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Inadvertent ejections

By lex, on January 5th, 2004

Are really embarrassing…

I’ve written before about ejection seats and their uses. They can be marvelous things to be seated upon, when the engine noise quits and the lights go dark. The ejection seat is the “final flight control” when all others have either failed or (more likely) when they have worked exactly as designed in inexpert hands. For my own part (and now that I am no longer actively flying, I feel safe writing this without knocking on wood, much) I only ever reached for the yellow and black striped handle there between my legs once. And then only to verify its position. For use just a little later, maybe – like in the next five seconds. And that one occasion was manifestly due to my own buffoonery on a max power, high angle of attack, slow speed rudder reversal. I wasn’t even fighting anyone – I’d just finished a post-maintenance functional check flight, and with fuel to spare decided to find out exactly how quickly I could successfully perform a max power, high angle of attack, slow speed rudder reversal.

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Staff work, redux

Wed – December 17, 2003

By Lex

Skip this entry if you’re looking for something upbeat. Read on, if you’re interested in hearing a bleat.

For the past two days I’ve been stuck in a conference with about 15-20 staff officers, preparing for a battle royale among our principals. It’s all Very Important Stuff, and someone has to do the background work, but I can’t help feeling at times like we’re building arguments for an extremity-measuring contest. Or something like that.

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USNA and food fights

By lex, on December 16th, 2003

Son number one’s girlfriend asked me what crazy things had happened…

… in the hallowed halls of the US Naval Academy. The man has an application package in, and the GF, as pointed out here , has a point of view something leftward of the norm, even here in SoCal. I admire her for making the effort to try to understand, to know more – she cares about the boy, and that’s plenty good enough for me.

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Killing an Eagle

 

By lex on Sat – December 13, 2003

Actually, four of them. The McDonnell-Douglas variety.

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To my way of thinking, the McDonnell-Douglas F-15 Eagle is probably the most beautiful American fighter. It also demonstrates (in the C-variant), the purest example I know of the fighter as a Platonic “form.” The perfect fighter, undiluted by multi-mission compromises. The F-15C will carry no air-to-ground ordnance; it sniffs at “moving mud.”

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On Faith

By lex, on December 11th, 2003

One man’s journey from the mechanical through the metaphysical to the spiritual.

My father was a southern Baptist, a merchant sailor twice divorced before he married my mom. She was a member of the Roman Catholic Church from the coal mining valleys of Pennsylvania, where she learned from her mother that “dirty black Protestant” was essentially one word. She divorced her first husband as a drinker, gambler and abuser, back in the days when good Catholic girls from the Pennsylvania valleys didn’t do that – instead they bore babies, and bore up. She took her two young daughters with her when she left, to Washington, D.C. to make her way in the world. The year was 1944, and it simply wasn’t done. In time, my parents met, they wooed, and they wed. And in time, I was born.

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Yesterday…

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By lex, on December 8th, 2003

Was Sunday, December 7th

That used to have real resonance, not that long ago. My pop was of the “greatest generation.” A merchant marine officer, he got paid to sail cargo to the Brits and Russians before the war and during it. Used to sail the Murmansk Run. A tough one, that. Bombers, U-boats. The very sea was an enemy – so cold that it wasn’t worth stopping to pick a man up, if he fell over the side. He’d be dead of the exposure before a boat could get to him, let alone the risk to the convoy.

His ship got hit by a dive bomber, just outside Murmansk – they ran it ashore before it could sink, and he spent six months there on repairs. Got her back to New York. She was sunk in the Indian Ocean on her next float, torpedoed by a sub. My dad had rotated off.

There were times when I was feeling low that I read a letter he wrote me while I was a plebe at the Naval Academy. He talked about being under fire, seeing ships alongside you blow up, or sail beneath the waves with their bows shot off, screws still turning. The screams of the men in the water. The fact that you couldn’t stop.

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If airplanes were women…

 

By lex, on December 5th, 2003

You’d date the F-16 and marry the Hornet

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That’s a picture of an F-16N and an A-4E over the Dry Tortugas, west of Key West, Florida about 70 miles. Those were two of my squadron aircraft back when I was an adversary pilot, the third being the F-5E (not pictured).

The F-16N (N- for Navy variant) was a pocket rocket, lots of fun. Essentially a Block 20 F-16C with an A- model radar and no internal gun. It’d go like a striped-assed baboon, easily 800 knots on the deck. That was the redline, as fast as you were supposed to go, for various structural reasons (the canopy would start to deform, e.g.). Once, while running down a pair of Hornets trying to bug out, I caught myself going 840+, and she wasn’t even breathing hard yet. At that speed it’s hard to slow down.

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The Flight Physical

By lex, on December 1st, 2003

Brought to you by Navy medicine – the best in its price range!

Perhaps it would be churlish of me to point out that anyone enamored of the idea of socialized medicine really ought to spend a seven or eight hours of their time at sick-call in a Navy hospital. I mean, it does tend to weed out those who are merely goldbricking from those who truly need urgent care. The goldbrickers get a day off, while the very sick merely die, waiting for a visit with the doctor. Kind of like the skit from “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” where the villagers talk of throwing the witch into the pond to see if she floated – if she did not, she was innocent, and could be buried appropriately. If she did, she was made of wood, therefore a witch and you could BURN HER!!!

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The Unbearable Lightness of Paddles

By lex, on November 26th, 2003

On being a landing signal officer in rough weather…

I was a Landing Signal Officer as a lieutenant. A good job for a junior officer: you got to meet and know all the other pilots in the air wing (not just in your squadron), you learned a lot about landing well by watching others land poorly, and it got you out of duty on fly days.

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Watching an Ejection

By lex, on November 24th, 2003

When someone hit the “mute” switch on my XO’s fighter…

A beautiful day in Key West. Florida. I’m part of a three-ship of bogies, fighting against a pair of FA-18s from the east coast training squadron. I’m in a TA-4J, a two-seat version of our subsonic, single engine adversary aircraft. My squadron XO is in the single-seat version, an A-4E. Our flight lead is a good friend in an F-16N – he has a radar, he gets us to the merge.

We’ve had two hacks, and are half way through the third, when I hear a “knock it off, I’m flaming out.” It’s the XO, and already he’s starting to lose altitude as the engine unwinds. It was a single engine aircraft, with the one (the only) engine driving the generator and no battery, so I know he’s already deployed the ram air turbine, or RAT. The RAT is a basically an electricity generating windmill, that deploys from the fuselage cheek into the windstream when a handle in the cockpit is pulled.

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