My little part in history

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  1. Ronudist

    Ronudist Old Fat Guy

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    Launch 58 0091
    ( Warning, very long. It's about me, Airman Bennett )



    Tales from
    the Cold
    War.

    My little part
    in history.

    Strategic Air Command
    5th Bomb Wing
    SAC Ramp.

    Minot Air Force
    Base, N. Dakota
    1984.

    "Peace Is Our Profession"

    Tango 13 parking spot,
    ten below zero.

    There waits a
    KC 135A, 4 engine,
    Boeing made, acft,
    at 3 AM:
    0300.

    Tanker, that is,
    fueling other aircraft
    in flight, worldwide,

    stinger lookin' thing
    out the back, for the
    sun never sets
    on the 5th Bomb Wing.

    Built in 1958, my plane,
    whole lotta' hours goin' on.
    Serial number:
    58 0091.

    Asst. Crew Chief,
    halfway decent troop
    quite though,

    name of A1C Bennett
    rides out to the ramp
    in Tanker Two.

    1100 launch
    unless the plane's
    broke dick.

    You'd break to if
    somebody chopped
    your tail off.

    'Bout 10 degrees extra
    rudder trim, that is,
    yaw damper gets a
    good workout, squirrely
    old bird, she be,

    while keeping her straight
    in flight, more or
    less.

    -------------

    On the dead quite flightline,
    Tanker two pulls up with the A1C,
    stops at the SAC ramp gate,

    so like he does every launch,
    A1C Bennett, says to his
    still sleepy, 3 AM head:

    "Please Lord,
    please let me
    not f--ck up !"

    Earlier, in bench stock
    picking up a launch box,
    with headsets, ground cords,
    a tool box, crappy cup of
    coffee, thinking,

    not for the first time,
    "Man,
    hope the real shit
    never hits the fan,
    least not right now
    'cuz I'm goin' home
    on leave next week,
    see this girl,

    hopefully. I mean
    everyone has plans,
    I wanna' make Senior
    Airman,

    and we sure as shit
    don't want to hear a real
    E.W.O. Klaxon.
    Armageddon,
    or Apocalypse
    type shit.

    Still though
    wonder what
    it'd be like,
    or what comes
    after"

    And when he thinks we
    He means these guys
    he works with,
    lives with.

    The Tanker Troops
    of the 5th O.M.S.
    Tanker Branch.

    Trying to protect a new idea
    and a grand experiment,
    name of Freedom.

    In detterance,
    attempting to preserve
    a deserving Nation,
    and a certain way of life
    for a future that's
    not so certain.

    Then he,
    the A1C in
    Tanker Two,
    pulling up to
    Tango 13, looks out
    across the taxi way.

    B 52s,
    sitting static across
    the ramp,

    looking horrible
    beautiful,
    deadly as they
    lay in wait.

    Other Bombers,
    same type ( BUFFs )
    -big ugly
    fat f--ckers
    uploaded,
    Bomber Alert Pad.

    They wait to,
    with the "Pigs" on board
    Special Weapons load out:
    SRAMS for the SAM sights
    ALCM forerunner,
    tactical nukes.

    Self defense for the
    Bomb Wing,
    in flight to their targets
    in the Soviet Union.

    Rest of the load out:
    Hydrogen weapons,
    heavy Megatonnage,
    1.4, free fall bombs
    adjustable yield,
    Thermonuclear.

    Set for an air burst
    3000 ft.
    Radar drop on the
    primaries.

    ICBMs
    120 in silos,
    surrounding
    the base,
    150 mile radius.

    Tankers
    Bombers,
    Cocked on alert
    loaded for bear,
    fueled and ready
    for an E.W.O. launch.

    Wheels up in 15 min.
    or less,
    READY.

    Full Retaliatory Response.
    ( Before the Soviet
    First Strike
    missiles detonate )

    Which we will never do,
    against our policy.
    We're better than that,
    I mean nobody wants to be
    murderers.

    Tango 13,
    The Crew Chiefs
    arrive, one's the A1C,
    feeling bad hese days.
    Thinks he might have let
    the other down somehow,
    a long time ago.

    Both getting cold,
    calling for a heat unit
    still wiping sleep from their eyes,
    expecting an on time takeoff
    eight hours from now.

    10 bombers on the ramp,
    10 tankers, 120 jet
    engines, all dead quiet.

    With the whining roar
    of the dash 60 power cart.
    Flip of a guarded switch,
    power on,
    the Tanker's electric
    guts begin to warm.

    In the cockpit he taps
    the ice cold fuel panel.
    Comparing the fuel sheet
    he reads:
    70,000 lbs. JP 4
    Slightly more than a ramp load,
    just enough for today's mission.

    Pre-flight work cards to follow:

    Engine inlets checked for F.O.D.
    shock strut extension set.
    Hydraulic fluid levels,
    accumulators checked
    for charge.

    LOX converter's full,
    eight liters.
    Tire pressure set
    for the gross weight.

    A hundred other work
    card items, pre-flight complete.
    He'll sit for a few at
    the Nav station,

    waiting for drivers,
    crew show, eating
    an in flight kitchen
    box lunch.
    ( Box nasty that is, horse cock
    sandwich,
    mystery meat )

    Crew's here:
    AC: Aircraft Commander,
    AKA Pilot.

    Copilot, AKA Co,
    Nav, and the Boomer.
    ( Boom Operator )

    Cold,
    as...
    HELL
    -15.

    Three mount the ladder while the AC
    and Crew Chief begin their inspection.

    This time honored ritual
    this-
    final safety check, this
    Aircraft Walkaround.

    Holding lives in their hands.
    "Cold this morning, Sir"
    "Yes it is, Chief,
    hope it hasn't affected the shock struts"
    "Haven't seen any leaks yet Sir,
    I got a heat unit standing by, just in case.
    I'll take a good look as you taxi out,
    good so far, though.
    Tanker One will maintain
    visual on the struts
    as you taxi down
    the SAC ramp"

    "K Chief,
    thanks"

    Not friends, though
    observing a kind of trust,
    looking for loose panels, leaks
    more than a few
    other things as well.
    They pull and count the
    landing gear down-locks.

    Completing the
    Walkaround
    of 58 0091

    Later, for the flight control
    checks: "Left aileron
    moving up,
    trim tabs down,
    spoilers up 20

    Stabilizer leading edge
    moving up---down__
    flaps clear up,
    Now moving up
    Etc. Etc.

    Ready to
    start
    engines"

    -Uneventful start,
    engine number
    one, rotation,
    then ignition.

    Same, for all
    four engines.

    No leaks, no flames,
    gauges are nominal.

    Tanker one truck,
    able net radio:
    "Bomb Wing
    job control,
    this is Tanker One:
    uneventful Engine start,
    all four engines,
    58 0091"

    Flight Crew completes
    their starting engines,
    before taxi checklist
    items, the sortie
    is ready to fly.

    Ground from cockpit:
    "Clear to pull Chocks,
    kick 'em on out, Chief"
    __
    __

    "Pulled Sir"

    Taxi report:
    “All powered, non powered
    A.G.E is clear of the aircraft.

    All panels, hatches, secondary
    structures are secure.
    Upper and lower rotating beacons
    on and rotating.

    Chocks, ground wires pulled
    you're in taxi configuration.
    Have a safe flight Sir,
    ground's off headset"

    Ground cords unplugged and stowed,
    Crew Chief and the A1C
    take their place by the wingtips.

    The aircraft shakes and
    shudders, ready for launch.
    With the quick shine of
    taxi lights, a brief salute,
    the aircraft begins to move.

    “Job control
    this is Tanker One-
    Taxi, 58 0091"

    So the
    mission
    begins.

    Crew Chiefs gather
    their tool boxes,
    pick up their launch box,
    stepping away from
    Tango 13,

    thinkin' theyll need
    another crappy ass
    bench stock coffee,
    smelling like JP 4.

    ----------

    Waiting on board
    the Flight Crew,
    58 0091,

    End of runway,
    take off checklist
    complete.

    Tower clearance:
    cleared thru the hold point
    brakes released,
    up onto the runway.

    Brakes set again,
    throttles fwd
    takeoff settings,
    brakes off
    runway roll out
    begins.

    Speed callouts:

    100...

    150...

    V1...

    Rotate,

    V2.

    VSI shows a
    positive rate
    of climb:
    Gear up.

    91 is airborne now
    no longer of this earth.
    Ascending,
    to it's meeting
    with a B 52.

    Next to hit Rivet Joint bird
    weather depending,
    RC 135, antennas by
    the shit load, slung under the
    fuselage.

    Tell ya but I'd have to
    kill ya', type aircraft,
    'cuz they were never there,
    real secret type shit.

    Out there in the air, 24/7
    f--ckin' with the Reds,
    headin' out over Cuba on
    a beaner run,
    weather depending.

    Crew Chief on board
    wing nut type,
    consumate Crew Chief
    one a them "Perfect flyboy
    profile" types.

    Officers might say
    that shit,
    guys just a friend of the A1C,
    used to be a Tanker Troop
    5th O.M.S.
    showed him the ropes
    on the alert pad.

    The A1C s
    grateful, walking
    home later,
    wishes he were up
    there on board,

    for the inflight refuel,
    he could "communicate"
    i.e give his buddy the
    finger from the tanker's
    boom pod window,
    tell him over headsets,
    he launches like a girl.

    Hasn't seen the
    guy in a few years,
    maybe just a few
    more than that.

    Back at base
    Tango 13 is empty now,
    dead quiet.

    A fire bottle
    stands it's long
    lonely vigil.

    Waiting:
    for the return
    of 58 0091




    This is about a KC 135A










    (C) R.Bennett.
     

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  2. themnax

    themnax Senior Member

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    just the e.c.m. shop for me. 68-71. a1c/e3 section 8'd out with an honorable, so what the hay.
    would have been a protester if i hadn't lived up in the woods too far away.
    usaf kept me out of the army, bless them.
     
  3. Driftrue

    Driftrue Banned

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    I enjoyed reading that, thank you.
     
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  4. Ronudist

    Ronudist Old Fat Guy

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    ECM shop ? Bombers ?
    Only reason I seperated was my Mom's failing health.
     
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    Candy Gal Lifetime Supporter

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    Oh my goodness, I missed this wonderful thread.
    I love it.
     
  6. Ronudist

    Ronudist Old Fat Guy

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    Thanks. 30 years ago. I STILL talk on FB with some of the guys I served with.
     
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    Candy Gal Lifetime Supporter

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    That is wonderful.
    You know I am a fan of your writing.
     
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  8. Ronudist

    Ronudist Old Fat Guy

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    Thanks, glad you like !
     

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