Christmas Break, DEC 1968-Why I Love the NavyClaude Newland, Rustic19 |
Christmas Break, DEC
1968 - Why I Love the Navy
Before
departing Webb AFB for Christmas leave, I gave some thought as
to what I might do while home. It occurred to me that as a 2nd- lieutenant
pilot
who had just soloed the T-37, I might just be somebody. A
presumptive thought, no doubt! Therefore, I took all my
flying gear home with me. My audacious plan was to see if the
Navy would take me flying in one of their F-4 fighter aircraft
at San Diego’s Miramar Naval Air Station. This seemed like a
long shot, but what the heck. I had a current altitude chamber
card, flight suit, boots and gloves, an Air Force ID, a copy of
my flight records, and a daring spirit. Nothing ventured,
nothing gained!
After arriving home, I called up one of the squadrons at
Miramar. I believe it was a Friday. When the officer-of-the-day
answered, I explained who I was and presented my request. He
explained that the F-4 units at Miramar were all Replacement
Training Units with a training mission, Therefore, they rarely
had an open rear cockpit. The backseats were usually filled with
naval radar intercept officers receiving training in the rear
cockpit. The officer-of-the-day took my name and phone number
and said they’d get back to me if something became available.
Well, I figured, “Nice try. I’ll never hear from them!”
Much to my surprise on the following Monday I got a phone call
from Miramar asking if I’d like to go flying with them the next
day. My immediate answer was, “When and where do I report?”
The next day I reported early to the squadron and learned I
would be flying in the back seat of the flight leader of a
four-ship of F-4s. To this day, I’m embarrassed to say that I
don’t recall the name of the pilot I flew with, but he was
special. What was remarkable about him was that he was one of
the few rated flight surgeon instructor pilots in the military.
On this particular mission he was leading a four-ship of F-4s.
They were to rendezvous with a navy A-4 tanker in one of the
off-shore refueling tracks over the Pacific Ocean. This would be
student pilots first refueling mission. It would prove to be
most interesting.
After an impressive, detailed, and fast-paced mission briefing,
followed by a short briefing on the F-4 ejection seat, I found
myself climbing up the ladder into the rear cockpit of an F-4
Phantom. The crew chief assisted me with the strap-in. What an
amazing feeling. Dreams do come true. When the afterburner
kicked in on takeoff, I was in awe. I never thought I’d be doing
this. Little did I know I’d be flying my own F-4 years
later.
The
F-4s took off individually and then rejoined on the leader. This
was my first experience flying a tactical mission and I was all
eyes and ears. It was also the first time I had ever flown in a
formation with other aircraft. It was impressive.
We
rendezvoused with an A-4 tanker aircraft in the off-shore tanker
track. The flight leader kicked the formation out into a loose
route formation. This allowed the students space to comfortably
observe each other’s progress. As briefed, the instructor took
fuel first. He demonstrated how it was done. He slowly moved
back into the pre-contact position. He stabilized, and then
slowly moved forward to plug his refueling probe into the A-4’s
refueling basket which trailed approximately 50 feet behind the
A-4.. The instructor made it look easy. He quickly “stuck” the
refueling basket and started taking gas. After a short while, he
disconnected by backing away, stabilized, and then moved forward
to once again connect with the basket. Spot on.
Unlike
the
Air Force F-4’s refueling receptacle which is located above and
behind the rear cockpit and requires the tanker boom operator to
“stick” the fighter’s receptacle, the Navy F-4’s refueling probe
is located just to the right and a bit forward of the rear
cockpit. It is like an arm that sticks out the window of a car.
This gave me a close-up view of the action. The pilot has to
guide the refueling probe into the tanker basket. If he hits the
side of the basket, the basket usually goes into a flailing
motion and becomes unstable, thus making a connection almost
impossible. The solution is to back off, stabilize, and try
again.
Now
it was the students turn. One by one they cycled through the
refueling position. That’s when the fun began. Since it was
their first time, they were all over the sky trying to stick the
probe. On their first attempt they usually missed the probe or
hit it on its side sending it careening off laterally.
Eventually, they all got their required hook-ups.
After
everyone got their gas, I was in for another surprise. The
flight leader cleared the three students off to return to base
while we remained in the area for some air work. The instructor
started doing aileron rolls, loops and barrel rolls. He gave me
a “heads up” on each maneuver so I was properly prepared for
them. This was cool! Next, I heard the pilot loudly call out a
bogey…and the Navy’s Big Sky theory took over. Before I knew
what was happening, we were in a dog fight with another
aircraft. Someone had just entered our airspace looking for a
rumble.
My
pilot immediately went into a full air–to–air combat mode. Our
aircraft started maneuvering violently as he alternately pulled
four and five g’s, unloaded, turned, pulled g’s again and then
jinked and turned to avoid the adversary. He was doing
everything he could to gain the advantage over the other
aircraft. The instructor would periodically call out the bogey’s
position to me, but I had trouble locating him due to all the
maneuvering. Initially, the attacker was behind us, so I had my
head bent around and full back trying to acquire the bandit
visually. My pilot started a long high g pull that kept me
plastered in this position. Once he unloaded g’s, I was able to
get my head forward again. As I swung my head down and around in
an attempt to find the bandit, the pilot started another high g
pull. My head was immediately slammed practically into my lap. I
could not do anything about it until he eased off the g’s.
Finally, he eased off the g’s and I got my eyes back outside of
the cockpit.
Soon,
the engagement was “knocked off” and we resumed level flight. My
thoughts were mostly, “What the heck just happened? This was my
first exposure to air-to-air tactical flying. It was totally
unexpected, and I was pretty much useless in keeping up with
what was happening around me. My situational awareness during
the engagement was almost non-existent. Most of the time I was
pinned in some awkward, uncomfortable position as a result of
being behind the g onset. It made me realize how different it is
riding in a fighter rather than actually flying it yourself. If
you have the control stick in your hand your situational
awareness is much improved. You know what you are going to do
and can properly prepare for the g on-sets before they occur.
In
due time, I was able to collect my thoughts and clear my head as
we headed back to the base. Upon arrival at Miramar, the
instructor demonstrated a carrier approach and landing. Every
navy carrier pilot’s landing, even those on long landlocked
runways, was to be a simulated carrier landing. The pilot held a
steady angle-of-attack glide path on final approach. His goal
was to hit the runway in a marked landing zone--within the same
parameters as those required on a carrier. Painted marking on
the runway highlighted the desired touchdown zone. Carrier
landings invariably lead to a firm, if not a hard, landing, but
that’s the way it’s done onboard ship. That’s the way it was to
be done at Miramar.
After
taxi-in and engine shutdown the mission was complete. What a
great experience! Years later, I came to fully appreciate how
special it was to have been invited to fly with Navy.
“Orientation flights” are not given out freely and in subsequent
years the Air Force regulations and red tape concerning such
fights got pretty strict. The fact that someone at Miramar had
taken my request serious and took the time to call me once an
opening became available was pretty amazing. Ever since then
I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for the Navy.