Re: The "Hoser Chronicles" and Evolution of Air Combat
« Reply #1758 on: February 12, 2009, 10:25:29 PM »
"Iron Works, Baby...!"
Grumman Iron Works is right! Late in an IO cruise, I was on deck in the alert with Herb "Punk" Wilson. It was a bogus alert, because we knew for sure we weren't going flying. The bow was jammed with airplanes, Cat 4 was down, and on Indy, Cat 3 wasn't water cooled. To make matters worse, the boat was in a heavy port list. The final thing to throw into the equation was that the deck was slicker than snot. Because of a future yard date, Indy did two full sets of workups, and two cruises in 20 months. As a result, the deck was not redone between cruises. There was as much metal as worn down non-skid, and it was covered in oil, fuel and cat grease. About half way through our alert, the call went out over the speaker, "Launch the alert Tomcat." Huh? Well, what are we gonna do? So we start up, and after they break us down, the director brings us over to Cat 3. They also have to clear off the fantail, because the JBD will be down. As we try to taxi up the cat track, he's giving me almost constant right turns. The nose gear is sliding up the track, but the mains won't stay lined up. I'm looking up the cat track out of the front left quarterpanel! So, he stops us, assembles the masses, and they push us back for another try. Same story second try, and they push us back again. While I'm trying to find a way to get in the slot, Punk is getting a vector just in case we can get airborne. We're steaming Northeast, and they give us a 140 initial heading. He asks for an immediate turn off the cat, and it's approved. Third try taxiing up the cat isn't going any better, and it looks just like the other two tries to me. I said to Punk over the ICS, "No way this is gonna work!" All the sudden, the director stops me, gives me a thumbs up, and tells 'em to take tension! We're about 15 degrees off on our alignment with the track as I ran the power up and cycled the controls, and I was sure they would suspend us. No way the launch bar and nose gear are designed for this! The director passes us off to the Cat Officer, and he gives us the burner signal. I'm thinking, "Holy S**t, they're gonna launch us!" So I salute, and off we go! It felt like we were ridin' a 67,000 lb. Slinky. We swerved back and forth all the way up the track, but the shuttle held the launchbar, and we were airborne before we knew it! Time for the hot vector, so I made an immediate turn across the bow, left the burners going and steadied up on our initial heading. Right there in front of us was one of our destroyers, so I figured if I have a license to steal, I might as well use it. Still in full blower and building speed, we smoked across his fantail. Should have been a decent show for the blackshoes. Bottom line, though? The Turkey, slung back and forth by the launchbar, didn't even bat an eye.....awesome airplane! VR Skogs |