Author: John (---.san.res.rr.com)
Date: 10-14-05 23:21
LB,
Although our politics might differ, and we may debate certain important - and maybe some less important - issues regarding Cunningham, I was really caught off guard by your "Randy and me", "first night launch" recollections.
Then, following R. Middlemas's appreciative post – kind, and wonderful words, and the few words any of us ever heard back then in circa, 1968– 73, we then hear of Paul's harrowing landing experiences as a "nugget" (new guy), and his excessively physical 'debrief' in proving the point of never accepting a "red ball."
All of this struck me - like never before on this forum – as to how we all have so very much in common, all with our collective, most unique, and life-changing experiences together – and that does indeed include, Randy Cunningham.
If you guys want to tell sea-stories, I have one I need to tell, too.
But first, I find it very interesting that although all 3 of us must have flown many combat missions in SEA; have been shot at routinely; and probably have lost some friends, we never talk about any of that.
We like to talk about aircraft carrier landings!
Me, I was double-cycled in the middle of the night; 2 months into my nugget cruise for a Bar-Cap, and dog-tired. Returning to the carrier, I first got a fouled-deck wave-off. The next time around, the ship was in a turn, and I was waved off again. Frustrated and having been awake in excess of 30 some hours, been double-cycled and airborne for nearly 5, having to take a leak really bad, and in the middle of the blackest ever Gulf of Tonkin night, I decided to land the next time, come hell or high water.
"Water, Water, Steel Steel," as we used to say. I wanted to land on that pass so bad, I took the forbidden "cut" in the wires (went to idle power, instead of the always required, full power - in case the arresting wires were missed.)
Unfortunately, I hook-skipped all the wires – and went over the angle deck at nearly idle power . . . . all while the LSO screamed.
Somewhere, there is a chilling, ship's black & white video of an F-4, sparks flying on the angle deck, boltering, and the F-4's navigation lights totally disappearing below the angle deck, while my LSO ("Hot-Dog" Brown) screams- and I mean really SCREAMS, "POWER…B-B-BURNER-BURNER-BURNER!!!!
After a long black moment, there is suddenly a picture of an almost out of gas F-4, standing on its two brightly glowing, dual afterburners, rising nearly straight up like a space shuttle launch from the dark abyss below the angle deck.
Recovered, we then flew quietly downwind, and on to make the next trap – an OK 3-wire.
As I taxied forward on the darkened flight deck, it was hardly the first time my knees shook up and down, uncontrollably, while riding the foot-brakes; nor would it be my last. (That was a common, occupational event.)
I considered turning in my wings that night, but didn't. The next night, I was right back at it, pitching deck and all, like nothing had ever happened – and another OK-3. Subsequently, I had many hundreds of carrier traps, all without incident.
Today, every time I sail with friends on San Diego Bay, I look up at the grey angle deck of the USS Midway (now a waterfront museum), and remember that night so long ago, which, by all intents and purposes, I should have died right then and there. (I also say a prayer for those many who did indeed die, during our 11-month combat cruise- I will never forget them.)
All of us who flew in Vietnam have similar stories, many way far beyond mine.
And while I have no problem criticizing Cunningham today for his serious transgressions, I will still stand with Randy, you LB, Paul, and all of us together, based upon our uncommon brotherhood and courage, as United States Navy Fighter Pilots in combat, despite all the odds, way back then.
John
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