A Day in the Life of a US Navy Plane Captain

Back in the mid-to-late Seventies, I was an Aviation Machinist's Mate in Attack Squadron VA-46, the Clansmen.

In 1976 and 1977, I was a Plane Captain in the US Navy, aboard the USS John F. Kennedy on a Mediterranean deployment. At sea, you worked 12 hours on, 12 hours off 7 days a week at sea (I believe this is still the standard for all deployed vessels)

Plane Captains were the entry level job for most Airmen in the Navy. You went to a training squadron (mine was the VA-174 Hellrazors at Cecil Field, FL) where they taught you to be a Plane Captain. My CO while I was there was, of all people CDR John McCain. (I know!) After that, they send you to a squadron, where after you do your time in the mess hall or anywhere else they decide to stick you, you are assigned to the Line Division in your assigned squadron. Mine was VA-46 known as The Clansmen. I came from a squadron that was commanded by CDR. John McCain, and sent to the squadron McCain was in when he was on the flight deck of the USS Forrestal when that deadly fire occurred back in 1967. I should have probably been worried at this point.

VA-46 was an attack squadron flying A-7 Corsairs, and while I was there, we transitioned from the A-7B model to the A-7E. They had a Scottish theme, we had the MacDougal Tartan and Clan crest painted on the planes, and the pilots had the plaid MacDougal tartan Glengarry hats for ceremonial purposes (Change of Command, etc) and even had kilts and spats which I saw them wear on at least one occasion. (When me made a port call to Scotland in 1976, we were treated very nicely)

So, when you get to a squadron, you become a Plane Captain. This makes a lot of sense, because you learn about the entire plane. I was an Aviation Machinist's Mate, so I worked on the engines and buddy stores (D-704 for those of you who might remember them) but as a Plane Captain, you were mixed in with Aviation Ordinancemen, Aviation Structural Mechanics, and so on.

Even though you were at sea, the compartment for the Line Division was universally called by everyone, everywhere, the "Line Shack". You made a lot of your friends here for the next several years, and some of your enemies too. If you had problems with people, they might go away when the person leaves the Line Division and goes to another shop, and you become friendly with them later. Some, you just avoid. But your friends, especially those who end up in your same shop (Mine was "Powerplants") they are the guys you would go out on liberty with to drink Peroni in Naples or out to the Los Caracoles in Barcelona.

This narrative consists of a single launch cycle, which defines your existence as a Plane Captain. You do this sequence over and over, every day. If your plane was in the hangar, you worked with Plane Captains for other planes.

You had to be available at all times during your shift to "ride brakes" and sit in the cockpit ready to jump on the brakes if the plane broke free from the tractor. This has been known to be hazardous, if I recall correctly, there was a Plane Captain lost on a Pacific carrier as he rode brakes when a wave washed the plane over the side as it was spotted on the lowered elevator. Don't remember which ship.

You didn't sit there waiting with the plane all the time, but if a move of the plane was planned, you had to be in the cockpit. Sometimes, the "move" happened as you ran up to the plane...sometimes...it took hours, or...might never happen, so you might sit in the cockpit for hours twiddling your thumbs or have someone yelling at you as you climb in wondering where the hell you have been! Before climbing in, you had to run over to the wheel well on the main mount, grab an iron pipe, stick it in a pump, and pump it so you knew there was pressure in the hydraulic system to activate the brakes if needed. (If there were chronic hydraulic leaks, you had to pump it all the time to be sure)

When the plane was scheduled for a launch, you would go on deck, and do an inspection. You would check the cockpit, check the ejection seat (ensuring the safety pins were in, and the "head-knocker" (the last safety mechanism on the seat behind the pilot's head) was "down) and the condition of the cockpit was clean with all the important switches in the default off positions.

You would take fuel samples, using your TL knife blade to insert into a spring-loaded thing that would spit fuel from the wings and fuselage tanks into a glass mason jar (IIRC) and you would examine the fuel for water. You were responsible for removing magnetic plugs and checking for metal shards, and checking oil and hydraulic filters for a "popped" indicator that would signal a clogged oil, fuel, or hydraulic filter which needed to be changed. All the while you would look for any damage to any hydraulic or fuel lines caused by rubbing or actual physical damage. You would examine the plane with a well-rehearsed and rigid walk-around similar to what the pilots do, but more in-depth.

You took the red Naugahyde covers off of all the pitot tubes (I think perhaps two of them, meant to keep out the rain or snow) and place them in the red canvas bag you would later stow in the avionics bay with the open door.

You would check for hydraulic and oil leaks. You would check the condition of the tailhook for damage, and look in the tailpipe for any cracks in the metal or visible damage, oil, or fuel. All the time, you look for Dzus fasteners that might not be fully in, and either screw them in with your speed handle or replace them before the pilot arrived. I cannot remember for sure if I carried a speed handle as a Plane Captain)

Open all the external doors to the avionics bay, check for any indications of damage, and leave it open, because on the A-7 Corsair, that was where you stored your wing-locks, main-mount locks and all the safety pins. You would need that door open to put those things in when the plane was ready to launch. They were secured firmly in there so they wouldn't move around in flight...I recall all the pins with flags went into a red canvas bag when you removed them.

Check the canopy for cracks, and using special liquid for the purpose, would polish the plastic canopy and clean anything on there, then leave the steps open and the ladder down for the pilot.

Check the gun ports for the gatling gun for damage, and coming to the front of the plane, view the radome for damage.

Before proceeding into the air intake for the jet engine, you would make sure everyone around you was aware you were diving the intake, you would take your tool belt off, ensure your pockets were empty (they should be anyway) and you would climb up and crawl into the engine intake.

On the A-7, it was a long, yet comfortable crawl to the front of the engine because it was a big intake. You would look for any foreign objects or damage, and when you got to the engine, you would examine the seal all around the front of the engine where it met the airframe, to ensure it was undamaged and in place. I recall that you had to rotate the compressor blades with your hand and look for any damage. Then, backing out feet first, you would be damn sure something didn't fall off your person as you exited. Didn't want that knife or wallet (that you weren't carrying!) going into the engine when it started.

Additionally, if there were ordinance or drop tanks on the wings, you checked all of them for security. If it was a fuel tank, you would pop the fuel cap and visually verify the fuel level in it. If it was ordinance on the pylons, you would check the ejection racks (MER-Multiple Ejection Racks) or (TER-Triple Ejection Racks) for security and safety pin placement (The lack of which was the root cause of the fire aboard the USS Forrestal) and if there was ordinance, you visually checked it for security by trying to wiggle it, and you would visually verify each piece of ordinance either had a safety pin in it, or in the case of iron bombs, a wire that went through the little propeller on the fuse and back to the ejection rack, which kept the bomb from arming until it was dropped. (When the bomb dropped, the wire was pulled from the propeller, enabling it to spin and arm after it left the plane.)

When the pilot arrived, they would do their walk-around. Some pilots were extremely thorough and did their inspection with almost as much thoroughness as you did, and you knew they were a good pilot from simply watching this. One of our pilots, a Lt. Leenhouts (The leading naval aviator with carrier traps for some time at the end of his career, in which he was a CAPT or CDR when he retired) was stellar. He was good. Some other pilots were seemingly quite lax, doing the equivalent of kicking the tires. They depended on you 100% to do your job, and I found that a little concerning. If I were a pilot, I would "trust but verify". They weren't allowed to dive the intake...:)

Then the pilot would climb into the cockpit, and you would climb up after them and help them strap in and get settled in any way they asked of you. You removed the safety pins for the seat, showed them to the pilot who would visibly nod in approval (but they would leave the "headknocker" down until you handed the plane over to the Yellow Shirts, who would direct them to the catapult) and you would climb down, closing the foot-steps and folding the ladder and snapping the door to the ladder shut.

Finally, if there is no deck well close enough to your plane to drag an air hose from, a "Huffer" (a vehicle with a large hose for air to start the engine connected to a small special gas turbine in the vehicle to blow bleed air (from its own little turbine) through the hose to the plane, and its stream of hot jet exhaust would exit the huffer from the top of the vehicle. They were very careful not to park the huffer so that this hot exhaust would be under any ordinance or aircraft part it could damage) would drive up, and you would drag the hose over from the cart and hook it up to the plane using the specialized quick-release coupling on the hose. You checked the connection, then walked up to the front of the plane just off the port side of the plane (not directly in front) so both the pilot and the "Huffer" operator would see you clearly at the same time.

You made sure everyone was ready, got the attention of the pilot, and put two fingers (peace sign) in the air above your head, and pointed at the pilot saying with that signal "Are you ready to start the engine?" The pilot would positively signal you with a thumbs up, and pointing not at the pilot but at the fuselage of the plane, you would vigorously waggle your two fingers above your head. The Huffer operator, seeing the signal, would start up the Huffer.

When they did, the big, fat, reinforced cloth tube would fill and turn from flaccid to solid, and compressed air would flow through the hose into the side of the plane. A special pipe would take that forced aire and blow it directly into the turbine blades on the turbine, causing them to turn, and since the turbine was connected to the compressor blades at the front of the engine, they would start compressing the air, forcing it into the combustion cans. The pilot, seeing the RPM reach a certain point, would put the throttle to a point that fuel would begin flowing into the combustion cans right just forward of the turbine, and as the fuel begins flowing he immediately shoves the throttle to an indent on the side of the throttle body, and that causes a gigantic spark plug (the length of my forearm and hand, if I recall correctly. I remember this clearly because I got the crap knocked out of me because I took a shock from one when removing it because I forgot to short it out first and discharge the pent-up charge stored in a capacitor. Didn't follow the instructions!) to begin firing repeatedly.

Like a gas stove being lit by a match, the first combustion can lights off, and each adjacent combustion can lights off in sequence until they are all lit off. The pilot watches (and you watch as well) for indications of a wet start (clouds of raw fuel coming out the tailpipe because the fuel didn't ignite for some reason) that might turn into a hot start (giant ball of flame if that plume of raw fuel lights off) and you communicate with the pilot on this, giving special hand signals (as if he needs them, because he can see the instruments that you cannot) to inform him of what you see.

When the engine lights off and is self-sustaining, the pilot signals you to disconnect the Huffer hose, and you do so. The Huffer drives off to the next plane to start it up.

You position yourself and wait. The pilot is organizing himself, checking all his gauges, oil pressure, hydraulic pressure, etc. so you wait. As you wait, you look at the area around you, being aware of launches, your place in the launch, orienting yourself to the time and place, making sure you know where you and your plane are IN that process.

But you also closely monitor the aircraft at this time. As the pilot is settling in and you wait for his out of cockpit attention, you examine the plane looking for smoke, hydraulic fluid, oil, or fuel. If you see anything, you immediately summon a "White Shirt" (Troubleshooter) over to examine the issue, or if it is dramatic enough (like the proverbial "cow pissing on a flat rock") you issue the universal and urgent CUT signal to the pilot by repeatedly drawing the fingers of the hand across the throat. The faster and more vigorous the gesture conveys the urgency)

If there are no problems, you signal the pilot you are removing the safety pins and locks (using, if I recall correctly the universal hand motion guys use to convey sexual intercourse, but you simply make the OK sign with one hand, insert the forefinger from the other hand into the OK sign, then retract it once...not in and out as is usually done!) and you proceed to remove the main mount locks (two large pipe shaped iron-hinged clamps with a red flagged pin that goes through the side opposite the hinge to secure them, the wing locks (for the folding wings) and any non-ordinance red flags, you show them to the pilot, he gives you a thumbs up, and you place the flags with pins in the red canvas bag and there were special storage mounts for the main mount locks where you would wrap the lock around them, close the lock, and insert the pin to keep it in place. (I recall this was done at this time because now there was full hydraulic pressure. You didn't want to remove things like the wing locks, where if there was a pressure failure, they would just fold up, hitting the plane parked next to them. At least that is how I remember it 45 years later...:) Honestly, I don't remember if we put the wing locks in the avionics bay, or if we took them below with us. They were very big, awkward, and heavy. Can't remember!)

Once all the locks and pins were stored securely in the avionics bay, you closed the door, and with your TL knife, would insert the flat end of the blade into the notch on the rectangular fastener (there were, I think eight of the fasteners for that access door) and slam the palm of your hand against the handle of the TL knife to snap it closed.

Walking back to the front of the port side off the plane just to the side of the nose, you began your checks with the pilot.

You get their attention by holding up your hand, palm out, straight above your head, patiently signaling that you are requesting the pilot's attention. When he sees you, the first thing you would do is called the "wipeout" sign. This involved making sure nobody was standing next to the plane where they shouldn't be, then putting your fisted hand fully extended straight out in front of you, and make three or four wide cirlces as if you were stirring a caldron of bubbling hot soup. The pilot would mimic your motion by cycling his control stick in several big circles as you watched the control surfaces. The ailerons on the wings would go up and down, the UHTs (Elevators) would up and down, and you give the pilot a thumbs up signifying "Your control surfaces are all functional."

Then for the first of three signals delivered in quick succession, after making sure nobody was standing in the way, you would extend your hands in front of you together with your palms together and horizontal to the ground, and open them with a "V" sign, joined at the ball of your hand signaling "Open your flaps." as you watched the flaps open fully.

For the second signal, which had something to do with initializing some kind of gyroscope, you held your hands above your head as if you were holding a softball, then made a quick three stroke motion as if you were wiping it off or polishing it with both hands. They would turn on some component, check it, and then give you a thumbs up.

Third, there was one other signal in that sequence to lower the Ram Air Turbine (RAT). I don't remember exactly, but I think it was putting your fingers on the right side of your helmet, then extending that arm straight out to the side. The pilot would extend the RAT, you would give a thumbs up, and you would reverse the signal, bringing your fingers back to the side of your head after making sure nobody was standing near it. (I am having trouble remembering this, but I do remember the RAT was on the starboard side of the plane, so I suspect that I might have walked around to the starboard side and given the three signals. I would then see the starboard flap extend, and the RAT pop out of the side of the plane. After watching it get retracted, I would walk back to the port side of the plane, check the port flap, and give him the signal to close the flaps by doing the reverse gesture of opening the flaps by bringing the palms of the hands back together. Again, I am a bit hazy on that, but that is what I think we did) The pilot, after all tasks in that sequence would wait for your thumbs up before proceeding.

For the final check, you would signal them to drop the tailhook. You looked aft, made sure it was clear, and nobody was ducking under the plane (Men have been killed where someone was scooting under the plane when the tailhook came down and crushed them and fatally injured them, this was well known, and safety on this was carefully observed) The signal involved putting your left hand, palm down, straight out in front of you, making a thumbs up gesture with your right hand, and putting the tip of your thumb against the palm of your outstretched hand. You then pulled your thumb downwards in an arc away from your hand and the pilot would drop the tailhook.

There was a damper mechanism on the tailhook that the Green Shirts (The Airframes sailors in your squadron who handled hydraulics) would adjust. You wanted that damper adjusted so the tailhook would come down steadily, but...they didn't get it adjusted perfectly, or it went out of adjustment over time, so sometimes, instead of coming down nice and smoothly, it would come down with a shuddering, slow motion, shaking as it slowly descended to the steel flight deck. That was okay, generally. But sometimes, when they lowered the hook, it would come down blindingly hard and fast against the deck, sometimes even chipping the non-skid covering, and would land with a crack hard enough to hear even through your hearing protection and over the sound of the jet engine. This would not prevent the launch, but people would notice it and submit a five-part MAF form (Maintenance Action Form, the goldenrod copy to Maintenance, the green copy to the Airframes shop, the blue copy to somewhere else, and so on.

In any case, if the tailhook came down correctly, the Plane Captain would give a thumbs up to the pilot, then, making sure nobody was in the way to get maimed by a retracting hook, give the pilot the signal to raise the tailhook by extending the left hand straight in front of you, palm down, and bringing the fisted right hand with extended thumb around in a wide sweeping arc until the tip of the thumb met the palm of the extended hand. When the hook was up, it was followed by a thumb's up.

The last thing we would do is get the pilot's attention by holding our hand up, palm out, waiting patiently to catch their eye. When they acknowledged you had their attention (I recall they didn't always give you a thumbs up in all this but sometimes, just looking directly at you and nodding their helmets, visors lowered, was how they indicated they were ready for you)

When you had their attention, you would point directly at them with your left arm fully extended, and do a chopping motion on the back of your head with the knife edge of your right hand. This was the signal for the pilot to reach above their head, and retract or stow the "Head Knocker" which they would acknowledge with a thumbs up. At this point, the ejection seat was now fully armed. If they pulled the ejection handle now, either between their legs or above their head, two large spring-loaded hammers on top of the seat would extend upwards. When the rocket on the seat fired, the two extended hammers would demolish the canopy, and the pilot would be propelled upwards through the now disintegrated plexiglass canopy.

When you got the thumbs up once the head knocker was stowed, you delivered a snappy salute to the pilot, and I recall, as a courtesy, they would return the salute.

If there was any ordinance on board, the Red Shirts in your squadron would come around, do one final visual and physical check on the ordinance (like the one done by the Red Shirts who put it on the plane, you did during your preflight inspection, and the pilot did during their preflight inspection. If the pilot was carrying something like a Walleye (optically guided bomb) you would go over, stand directly in front of the optical seeker, and hold your hand up. Presumably, the pilot would lock the aimer on your hand, then when you put your hand to the side, the seeker should slew to keep track of your hand. (I don't remember this step perfectly, but I remember doing it as a Plane Captain...not the Red Shirts)

Anyway, nobody wanted to shoot a plane off a catapult with wiggly or loose ordinance or drop tanks. People could get killed, so there were lots of physical checks. At this point, the Red Shirts would remove all the arming pins from the ordinance (including the arming pins that prevented drop tanks or MER/TER racks from accidentally being ejected while the plane was on the ground.)

When all that was done, the very last direct thing you did was deliver a snappy salute to the pilot, and I recall, as a courtesy, the pilot would return the salute. (I don't remember if they always did, but...in my memory, it seems they did. I could be wrong.)

Then, we would stand around and wait for a Yellow Shirt (and the Blue Shirts who tailed them like remoras that latch onto a shark) to come over and take control of the plane. This could happen quickly, or might take fifteen minutes or more, as you stood around cooling your heels.

When there was a space in the queue towards the catapult, a Yellow Shirt (with the one or two ubiquitous Blue Shirts) would come over and signal the pilot. The Blue Shirts scurry to each main mount, and the Yellow Shirt would give the pilot the signal "Removing chocks" by placing both fisted hands above his head with the bottoms of each fist touching each other, thumbs extended directly out to the right and the left. When the Yellow Shirt took his two hands outwards away from each other, the Blue Shirts would dutifully remove the chocks from the wheels and get out of the way.

The Plane Captain would, at the same time, furiously take the six chains off (two on each main mount fore and aft, and two on the nose gear facing forward) by hitting the metal triangular lock release on the chain, extracting the hook on one end from the plane, and the other from the pad-eye on the deck. These chains we draped over our shoulders, three on each side, by hooking the two chains running down our back into the hook of the single chain running down our chest, the nexus of the three hooked chains sitting directly on our shoulders on each side.

These chains, six of them, weighed around 75 pounds total, so walking with them could be a little ungainly. (If you had twelve chain tie-downs for rough weather, I recall it was positively clumsy. There was also a 24 point tie down for really rough weather, and it was an all-hands operation where the Plane Captains would all chip in together, carrying all the chains and helping to secure them to the pad eyes in the deck.)

Once the Yellow Shirt saw the chocks were out, tie down chains were removed, and there was nobody standing where they shouldn't have been, the Yellow Shirt would hold up his hand, palm out, signifying "I need your attention to begin directing you." The pilot would acknowledge him, and the Yellow Shirt would gesture him to increase power and begin taxiing by holding his arms to each side with his fingertips touching together over the top of his head, then bringing them apart and back together repeatedly in unison to taxi straight ahead. If he wanted him to go left, he would point with one arm straight and motionless in the direction he wanted him to taxi the plane, while he would fold and unfold the other arm above his head repeatedly until he was pointing the plane in the appropriate direction, then would begin gesturing with both arms in unison above his head extending and retracting them. When he wanted the pilot to stop, he would bring together both clenched fists, thumb-side to thumb-side, directly above his head.

The Plane Captain, with all the chains (and I think the wing locks, one in each hand) would stand off to the side as the plane taxied up to just behind the Jet Blast Deflector (JBD), then we would get off the flight deck, into a catwalk, and be prepared (in case there was a problem and the plane could not launch) to follow the plane to a spot area and tie it back down and help the pilot out of the plane.

If the plane did launch, we went below, hanging our chains on the scupper near the catwalk (I think) and were free for some period of time, maybe an hour or more. We might go eat, play cards, write letters, shoot the breeze, do some training, or if we were inclined, help other Plane Captains do their jobs in any way you could. You knew when the plane was due back, so you had to make sure you were prepared and ready, waiting in the catwalk with your chains and wing locks for the plane to return.

You would hear the Air Boss in the island say over the flight deck speaker system "Corsair 307 inbound" in that loud, metallic voice they all seemed to have, and you got ready. When the plane landed, you went to where they were going to spot the plane, usually parallel to the waist cat or up on the bow, and as they taxied the plane all the way up to the bow on the port side, across the flight deck to the starboard side, then aft to the area where the flight deck widened, you stood waiting for the plane to arrive, usually side by side with a couple of chock-carrying Blue Shirts. Yellow Shirts directing the plane in team would hand the plane off to each other until it reached its destination.

The Yellow Shirt would position the aircraft where they wanted, then give the stop signal described above. When the plane was stopped, the Yellow Shirt gave the "Insert the chocks" signal, the reverse of the "Remove the chocks" signal by bringing the fisted hands with thumbs extended together until the thumbs touched directly above their head.

The ever-present, chock-carrying Blue Shirts would rush forward to insert the chocks, and the Plane Captain would put the wing-locks in place. We would then secure the plane to the flight deck with the six chains. As soon as we got the chains on, we would run over to the avionics bay on the port side, use our TL knife in the same way we secured those latches, by placing the flat end in the release part of the latch and slapping it with the ball of your hand. We did this in rapid succession, completing the task in about 5-10 seconds. The door would flap open (hinged on the bottom) and you would retrieve the canvas bags with the main mount safety clamps, the nose gear clamp, and the ejection seat pins.

Grabbing all these, we would clamp the two main-mount clamps onto the main struts, insert the nose gear pin and give the Yellow Shirt a thumbs up. He would signal the pilot to cut the engine by pointing at the plane and drawing his hand across his throat, and then go out to direct the next plane being taxied his way, the ever present Blue Shirts in tow behind him to get positioned where the next plane would be spotted.

We took our TL knife, using the same motion to release the stair panel, extended the stair, climbed up, and released in the same fashion the foot-step recesses for the pilot. The pilot would open the canopy, we would insert the safety pins for the ejection seat, and the pilot would hand us their bag (I recall they had some kind of olive sailcloth bag, about the size of two or three stacked videocassettes with stuff in it, maybe a manual, charts, or lunch...I don't remember!)

We climbed down with their bag, and they would climb down after us. We would hand them their bag, they would mouth an unheard (over the din of jet engines) "Thank you." and then they would walk away.

We would walk around the plane inspecting it, looking for any obvious issues, close the canopy, close the footsteps, retract the ladder, and close the avionics bay. We would know if the plane needed to be re-spotted, and if so we had to stick around to ride the brakes.

If the plane was scheduled to be fueled, we would be on hand, and the Purple Shirts would come out lugging a black hose behind them once the plane was spotted. If the canopy needed cleaning, we might do it then.

And we would wait. If the plane needed maintenance, you might need to be around to ride brakes if it was taken below to the hangar bay. Otherwise, you could head below and take a break.

When your planes weren't flying, you had to wash the planes. Since there is little water available at sea, you don't get to wash planes like you would a car. There is no water hose. You have cleaner in spray cans you have to spray on the plane, let it sit, then wipe it off with rags which were delivered to your shop in large bales perhaps three feet on each side held together with baling wire. Those damn bales had all kinds of cut up clothing items in them, and the material wasn't always any good for wiping off the cleaner. Some would just smear it. The stuff was awful, all chemicals, and you would breathe it in. So, if planes weren't flying you were laying on your back, spraying this stuff on the belly pan which was smeared with streaks of oil, hydraulic fluid and fuel, with dirt and grit all mixed in. On a windy flight deck, you would spray this stuff, the foam would blow into your face, eyes, and mouth. I hated it. But it was what you did.

If the plane was scheduled to fly another sortie, you would be told when it was expected to launch, so you get up on the deck early, and begin the process all over again. I cannot remember for sure, but I don't think it was uncommon to have your plane fly two or three sorties in a twelve-hour shift. Sometimes, another one at night. I don't know if that is accurate, it has been a long time, but that is what my memory tells me.

Thanks for a great read. I'm not a vet but a huge aviation and military history fan. My brother in law flew A-7's in Vietnam off a carrier I don't remember the name of.

Those like me, most of my uncles served in WWII and almost all of them came home. There's so many jobs all our veterans did over so many battles, wars and during peacetime military service that very few of us could ever understand or appreciate without some personal experience stories from those who were there.

Thankfully my Dad did relate some amount of his experience flying 50 missions in a B-24 as a flight mechanic, another was a sailor on a destroyer in the Pacific, yet another worked in Army heavy equipment transport after D-Day, yet another lost his life during the Battle of the Bulge.

I'm going to try to contact my B.I.L. To see if he has any comments on your story from the pilots perspective. Again thanks.

My hometown airport has an aviation museum on the grounds - Heritage In Flight. There are several static display aircraft and vehicles. One of them is an A-7E II Corsair and said aircraft has the Clansmen squadron identifier on the vertical stabilizer. Small world.

http://heritage-in-flight.org/

On the website, there is a small image of the Corsair under the heading - General Information.

BTW. If you could provide more information about the John McCain incident I would appreciate it. My late brother Steve was on the Forestall when it happened. He wasn’t involved in aviation, but I know he had a very low opinion of him.

Try as I might, I have not been able to find a detailed image of the Corsair that I speak of, on static display at the Logan County Illinois Airport, that's large and clear enough to get an a/c number. The Corsair is on the right in the image that I am posting.

Hey, thanks for the walk through - you remembered a LOT after 45 years. It was a fun read.

(Note to self: start working on a similar write-up for test-running large gas turbines and mid-range turbo-fan engines, while I still have a few marbles left.)

Wow. You can imagine my surprise when I went to the Yuma Air Museum with my wife and saw this:

One of the actual planes I worked on, no doubt!

Hey! Thank you for your service, Friend! And I can tell you, I LOVED those C1A CODS!

And not just when they landed with mail, which you know how we all felt about that...:)

I loved the sound of the engines, and when they took off starting back at the fantail, as they revved up the engines, the planes seemed to squat and coil, then when they got the launch signal, they would lumber down the deck and take off well short of the end of the deck.

When I got out of the Navy, I often thought if I could buy a plane to fly around, I would have bought one of them...:)

There was something so...so...analog and old school about them that appealed to me!

Thank you again for what you did. Guys like you, flying in and seeing those canvas bags full of mail tossed off, well...if we had been ashore, you would have never had to buy yourself a drink!

Hot DAMN! I loved those planes. I thought A-6’s in the hands of a good pilot must have been a fine flying plane, but the EA-6B Prowlers seemed so much faster and more maneuverable to me.

Fine looking planes, too, with that thinned out and extended fuselage ahead of the wings, the gold canopy, and the big radiation symbol on the front of the radome made it one bad-ass plane!

I loved it when they did the air shows for the crew at sea, and the Prowlers would fly in at a steep angle and level out right at the flight deck level and scream by.

I envy you that view from the plane...:)

You are most welcome. I recall we used to cross paths with the Saratoga, I believe she was one of those vessels we used to hook up with off of Rota, Spain, when we were going home and they were coming on station.

I don't know if that is her, but that darn well might have been me waving to go home!

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