Dan, U.S. Air Force, retired
Having flown them by the hundreds when I was assigned to the Air Rescue
Service, I don't recall them being referred to as anything but "duck butts".
And yes, they were a bore to us to fly out to a designated site over the
ocean and fly race track patterns around that site sometimes for hours on
end while doing nothing more than transmitting a signal on our radio beacon.
OTOH, I don't imagine that the jet pilot of that day trying to transit the
Atlantic Ocean without anything as grandiose as the still to be invented GPS
thought that it was anything less than a relief to be able to pinpoint his
location over all of that water.
Hal
> Having flown them by the hundreds when I was assigned to the Air Rescue
> Service, I don't recall them being referred to as anything but "duck butts".
> And yes, they were a bore to us to fly out to a designated site over the
> ocean and fly race track patterns around that site sometimes for hours on
> end while doing nothing more than transmitting a signal on our radio beacon.
> OTOH, I don't imagine that the jet pilot of that day trying to transit the
> Atlantic Ocean without anything as grandiose as the still to be invented GPS
> thought that it was anything less than a relief to be able to pinpoint his
> location over all of that water.
Quit yer whining. All that endless flying kept you off the streets and
out of trouble. You have to find the good where you can.
Mortimer Schnerd, RN
mschnerd at carolina.rr.com
Next you'll be telling us you couldn't stretch out in a bunk for a
nap. Well, I'll have you know we only had 3 bunks on our HC-130. I won't
even get into how crowded the plotter's table got during a game of hearts.
But did you ever realize while you were still heading back home we
were already on the ground guzzling cool ones?
Walt BJ
Y'know, Walt, I detect a distinct lack of sympathy for our plight.
Then again, neither of us would enjoy flying those missions again. I
still have a couple of flight suits I never sewed insignia on nor worn.
They don't fit now. My theory is they shrank.
SA-16s and HC-54s don't have bunks.
Hal
We sure as hell did in my day. When we were headed back to the barn, we'd
be lucky if we could coax 140 mph out of Slobbering Albert is a long shallow
descent. OTOH, we could land and take off on water in our 90 mph airborne
speedboats, which was a helluva lot of fun and more than any of you guys
could do.
(^v^))))))))
Hal
All of my left over uniforms went under water during Hurricane Fran and, by
the time I got back to them, they had reallllly shrunk!
Hal
Why didnt the HC-54 have any? We did in the C-54E.
Did you have heat at least?
Two of our bunks were under the wing against the left wall. The
motion of the aircraft would rock one to sleep.
Yeah....we did have cockpit and cabin heat.
Possibly they did away with them when they installed the observation
blisters on both sides of the cabin. Just a WAG .....I really don't
remember.
Hal
I never did understand why F-4E didn't have a parking brake like real
airplanes. I never did like holding brakes on them until chocks.
We once had an H-60 fly from Eglin to Kirtland (I think) non stop. I
forget how long it took, somewhere on the order of 9 - 11 hours, and I'm
glad I missed that one. Those things were made for midgets. I preferred
H-3 and H-53.