'd actually gone around three times, but for the first attempt, not bad.

Never liked spins. And we did a lot of them. BTW when assignments were getting close, the Tweet Squadron Commander said he wanted me to be a Tweet FAIP.  Major Mitchell talked him out of it.

But, the T-37 wasn't my first love.

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The T-38 was a nice airplane and handled well, and I flew it well enough to be in the 6 graduates from my class that were given assignments to fighters.  The T-38 wasn't my first love either.

I proceeded to Luke AFB, to learn to fly "Ol Double Ugly", the F-4C.  Good airplane, solid as a rock, couldn't turn worth a damn, all my instructors were Vietnam guys. I did pretty well and had a follow on assignment to Kunsan AB. (Yes, Beans, Sarge was there at the same time, and since he fixed F-4D's and I flew F-4Ds, and regularly broke them, I'm pretty sure we've crossed paths.). As I now had almost 200 hours in the F-4 (after two years flying it, that's not very many. No, not at all), I was assigned to Moody AFB and the F-4E.  Reagan had just been inaugurated, the military was being funded, and Moody was the wing supplying F-4E's to the Rapid Deployment Force, primarily pointed at Iran.  Spent three years there, and left with about 1,200 hours in the F-4 and was actually pretty proficient in employing it. But, still hadn't found the "one", that sang to me.

F-4C
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I know for a fact that I've flown THAT airplane.  Yellow tail FP was a Juvat Tail Number.
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Silver Tail Flash=339TFS/69TFS out of Moody.  Gen Creech ordered Dick Bong's squadron renamed the 69th so Moody would have the 68th, 69th, and 70th TFS in the wing.  Apparently, it affected his "sense of order".  Dumas!
Oh, and I've also flown this specific tail number.
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(Yes, Beans, I did meet and marry Mrs J at Moody.  She certainly is the "One" and she does sing to me.)

Next assignment was to Holloman AFB and the AT-38B.  Again, got a lot of flying, but was instructing students in how to fly and employ fighters.  One of the benefits of that is, you actually have to know how to fly and employ fighters.  I learned an awful lot about flying and fighting fighters while instructing. But the AT-38B wasn't the "one". 

Although the source states it's an AT-38B it doesn't have a fuselage pylon, so I think this is ATC "Playing Fighter Pilot" with a camouflaged T-38
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Then I got assigned to Kadena and the F-15.  But I had to go through F-15 transition at Luke AFB in Phoenix. The first sortie in an Eagle is Solo, no IP in the airplane.  That had never occurred in any airplane I've flown to that point, and in fact, I don't think I ever flew an Eagle sortie with an IP.  The profile of the first sortie is the takeoff will be an afterburner takeoff, vertical climb out, rejoin on the IP, drive out to the area, fight the IP until reaching Bingo Fuel (we've got just enough to get back to the base with a little extra in case something happens, but not much) then a formation landing.  On the first flight, and I'm solo.

So. Yes, the Eagle is "The ONE", and the one with my name on the canopy rail's tail number is 78-564.  I would do whatever it took to get she and I on the same line number on the schedule.  That usually wasn't difficult, because, she was an F-15D.  The D model is also referred to as the Family model as there's a second seat in it.  Having flown two seat aircraft exclusively up to this point in my career, that didn't bother me.  It did bother a lot of the Eagle babies (the guys who had only flown the Eagle from day one of their career), so they would usually trade with me if they could.  

Flying her frequently, meant that her Crew Chief and I became well acquainted and built a pretty good relationship.  He knew that I would tell him anything that was wrong with the aircraft (not safety related of course) personally and he and I would decide if it needed to be written up or "just fixed".  Since he was good to his word on the later, our aircraft (his actually, but my name was on it, just above his) always had functioning equipment and had one of the best "in commission" rates in the Wing.  

But, as all things come to an end, eventually, it became time for my last flight.  Bones and I walked out to the jets, Maintenance had come through and 78-564 was assigned to me. Walked up to her, and noticed there were no drop tanks on either of the jets.  The mission was to go fight a pair of Navy F/A-18s and help them with 4th generation fighter tactics as the bad guys.  But we were clean.  Needless to say the two F/A-18s loaded with 3 external gas tanks, didn't do very well. 

That was the end of my flying career and I'd always wondered what had happened to her.  I'd read that she'd gone to Edwards as a chase plane. but that was all I knew.  Just happened to be looking at Eagle pictures today and ran across this one.

At an airshow, somewhere, but TY is Tyndall AFB Fl. Picture was from 2003
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Digging a little deeper, I found a more recent picture.

Taken in 2010, She's in the camouflage paint of a NASA chase plane.
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Lucky her!  Sure would like to say hello again.








50 comments:

  1. "Stranger To The Ground" is my favorite Richard Bach book; his description of his night flight over France in an F-84 and his memories. On my shelf with the rest of his books.

    Most excellent post and it matched my mood this morning. Your efforts are appreciated.

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    1. I remember that book. Liked it as one of his best.

      Thanks

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    2. F-84 and Richard Bach? Just ordered it. Thanks for the recommendation.

      And just so you know, the seagull book isn't half bad. And I was the only one in my class who got away with doing a book report on it, as it was all about reaching the Zen state and such when doing things. Cross-comparison with some other martial arts Zen books kept me from spiraling down in flames for doing the seagull book.

      Of course, being a nerd, the next book was the first book of the Foundation trilogy, so...

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    3. Yeah, I read it also. Even sorta believed it. Life has changed that belief to some extent. I still believe you can be whatever you want to be...you may have to work (Hard) for it though.

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  2. Thanks for sharing your flight career juvat. What are the odds of your old steed still giving service with NASA.....wonder what she's seen there?

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    1. Chase plane has to be easier on the airframe than daily air to air. But 43 years is an awful long time for any airframe. I hope she's still flying, but then I wish I was still flying.

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  3. So you didn't graduate from UPT during the time when the top 10% got their choice and everyone else went into the bucket and came out random? Or was your UPT class unusually large? Mine at Moody had three Geraniums in it...

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    1. No, Jimmuh was in charge and the drawdown had commenced. The top 10% rule was encouraged, but not required. With small class sizes, (25 in my case), that meant 2-3. I had heard rumors that class rankings would be shuffled slightly if one of the T-37/T-38 commanders really wanted someone. Hence, Major Mitchell's word was helpful.
      I haven't heard or have forgotten, but "Geraniums"?

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    2. Iran. Jimmeh had not done his thing before the start of UPT. We were still under Nixon, and they were one of our reliable allies in the Middle East.

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    3. Ahh, yes we had Iranians at Laughlin. They were in their own class, not intermingled. They were also the inventors of the Iranian 8. Kinda like a Cuban 8 (the figure 8 rotated 90 degrees) only not rotated at all. Problem was, on the backside, the T-38 would go supersonic and the supersonic shock wave going over the rear elevators did not provide enough nose up pressure to recover from the dive. Every student that afternoon got paraded by the wreckage to reinforce the importance of paying attention and even more important, not being stupid.
      This was just before the hostage crisis, so they were still, nominally, our allies.

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  4. My sister dated an Iranian, he was training at Reese. Dad almost got to guard the prince (when he was there). The line up was prince's security force with fully automatic weapons, then the police, then the folks demonstrating against the Shah. Dad said nope.

    Good stuff to read today. I'm needing a bit of encouragement, and this is...

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    1. I was still at Tech when the prince was there. Had to drive by his house to get home. Would regularly get stopped as his convoy came home. And, of course, nobody could be in the Officer's club, 'cept his buds, when he was there. Not a big fan. I'd say your Dad made a smart decision.

      Thanks

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  5. Funny story about t-37's and spins. My IP, "The Doo", were out in the t-37 areas to do spins. We had done them before and I had done it right. So we go through the procedure to enter the spin. As I apply rudder to get it to spin the aircraft snap rolls. I get a little "you did that wrong" and try again. The aircraft snap rolls again. The IP takes the airplane and tries to enter a spin in that direction. The aircraft snap rolls on him. We did not attempt any more spins and did the rest of the training for that flight. Figured the airplane must have been bent some or mis-rigged such that it did that. I did sort of get an apology because it wasn't me but the airplane.

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    1. I do remember in the Maintenance folder (the nomenclature of which escapes me at the moment) of several Tweets that were "not to be used in Spin training". Bent just a little too much out of true, evidently.

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    2. Yep. Was having one of those "Coffee hasn't kicked in" moments this morning.

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  6. Your quote is a paraphrase from Hemingway, one I have on a wall in the house. My class was 77-04 and my sequence was F-100D, F-4C,D,E and F-16A. I preferred the single seats, but spent the longest time in the Rhino. Way too much other experience wrapped around all those to pick a favorite.

    My T-37 IP also had a sweaty moment when demonstrating a spin - got us into an inverted spin and I listened to him huff and puff as he said the recovery procedure out loud. Heh!

    LC LtC

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    1. Thanks, LC. Did I get it close? Haven't read much Hemingway other than what was required in School, and that tended to be involuntarily. My UPT class was 79-03 so we may/probably have crossed paths at some point.

      Hopefully you didn't laugh out loud, merely replayed that moment in your head as he's debriefing you on the long list of screwups you, the student, made on any subsequent rides.

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  7. What a wonderful series of memories Juvat (and completely foreign to me). Thank you for sharing!

    The concept of "The One" works in other things as well. It took me three shinken (Japanese swords with edge, usually non-Japanese make) to find "The One" for which I will never need to buy another.

    It would be kind of fun to see your old plane again.

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    1. TB,
      You're correct. It certainly applies to Mrs J. We celebrated 39 years yesterday. I like and love her more each day.

      Yes, it would.

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  8. Hey Juvat;

    Thanks for the memories, and the flying stories. I liked the "Eagle" it was the first plane since WWII that the Americans built for Air supremacy and their record is unmatched if memory serves. I still think the plane can hold its own against the new stuff that is coming out especially if they keep the new avionics packages coming.

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    1. Last I heard the record was 104-0. Many aircraft have a higher number of kills, but none of them have O aircraft lost in air to air combat.

      As someone once said, however, "It's not the crate that matters, it's the man, I mean, person in the crate that matters." So...you could very well be right.

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  9. Wow. We must have crossed paths at Moody, I was there '82 - '86, acft maintenance. Looks like the MY rhino you're showing has one of my 'buck.19' (ALQ-119) ECM pods in the LFMW.
    Wife and I enjoyed Moody and closest town Valdosta. Told myself if I was ever independently wealthy I'd have a winter home there and a summer home in La Crosse WI. Maybe the next lottery ticket. (grin)
    I remember the squadron re-number. Stupid. Change important history (they whacked Yamamoto, after all) to something generic.

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    1. I was there '81 to '85, so I'd say that's quite likely.

      Yeah, there was a lot of memorabilia in the squadron building that I didn't know about from the Squadron in WWII in the South Pacific. All had to be packed up and sent to the Museum at Wright Patt. Perfect job for a new Lt to do. But....I did get to look at it all which was kinda fun.

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  10. Got to fly in a friend's rebuilt Cessna 152 (like the one in the photo, but older, and rebuild badly, which was scary, as he is a rocket engineer who worked for NASA, ULA and now Blue Origin) and, well, it must have been bent like some of those tweety birds.

    Air Nat Guard A-37s and both AF and NASA T-38s used to come and go all the time at Patrick AFB in the mid to late 70s. Along with ANG A-7s. Only an occasional F-4 series though. Always thought that getting killed by a Cessna was just the epitomy of suckage, I mean, first you got deaded and then to show up wherever you end up at and have all the souls and soul-less laugh at you for eternity for having got deaded by a friggin Cessna. What next, have someone pot your arse from a Piper Bird-Dog, or drop a rock from an ultralight?

    I like the lines of all the aircraft, even the lowly T-37. But the T-38 and the F-15 just look fast even when on the ground. The F-4 looks 'grumpy' on the ground and like a bull in the air.

    I sure do miss living near a military airport.

    As to your Eagle flying for a long time with NASA, well, they're still flying some B-57s, in the guise of WB-57-JSBs, an upgraded version of the WB-57-D. So hopefully your Eagle will last as long or longer than you. Which means you need to live a long time, please.

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    1. Yeah, it would be kinda nice to run into her again, if only to just say hello. Fortunately the low level route that Casa Juvat sits under fills the need to see milair in flight. Had a C-130 say hello mid-week last.

      The F-4 was pretty much a "bull in the air", rock solid down low, but you really had to force her to turn. Took some getting used to.

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  11. So those Hornets didn't do well against you? But they were 3-wet, so they could do it longer! I get to see MilAir pretty regularly across the bay, but all the Jets are gone from North Island so it's just helos, which are rather boring to watch. During CQ it gets a little noisier with some pointy nose stuff to look at though.

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    1. Not really, we were so much cleaner, we didn't need burner as much. Even though it was my last flight, debrief was a couple of hours long. We viewed all four videos and pointed out errors (on both sides) as well as missed opportunities on theirs. They were good about it, and I think they brought a lot of info back with them to the boat (Midway?) about 4th gen opponents.

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    2. Never needed burner in "many motors"!!!

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    3. Well, as someone once said "You never need 'em, til you need 'em, THEN you need 'em BAD!"

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  12. The Mx book was a 781. And it wasn't you who disconnected the Tweet's fuel quantity amplifier so he could go skiing at Colorado Springs, on a cross country, was it? On second thought, it was out of Perrin -- got me a T-33 flight with a pilot sniffling and snerking into the mic all the way out and back. All that for a 5-minute troubleshoot and fix.

    And any bird that get's tipped back on its butt for a nose wheel change doesnt deserve USAF markings. :-)

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    1. Yep, the 781, another piece of now useless information taking up memory with just enough juice left to transmit "You know this one don't you?" to the CPU. This has been getting more and more frequent lately.

      On the other hand, you got a ride in a T-33 didn't you?

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  13. One of your best posts juvat.

    I noticed we were close to going over 3 mil, when you texted me I had an "Aw shit, I missed it moment." When I saw your text I was out on the pier, doing Navy things. It's been fun.

    Best place I was ever at for seeing lots and lots of aircraft was Offutt in Nebraska. F-14s, F-4s, B-1s, B-52s, SR-71, F-16s, F-15s, even a Ju-52 one day.

    Still get to see the occasional ANG C-130 out of Quonset. I miss hearing the thunder of a military engine, piston or jet. Seen the Osprey a couple of times too.

    Again, great post, thanks!

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  14. yeah, Saturday was a little busy round Rancho Juvat. Tutoring my hay guy through his college How to use Office 101 course. He's a bit AD/HD with an added touch of deaf. But he cuts my hay....So we do what we do. I tried to stay away from headquarters bases on my cross countries. Excellent chance of unintentionally irritating some staff wienie somewhere, somehow. Sorry if I left you high and dry on the "Sound of Freedom".
    Thanks.

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  15. I did my first spin in a Cessna 152. The next one was five years later in a Piper Tomahawk (AKA 'Traumahawk'). It was an inadvertent entry and then I couldn't remember the recovery steps. Since I'm writing this, you can assume I did eventually remember. My next course of instruction was Aerobatics and Unusual Attitudes. -- ArmChairExpert1332

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    1. Yep, had a few Aw. Sh!7! moments myself. I always found the first step in recovery from them was to take a deep breath and look at the Altimeter. That helped define the options, the options helped define the actions and the action decided the outcome. I'm still here, as are you, so...Better to be lucky than good! ;-)
      Thanks ACE

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  16. Let me chime in late w. my own Laughlin T-37 story but first note I got my one & only T-33 "dollar ride" @ AFROTC "summer camp" @ Lockbourne AFB in summer, '65. AT Laughlin I was chosen as the SQ CO's only student/"stud." The good news was that rumour had it that only the NO student was chosen as the CO had a lot on his hands & couldn't afford to babysit a weak sister. The bad news was that other opinions held the weak sister was given him so as to wash him out faster as the CO would eventually have to pass muster anyway. Which one was I? I did NOT feel at ease as I was under no illusions as to being first in class. (Heh, my IP in T-41s, an old ex-crop duster, said to me: "I'm either going to make you NO1 in your class or I'm gonna wash you out." Ooook, I thought..) And the fact I was sitting in my chair alone w. Maj Brown w. the entire rest of the class watching thru the plate glass gathered 4 to a desk w. their IPs in the day room didn't help my comfort factor either. Major Brown was a giant Bear of a man w. a gruff demeanor to match. Our initial conversation began w.the Maj. covering the basics of what he expected followed by "...and I understand you've already met my wife. " Chills went down my spine. You see that weekend the very day before some of us single guys had been in Ciudad Acuna and we spotted two lovely "mateurs" whom we good-naturedy made a complementary pass at. They seemed quite amused & flattered, but when they introduced themselves they turned out to be the wives of our Sq CO & XO respectively. Oppsie! So when Maj Brown uttered those words (and he wasn't smiling) I could see my AF career ending before it began, circling the you.know,what. Oh well.. PS. Maj Brown taught spin recovery slightly differently, believing it was all too easy to get disoriented in the spin and apply the wrong rudder, making things infininately worse, so taught shoving the stick straight forward to the inst panel, rudders neutral & recover when ac was wings level. First time I tried I shoved the stick forward so hard it DID hit the Inst panel, prompting the Maj.. to chortle: "You really DID try to break the panel, didn't you?" LOL! PPS: It being the height of the Vietnam war the maj. of our class went pipeline to F-4 RTUs I ended up at George AFB, in "happy" Apple Valley, CA. Our First in class (who almost washed out in T-37 phase due to freq airsickness--go figure) was a red-head collegiate track star miler from Seattle. Unfortunately only remember his first name, Larry. He chose 105s & his reward was to be KIA on 23rd msn North in Route Pack VI. RIP Larry!!!

    Thus endeth my Tweety Bird Tales..

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    1. Interesting story, VX. 13 years later, the Spin Recovery procedure was a Bold Face procedure. (For non AF pilot folks, a Bold Face procedure is to be performed EXACTLY as the manual specifies. While I remember the Bold Face for F-4 Spin Recovery completely, the only part of the Tweet one was Rudder full opposite spin direction (turn needle).)

      I think the first step in the Bold Face was along the lines of Stick full forward, ailerons neutral. But that was also basically the F-4's recovery, so I may be mixing the two. I do remember the aero instructor said Breaking the stall was crucial. So maybe your CO brought about a change in the procedure sometime between your UPT days and mine.

      Thanks, VX

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    2. VX, when were you at GAFB? I started there in 1964 (68TFS, 8TFW) became an IP in early 66 after getting my practicum in "air to ground attack tactics" over Hanoi etal.
      I too had a flight instructor Flight CO who was determined to get rid of me. Me being a rather "mild mannered fellow" when sober. He was my absolute opposite. The briefings were hell, and as soon as the canopy was locked down I was a no good SOB, etc., etc. Talk about the need to change. On my final trial, I had the stan eval guy give me the first encouraging briefing I'd had in all of Basic training in the experimental (at the time) T-38. He laid down on the wing while I did the walk around and we flew off. I passed. In a few months got my precious wings. What a guy, Major Applebee. My former IP went on to get four stars somehow. I guess he was good at something.

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    3. I won't venture to guess what your former IP was good at, but I would bet it involved kissing something other than lips. Just sayin'.

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  17. PPS to juvat/ One generational advantage our UPT class had was that it was at height if Vietnam war when losses were so high that they were desperate for aircrews NOW, so waived weeks-long survival/SERE school out of Fairchild in god-foresaken Mtns west of Spokane, saying we'd catch up in "Snake School" once arriving Clark. When I finally hit the Sq in DaNang one early morn I didn't quite understand their hardly suppressed eagerness to see me. When I quizzically commented on this the ans came: "Yeah, we've already had 7(iirc)KIAs this week. It was Wednesday...morning.. w. some sorties North still out & yet to recover. "Welcome to the sunny, sunny skies of Vietnam" I thought to myself..

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    1. I saw the same thing from a slightly different point of view VX. One of my earliest means of making money was to babysit. To set the timing, I watched the "That's one small step for man..." while babysitting. The Family I baby sat was the Motts. Capt Mott was an IP in my Dad's flight. He went to Vietnam (As a FAC I believe) and was shot down and captured. It was difficult to try to explain to the two kids that Daddy wasn't coming home for a while and tap-dancing around the "if ever". Unfortunately the experience was too much for them and He and His Wife divorced a couple of years after his return. It rattled me a bit also, brought home the whole, death/POW issue is more than just a statistic.

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  18. I greatly enjoy your flying stories! I was a Flight Surgeon from the mid-80’s until my retirement on 1999. Most of my time was in F-16D’s, but I really liked the few T-38 rides I was able to beg, borrow and steal. On final, the sweet spot was a nice, fore/aft oscillation of the stick that told you that you on AOA. Awesome!

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    1. Our Kadena Flight Surgeon was a very hand's on guy. He'd fly any chance he got and since I usually drove the "Family Model", we usually flew together. With a little coaching, he was a pretty good stick. I even let him try a little Defensive BFM once. I graded him, unofficially of course, as "Pretty Good, not Great". I was comfortable that if something happened to me, Birdstrike whatever, he could get me home and on the ground relatively safely, provided he didn't get any "Stupid" guidance from above.

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    2. We too, haad a great flight surgeon staff at Itazuke AB in the early 60's. We got to take them around in the TF-102. We could go most anywhere we anted to except, of course, Kadena and Clark. They were deemed too far away. I lived in a house with four other fighter pilots and one flight surgeon. The good doctor fit right in. Wouldn't trade those years for anything.
      From Itazuke to George in 1964. Thence - you know where.

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    3. D4, the rational human being side of me doesn't envy your next assignment. The fighter pilot's side wonders "what if?"

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    4. Shot up, but never shot down! Yaaay!

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    5. As I've said before, I'd rather be lucky than good, luck is more reliable. Glad you made it.

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