Monthly Archives: March 2012

OV-10 Bronco and Cessna O-2 Skymaster

First of all thank you all especially xbradtic for the chance to cease being a lurker and occasional reader/contributor.

Dripping my toe in the shallow end:

Plane pr0n is seems popular to add right now, my “welcome aboard” post is some “amateur” plane pr0n. The slide show features the OV-10 Bronco and Cessna O-2 Skymaster aircraft on display at the National Museum of the USAF. Taken during my visit there in January 2012.

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You can learn more about the OV-10 Bronco at the museum here.

A few books on the Bronco here, here and here.

See the OV-10 Bronco Association  to learn even more about this great airplane.

There are quite a few on static throughout the world. A flyable display aircraft can be seen here.

and of course the obligatory Wikipedia page.


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Phantom Pron? I can top that.


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Phantom Pr0n

First post here.

Standby. (Hhhmm, how do I start this thing up? Ah, there it is.)


Alright, everything seems to be spooling up okay.

Okay, let me see if I can at least taxi around the ramp.

Here we go…


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Selling out an ally

Selling Out an Ally

“The United States is leaking information to the media in order to avert an Israeli strike in Iran: The US Administration recently shifted into high gear in its efforts to avert an Israeli strike on Iran’s nuclear facilities by the end of the year. The flood of reports in the American media in recent weeks attests not only to the genuine US fear that Israel intends to realize its threats; moreover, it indicates that the Obama Administration has decided to take its gloves off.”

Wouldn’t it be nice if the Administration took their gloves off when dealing with Russia or Iran.

[XBradTC- I added a title to the post, just to tidy things up]


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Baby Steps

This will be a short, very short blog article. XBrad graciously added me to the list of people as admins, which means I get to tramp my muddy shipfitter boots in here (Lord help us all!). Some of you know me (Byron) from Facebook, some from Lex’s house, God rest his lovely soul. We’ll all get to know each other eventually, and especially since that amazing run we had in Lex’s Facebook page (thanks, Whisper!) That was simply the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen on the internet. Next time someone tells me that Facebook is useless I’m going to get the clue bat out. Think: had it not been for Lex’s FB page, we all would have mourned in silence and alone. With it, we had the support of all the wonderful people that Lex brought together. Now it seems that since the burial and a wonderful burial it was we’ve migrated here. It’s a good thing. There are many fine people, some of the finest I’ve ever known, in the Lexicans. I’d be proud to call you all my friends.

Howdy, friends, I’m Byron!


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Night Jump

Here’s a video I saw over on Kerry McCauley’s Dead Reckoning site. It’s a good look at jumping out of a plane over someplace that you’ve never been to before, loaded for bear. You’ll notice that no one is running, but they’re not dragging ass out the door either. Each guy heading out the door weighs in at about 350 to 450 pounds, depending on how big they are and how much gear they are carrying.

They are in good shape and trying to stay together. When putting paratroopers on the ground, you try to put them in one place, unlike what happened in WWII during the D-day drops. The primary way is to keep them from dispersing, or spreading out, in the air. Once into the air, the paratroopers drift away from each other until they hit the ground. One way to limit dispersal is to drop them from a lower altitude, this limits their time in the air, thus limiting dispersal. Another way to limit dispersal is to slow the plane down while the troops are exiting during the jump run over the drop zone. Moving slower will decrease the distance between paratroopers as the plane will have covers less distance between one jumper and the one that follows him. Finally, the jumpers will attempt to stay close to each other while they’re moving to the door so that they come out quicker with less time and distance traveled between each one.

This is learned behavior that requires training, discipline, and repetition. Airborne combat units are comprised of mostly young men who are wont of competitions in every category to the exclusion of good sense. Like who can empty a plane the fastest. Or which side of the plane can empty faster than the other side. Too close together as they head out the door and the chutes collide and entangle while deploying. This leads to things that are Not Good. It leads to things like having to deploy your reserve parachute and the possibility that someone’s family member may win the life insurance lottery.

It also leads to the paratrooper being focused on getting out quickly to the exclusion of getting out correctly. You are to jump out in a specified manner, said manner being for the good order and discipline of the jump.

And the jumpers body.

When you jump you are to try to jump up and out. Six inches up and thirty-six inches out. This gets you out into the wind stream far enough away from the bird so that you don’t reconnect with it again once you’ve exited. Failure to get up 6 and out 36 is known as a weak exit, which is not only considered unmanly (or poorly executed for our female airborne out there) but will cause you to twist while the parachute is deploying as well as hitting the outside of the bird. Bouncing off the outside of the bird will give you some hit points of damage with chance for a saving throw. Like a bloody nose, broken nose, broken arms, etc. Bouncing off the bird gives off a loud thump that your comrades inside will hear, announcing your weakness for one and all. Said performance will haunt you, especially in venues where alcohol is flowing.

Your colleagues won’t remember who won American Idol five years ago, but they will remember your trip down the side of the plane collecting rivet marks on your face as you went.

At every jump. Where they always brief about weak exits.

Twists in the parachute will cause a couple of things to happen. One, the best of such things, is that you will be unable to control your parachute until you untwist your risers and suspension lines. They teach you to bicycle with your legs to get yourself twirling so that the twists will untwist. You drift willy-nilly until that happens, away from your friends. In a hostile situation, do you really want to be the one deer away from the herd? The other likely thing is that with too many twists the parachute will be unable to open. Again, this leads to things that are Not Good. When the parachute deploys but does not open (think inflate), then you are a like a very heavy seed pod falling with only a nylon streamer above you to slow you down. For that reason this type of parachute malfunction is called a streamer. Nothing you ask for at Christmas. Once again, someone that you know may win the life insurance lottery.

You should pull the ripcord on your reserve parachute Real Soon Now.

Real Soon.

You may get to watch the abbreviated version of your life starring you. Or not.

For those of you that are plane drivers, this is the paratrooper equivalent of the Martin-Baker option. Except that you don’t initiate this activity by riding a mortar round out of a jet within arms length of a couple hundred pounds of canopy that may or may not have separation anxiety.

It’s a dangerous business when you perform all the steps correctly, more so when you don’t. But I digress.

So, you train said meatsuits of testosterone knuckleheads (been there, done that) to stay close, but not too close.

Back at the ranch, the sky is full of our highly motivated horde of Mom’s finest boys heading to earth with the anticipation of wupping ass on someone. Trying to stay close while in the air, but not too close,  looking to see if anyone on the ground is running your way looking like your prom dates father when he caught you with his pride and joy. Also looking to see how far above the ground you are so you’ll know when to release your rucksack. Your ruck is probably 100 lbs or more of fun and games for your pleasure while you’re busy the next few days. Paratroopers usually jump in behind enemy lines so if you ain’t got it, you must not have needed it, ’cause you ain’t gonna get any more for awhile.

The more plebeian of you may be heard to observe that this means that you deliberately got yourself surrounded by the enemy. That would be one way to look at it. The airborne way to view it is “have those poor bastards surrounded from the inside”. While most of the Big Army folks would not do this sort of thing, this is how the airborne mission starts, de rigeur as it were. This is one of the reasons that paratroopers are so self-confident (I’ve heard the term cocky used by unenlightened non-airborne souls). Their job is to start out surrounded and cut off. After jumping out of a “perfectly good airplane”. It takes a certain type of person to live that as a way of life, and they develop a special camaraderie because of it.

Unlike HALO jumping, this parachute possesses the flight characteristics of an improved rock. It’s not really steerable, you can’t stall it, and you can’t really land softly with it. You hit like a bag full of bricks when you’re 6’3″, 185lbs plus 120lbs of ruck, plus another 40lbs of LBE, plus boots, helmet, and weapons. They liken it to jumping off of a twelve foot wall.

I’ve done it a few times, I want a remeasure of that wall, ’cause the one I’ve always jumped off of was higher than twelve feet.

So, you lower your rucksack so that when you hit, you hit with 120lbs less. You look at the horizon (if you can see it, it may be darker than well diggers ass), bend your knees slightly, relax (that takes some work), then hit, twist, and rotate while rolling your five points of contact across the ground. This distributes the shock and impact of the fall across your body so that you don’t injure yourself. Well, that’s how it’s supposed to work. Sometimes you land on your ruck and break your leg. Sometimes you land on a rock and break your leg (one of the ways that I’ve broken my leg jumping). Sometimes you don’t relax and instead of relaxing you reach for the ground instead and break your leg. And sometimes you land with one foot in a frozen tank rut and . . .

you guessed it, you break your leg (another one of the ways I have broken my leg jumping).

So, the first thing you do is check yourself while laying there, does anything hurt more than it should? Thank God that’s over, time to get moving! If the wind is blowing, get up and collapse your ‘chute (unless there’s shooting, then pop a canopy release to release one side of the parachute so that it cannot inflate and drag you across the ground for the amusement of the others). Release the harness so that you are out of the parachute, release your ruck, then start checking with the others around you to determine where your unit is and/or what needs to be done first.

Finally, here’s a video of the USMA chorus singing a song they teach us while in Jump School. It pretty much captures the spirit of the Airborne and dates from those WWII guys. It still works.

Sometimes something is funny until it’s not. While looking for the right version of this I perused a half a dozen or so. And I remembered the guys who died jumping. Not the ones who died in combat or for other reasons, just the ones that I knew that were supposed to get together with me afterwards for a drink to celebrate being young and airborne. Nothing preps you for a night out on the town like starting it off with a night jump first. Except when you don’t make it.

For my airborne brothers and sisters who didn’t make it to the turn in point and the DZSO, the song we sung and didn’t think it would apply to us, Blood Upon the Risers.

In the refrain, the word is gory, not glory.

marcus erroneous


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Blogging for Dummies- Add a youtube video

I’m only going to cover youtube videos. The other video providers either work in a similar manner… or don’t. There are ways of getting the non-wordpress friendly ones to work, but that’s beyond the scope of this discussion.

So, you found a great video of a kitten hugging his teddy bear  Hornet in full grunt, and want to share it? You can, of course, just toss up the link. But if you want to embed it in your post, there’s a tad more effort involved.

Again, we go to the dashboard, find our draft post, and click on it. That allows us to edit it.


Edit a draft post

Up top just above the normal wordprocessing buttons  are the three icons we talked about for inserting a picture. We’re going to click on the same icon we used to insert a picture.


Click on the “from URL” option. You’ll see the button for “audio, video, or other file”


Simply add the URL of the youtube you want. You don’t have to add a title, though you may if you wish. If you’re snagging a video that’s been embedded elsewhere, you have to click the “share button” there and get the URL. Get the “long link” version.


Add the URL and you’ll have an embedded video. Don’t worry too much about the other formatting buttons. WP seems to figure it out on its own for the most part.


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Grinding the Crack

Must be tough, flying with cojones of steel.


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A Little bit of Politics twixt the Air pr0n

I miss the little bit of daily politicking Hizzoner would toss into his daily crockpot. It would often be something quite small, tucked away in a column of the NYT or WP or even our own Daily W Mail, so…

This small thing happened in Bradford, England, last night. It’s not the sort of news I’d expect to cross the Atlantic, heaven knows you’ve got shedloads enough politicking of your own to contend with, but it’s the sort of thing that makes me question my own tolerance. I’m OK,   so far. Oh, if you haven’t heard of the subject of the link, this is him a few years ago (he’s the one on the left)


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A Little Retro Fun

If you’re not subscribed to AirBoyd’s YouTube channel, you have no idea what you’re missing.  Like this gem from sometime in the 70’s.

Love the hair…


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