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Friday, November 17, 2023

Back in the Day, USAF Style - The One Where I Ride The Line Truck

One of my old friends.
The "WP" tail code indicates that this bird belonged to the 8th Tactical Fighter Wing (Wolf Pack)
out of Kunsan AB, Republic of Korea. (Best air wing ever ...)
(Source)
Those of you of a more attentive nature will be realizing (about now) that yes, it's another rerun. Back in the days shortly after the Earth cooled and the first life forms emerged from the primordial sea to work on the mighty F-4D Phantom II. These were the men and women of the Weapon Control Systems shop.

Later, aircrew evolved in order to operate this mighty beast and (drum roll please) give the Pentagon a reason for building golf courses on Air Force bases. But no, they didn't evolve from simple fungi, those were the non-flight line types in the USAF which did that.

Anyhoo, I really liked this story (and damn it, it's all true, every word). SO, you get a re-run. (Hey, it's free.)



This is a tale of the one, and only, time in my entire Air Force career where I performed duties in direct and immediate support of flight operations. 'Tis a tale I will tell my grandchildren (and mightily bored they'll be*).
Before we begin however, there are certain details of a somewhat "technical" nature which must be addressed. (Now, now don't shy away gentle reader, this will be brief and painless. Besides which, it has pictures!) For this tale involves the AN/ASG-22 Lead Computing Optical Sight which was used on the aircraft upon which I used to labor to keep in a combat effective state.

This is the front seat, the pilot's seat, in the F-4D Phantom II jet aircraft as operated by the Air Force of the United States of America in the time period during which I was assigned to Kadena AB, Japan and Kunsan AB, Korea.


The arrow labeled "1" is pointing to the "combining glass". The "pipper**" (see picture below, not the actual F-4D sight picture but close enough) is projected upon said glass for the pilot to see as he looks towards the pointy (business) end of his (or her) mighty aerial steed. (It should be noted that the ladies did not get to fly fighters when I worked on fighters. More's the pity.)


Now the arrow labeled "2" points to the general vicinity of a little "door" in the pilot's radar scope, behind which lived one of these -


Yes, boys and girls, a simple light bulb. Which provided the illumination to project the sight image upon the combining glass. Keep this in mind as what I have just told you is critical to understanding the rest of this story!

Now one fine day in the Land of the Morning Calm (Korea), I and my comrades-in-arms were sitting around our shop awaiting the labors of the day to commence. Now my normal post was in the Radar Calibration hangar which was about 75 yards away from our main shop. As there was no "customer" in the hangar I had naught to do but wait upon the whims and desires of our tempestuous shop chief, TSgt Skip.

Don't get me wrong, Skip was an awesome guy to work for. It's just that at times he could be a bit, come si dice, "demanding". (As was his right, after all he was the boss and was responsible for ensuring the care and feeding of two squadrons worth of aircraft Weapon Control Systems - WCS.)

I suppose I should explain (briefly) the organization of the maintenance organization in an Air Force tactical fighter wing of that era. Now there were two organizations which contained aircraft maintenance troops. The Component Repair Squadron (CRS - my outfit) which was responsible for the alignment, repair and calibration of the various aircraft systems. Then there was the Aircraft Generation Squadron (AGS), or the "Others" as I liked to call them. These poor bastards actually worked outdoors, in all sorts of horrid weather, directly on the aircraft themselves.

While my crew and I did actually work directly on the aircraft, it was in the sheltered comfort of a hangar. Not heated for sure, but being out of the wind (especially in Korea, in the winter) was a blessing not to be sneezed at. Now the other half of our shop was called "The Mock-Up". Picture a lab-type environment with test equipment and such, surrounding an aircraft radar system mounted on a bench in the center of the lab.

Now we Radar Cal guys, if we could not align a unit in situ would dismount it and drag it down to the Mock-Up guys. Of course, they would always try to align it themselves and sometimes actually succeed. For we Radar Cal guys were considered just one evolutionary step above your common, flight-line-type knuckledragger. The Mock-Up types were lordly type folk who seldom ever dirtied their dainty hands on filthy "airplanes" and were far too fragile and precious to actually (gasp) go outside, into the elements.

Now on the bottom of the WCS food chain were the poor guys and gals who got assigned to AGS. The AGS folk worked outside, on the flight-line in any and all sorts of weather, day and night, etc. etc. That is, of the multiple places a WCS person could go, AGS was the last choice. The AGS troops were bossed around by nasty "nose-pickers" (that's what we Lords of Avionics called the hard-working, under-appreciated aircraft crew chiefs, what you aquatic types call "plane captains") and generally only had time to read the aircrew's write-up in the aircraft forms (the 781s), fire the system up, run BIT checks and then pull the part they suspected was causing the errant behavior. Normally the most-removed part was the Synchronizer (the Sync as we called it). And 9 times out of 10 it was the Sync. Normally it could be aligned and re-installed. Sometimes it had to be shipped back to the depot for repair and the Mock-Up folk would order, then issue a reconditioned Sync to go back on the jet. (The Sync is shown in the next picture.)


Normally, WCS troops were rotated from one organization to another when re-assigned from one base to another. Normally. I was somewhat unique in that I had gone from CRS on Kadena to CRS on Kunsan. My orders to Korea did say "AGS" but somehow the aforementioned TSgt Skip got them changed. I had been to Korea and worked with Skip before, on temporary duty from Okinawa. Skip knew me and trusted me. And I had demonstrated a certain knack for the Radar Calibration game. As the much loved (hated?) Coach Bill Belichick might have said, "It is what it is."

So, after that long explanation, we're back to "I and 
my comrades-in-arms were sitting around our shop awaiting the labors of the day to commence". It was then that the phone rang, Skip answered the phone, went semi-apoplectic, calmed down, said "I guess so" a number of times and then said, "When you're ready come by the shop and pick him up."

All heads came up, swiveled towards Skip with a collective "Huh?"

Skip looked directly at me, said "Grab your field jacket and come with me". Crap! The others, naturally all sniggered or sighed with relief and went back to reading "Stars and Stripes", I grabbed my field jacket.

Skip rummages in a tool box and hands me one of these -

and one of these -


It is then that my fate dawns on me... I am to "ride the line truck". I looked at Skip with a somewhat pleading look. He looked back at me, with his steely gaze, and said, "I know Sarge but I need Dave in here with me and Ted's too stupid to know what to do. You're all I've got at the moment. AGS says that it's 'our turn', I'll sort them out later. For now..."

"Got ya Boss..."

So I donned my field jacket and took up my bulb and screwdriver and awaited the arrival of "the line truck" (see next picture, it's not an Air Force van but it is exactly the same type of vehicle I was awaiting.)


The line truck arrives, I climb in. This is going to be painful. The driver, aka "the line chief" is, of course, a nose picker. The line chief is always a nose picker. It's what they do. I head to one of the bench seats in the back and settle myself. Bulb in one hand, stubby screwdriver in the other. Held aloft as if being presented to some invisible presence. The line chief notices, the van stops.

"What the Hell are you doing?"

"Just being ready chief, just being ready."

The van drives on, the line chief is muttering something about "fudge" and "WCS troops". Not sure what that was all about.

Now mind you, you should remember where the bulb is used. You should also remember the little door on the side of the pilot's radar scope, behind which the bulb lives. (If you've forgotten, go back and re-read that first bit, I'll wait here for you.)

Now the stubby screwdriver is used to open that little door, so you can swap out the little bulb, which provides the illumination source for the pilot's lead computing optical sight, which the pilot uses to drop bombs, strafe bad guys and such. So that little bulb is kind of important. It is also the only thing which WCS can easily change WITHOUT GROUNDING THE AIRCRAFT for an appreciable length of time.

Yes, the radar may be "broke dick", the Electronic Counter Measures (ECM) system may be on the fritz, but if the crew of an F-4D had an operating gun sight, they could put bombs on target with a very good chance of success. No gun sight, no launch. Fortunately, swapping out that bulb took all of five minutes, on a bad day. The poor bastard who had to ride the line truck for WCS seldom, if ever, got called out to the jet. Perhaps once in a thousand aircraft "goes" does a WCS guy get to show his mettle.

I'll bet you can guess what happened the day Your Humble Scribe rode the line truck.

Ten minutes into my sentence ride, a call comes in over the radio. "Aircraft such-and-such, no gun sight". The line chief responds that we're on the way. As we drive off, the chief looks at me, still holding bulb and stubby screwdriver at "present arms" and mutters, "I'll be damned..."

We arrive at the aircraft. I put on my headset and dismount the vehicle. Over to the crew chief I go and bellow over the noise of the jet's two powerful J-79 engines, "I NEED YOU TO SHUT DOWN NUMBER ONE!" (That would be the port-side J-79, in front of which I need to climb up for to check the bulb.)

Crew chief talks to the pilot, pilot shakes his head "No". Crew chief bellows this at me, I point out that "NO ENGINE OFF, NO SIGHT FIX! TELL THE A$$HOLE THAT!" Crew chief informs the proud aviator of this simple fact of safety, no doubt tells the knight of the air just how much a J-79 costs to repair, and you see the pilot's shoulders slump, and you hear what sounds remarkably like a jet engine spooling down.

Pilot nods to crew chief, crew chief slaps me on the shoulder. And I'm off.

Striding manfully to the jet, I climb the ladder, arriving at the front cockpit, I nod to the pilot (a Major by the way, that would be the equivalent of a LCDR to you aquatic types) and turn to survey the situation with that there AN/ASG-22 Lead Computing Optical Sight, one each.

'Lo and behold and what to my wondering eyes should appear but the "pipper", proudly displayed for all the world to see. I adjusted the dimmer switch, pipper would get bright, pipper would get dim. Nothing wrong with it, nothing at all. At this point I turn to the man what be in charge of flying this here modern marvel of an aircraft and note that he is wearing something which has been forbidden by all and sundry in the aviation community whilst actually in operation of an Air Force issue F-4D Phantom II fighter jet -
Yes, what be the pride of our silk-scarved air warriors, a pair of aviator sunglasses. A pair of POLARIZED aviator sunglasses. Why were these forbidden to our mighty fighter pilots? If you were wearing these, you would NOT be able to see the pipper. I don't know the scientific reason, I just know that polarized sunglasses are verboten when in the front seat of a mighty Phantom.

So do I tell the pilot, this Major, this aerial warrior that he needs to take his sunglasses off. For they are forbidden to you. No. Of course not, where's the humor in that? What would be the point of this story? Did I think to myself, "Forgive him, for he believes that the customs of his tribe are the laws of nature!" No.

I turn to the pilot and with thumb and forefinger of my right hand, grip said offending sunglasses by the bridge and gently pull them off of our Phantom-driver's rugged visage. Leaning back slightly, to allow the pilot to see his combining glass, I bellow "CAN YOU SEE IT NOW?"

Our air warrior blanches, gives an apologetic nod of his head and holds his hand out in supplication, his silent gesture telling me he'd like his sunglasses back. I handed them to him with a stern look. He placed said sunglasses in a pocket of his flight suit and then snapped the visor of his helmet down. The visor which was designed to protect the pilot's eyes from glare and still allow him to see the gun sight. He bellows at me "THANKS SARGE, I'M AN IDIOT!"

With smiles and salutes we part ways, him to vault into the heavens and dance on silvered wings, etc. etc. Me to return to the bowels of the line truck. To return to my never ending vigil, awaiting the next time a gun sight is in distress and a pilot cannot launch. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.

The end result was that the wing commander reissued the "no sunglasses" edict.

Oh, and I never had to ride the line truck again.

Go figure ...




*Guess the movie, the actor, his character and the scene that line is from(Sorry,  no prizes, no glory., just the satisfaction of being a "know-it-all")
** The pipper is, in actuality the little dot in the center of the sight. We just called the whole thing "the pipper".

34 comments:

  1. I recall from "When Thunder Rolled" that Raz launched one time without a gunsight. It never occurred to him not to go because four airplanes were the standard package. Four airplanes have mutual support and good lookout. Four airplanes bring more bombs to the target and improve the odds of not having to go again the next day. His flight needed four airplanes and so Raz went even without a gunsight.....and he nailed the target!

    - Victor

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    1. It can be done, especially by the really good ones like Raz. But in peacetime training, I'm thinking you don't want to take the chance of bombs "drifting" off the range.

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    2. Especially since the Thud's were pretty much used exclusively in NVN. Once you got in-country everything was a target. And if your dive angle and airspeed were correct, the pipper is pretty much refinement only. Pickle on altitude and since you're carrying 12-24 bombs, some of them are going to hit the target.
      The most important reason to go is a 4 ship is more mutually supported than a 3 ship. For the mathematicians in the group, ~25% better.
      But Holy Hell would have been raised if you'd done that on a peace time range mission.

      juvat

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    3. Of course, if one was flying a Buff with a big belly bomb load, 12-24 bombs weren't jack shiite...
      }:-]

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    4. Yup, Raz went because he didn't want to jeopardize the flight with a 3 ship. He pressed the target (POL storage) that time and used the pitot tube in front of the Thud as an impromptu sight. AFAIK, the Thud normally carried either 6 bombs (750 or 500 pounders) or a pair of M-118 3,000 pound demolition bombs when going into NVN.

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  2. Nice choice for a rerun Sarge, a chuckle is a good way to start the day.

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  3. That is why the issue aviator sunglasses were non-polarized No. 2 Grey lenses. Optical combining systems and headsup displays use polarization to combine images.

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  4. Fortunately, I didn't have to start wearing glasses until my last year of flying or so. Talk about a PITA! Flying a fighter is hard work. Hard work means you sweat...profusely. Sweat on glasses es no bueno. Can't see the bad guy. Sweat on face means glasses slide down nose. Raising your hand at 9 g's to push them back into place without stabbing your self in the eye is quite a feat.

    Sunglasses or regular glasses, that is the question. If regular glasses, you need to put the visor down. That's three pieces of light diffusers between you and the target. (Remember you don't see the target, you see the light reflected off the target. More diffusion, less seeing. Less seeing=very bad). I would usually fly with the sunglasses on and regular glasses in my left leg pocket of my g-suit. Why there? Because I need my right hand to fly the airplane. My left handles the throttles, so much easier to free up. I could generally manage to swap glasses in about 30 seconds. A lifetime in air to air combat.

    All in all, it took quite a bit of time to get used to glasses. Can't live without them now, but then again I'm not generally traveling at 500 Knots.
    juvat

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    1. I can't imagine having to try and aviate in a fighter while wearing glasses. I remember a photo of Lex in the Kfir, you could see his reading glasses hanging from his harness. Someone pointed that out, Lex was somewhat mortified. Both at having to have them to fly and at his advancing age.

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    2. Never mind glasses. There was a WW1 fighter pilot with one eye. Exams were simpler then. Looking at the chart, he covered the same eye with his right hand, then with his left hand. The Doc never noticed.

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    3. More than one, in both world wars.

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  5. My brother was some type of electronics technician in the Air Force. He worked on radars, and was even consulted if a military contractor had a new system to sale. He rejected a few, and his recommendations were followed.

    I once asked him what did he do if a second lieutenant decided to push his authority. He told me he would just tell them to pound sand, but his way of saying that had a much more vulgar use of words. According to him, the higher ranking officers left him alone, since they knew better.

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    1. Good 2nd Lieutenants learned from their NCOs and more senior officers. Or they were perpetually ignored.

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    2. Crusty Old TV Tech again. Rephrasing...Good Margarine Bars learned from (sometimes painful, always enlightening) teching moments with sharp NCO's, and from more senior officers only as approved and corrected by Sarge!

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  6. May be a rerun, but I am olde and do not recall ever seeing this before. Thanks for a wonderful "new" old story.
    JB

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    1. Some of the old posts haven't been seen by the new crowd.

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  7. Also don't remember it. I have a love-hate relationship with polarized sunglasses. For a while, things were ok, couldn't see thing, tip head, get polarization aligned, all good. Now they seem to be all circular, and that trick doesn't work.

    (What I want is trifocals: top polarized, center gray, bottom clear. Eye team says they are not made, but a great idea. Shrug.)

    I hope my current night vision problem is cataracts.

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    1. I don't wear sunglasses anymore. Left retina is really messed up, sunglasses make it worse. The Missus Herself has difficulties with night vision. Both of her eyes were repaired for cataracts. She still has problems. Perhaps it takes a while?

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  8. Aquatic types? Hilarious. First use here? I can't say I've seen it before (or noticed when you originally posted it). I like it.

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    1. As the first usage was in this post (back in March of 2013), it's been around. I just haven't (to my knowledge) used it since. As you like it, I shall use it again. 😁

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    2. Well..."Squids" is such an ugly word. Aquatic types is SO non-controversial.
      juvat

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    3. Crusty Old TV Tech here. We had similar names for our web footed Nayvey cousins..."Anchor Clanker" was the cleanest!

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  9. Hopefully, at least one pilot had a lesson he would never forget.

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  10. Well, I'm hoping to contribute something that will be fun to read. It seems I've been napping more of late, having gained so much weight with the micro pacemaker and all (a few grams. at most). Maybe it's the Tylenol and Bacardi Eight-year-old.
    Two days ago, I said to meself - "Fuzz they need to know what you think about hydraulics in the mighty Phantom!" (Answer, I like all of them and their pressure). Then yesterday, "Fuzz, they need to know what you think about reticles!" (Answer, they're handy, but if you have Capt. Jesse C. Locke as your flight commander and drinking instructor, you know how to use a grease pencil as well). I actually wrote of reticles here,

    https://davesdailys.blogspot.com/2009/10/milk-run-all-shook-up.html

    and hydraulicals here,

    https://davesdailys.blogspot.com/2009/11/milk-run-heading-home.html

    I hope this clears up and doubt someone may have had about me not caring to enter in to the conversation. I've even put my watch on so's I can relate more coherently to whatever Tuna or Juvat have to add.

    Thanks for the prayers, it's working out and He is still in charge.

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    1. Massive contribution there, LtFuzz. Always good to know how the stuff was used when the bullets are real and people and things get blown up.

      Continue to get well, Sky Six has the conn.

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