From: THFoster6@aol.com
Date: 7/25/2013 4:08:10 PM
Subject: Re: Great Story - How Cessna 0-2's really got to
Vietnam
How The O-2s [Cessna
Skymasters] Really Got To Vietnam
It's 1967 or maybe early
1968, I forget, and the Air Force has bought a mess of Cessna Super Skymasters
and called them O-2s. The Cessna factory at Wichita , Kansas is pumping them
out at a pretty good clip and your problem is to figure out how to get them to
Vietnam where they are needed. Your choices are: 1. Fly them to the West coast
and turn them over to the Army for transport by cargo ship. 2. Take the wings
off them and stuff them three at a time into the belly of C-124s and fly them
over. 3. Fly them over under their own power with no C-124 attached. Question:
Which method was used? Right! Every single one of those puppies was hand-flown
across the Big Pond to Vietnam . That sounds like it might have been a Mickey
Mouse operation. Believe me, it wasn't that good. Air Force Systems Command
(AFSC) was running that show and their knowledge stopped somewhat short of
knowing anything about ferrying airplanes. The Air Force had a perfectly good
organization called the 44th Aircraft Delivery Group which operated world wide
and managed the ferrying of all aircraft; except the O-2s. AFSC contracted with
some outfit in San Francisco to deliver the planes to Saigon . The contractor
hired a bunch of civilian pilots who couldn't find honest work elsewhere. Since
the O-2s were technically "public" aircraft (as opposed to civil or
military aircraft) no pilot's license was necessary to fly one, and I'm not
sure that all of the pilots had licenses. Some of them were pretty good, but
the rest of them were the most god-awful collection of unqualified
scruffy-looking alcoholics you ever saw. The dregs of the flying profession.
The deal worked like
this. The pilots were given a plane ticket to Wichita , where they got a
quickie checkout in the O-2 if they needed one. Then they launched in bunches
of four and headed for Hamilton AFB on the west coast of California . Enroute,
they were instructed to carefully monitor and record their oil consumption,
which, of course, they did not do. That type of pilot does not monitor and
record oil consumption. At Hamilton , the Air Force removed all the seats
except the left front one. The seats were shipped to Vietnam by air, which is
what should have happened to the rest of the plane, too. Extra fuel tanks were
installed in the vacant floor space followed by the pilot himself. He had to
crawl over the co-pilot tank to get to the left seat. Next, they installed an
oil tank on top of the co-pilot tank followed by a small emergency HF radio on
top of that. Now, the pilot was truly locked in. To get out, he could either
wait for someone to remove the radio and oil tank or crawl out the emergency escape
window on the left side. Takeoff must have been something to watch. With all
that fuel, the planes were way over max gross weight. They had no single engine
capability at all for about the first five hours of flight. If either engine
hiccupped, the pilot went swimming. The route was Hawaii (Hickam),
Midway, Wake Island, Guam ( Anderson ), Philippines (Clark) and Saigon (Tan Son
Nhut.) The Hamilton-Hickam leg was by far the longest; nominally about thirteen
hours. The O-2s were carrying fuel for about fourteen and a half hours of
flight. Navigation was strictly dead reckoning. The pilots took up a heading
based on wind calculations and flew out their ETA hoping to be lost within
range of a Hawaiian radio station.
They had no long range navigation equipment. The fuel tanks were
disposable and were dropped off as they were no longer needed. The fuel pumps
were not disposable and the pilots were instructed to bring them back along
with their dirty underwear and the HF radio. The trip was supposed to take about
a week and each pilot carried an airline ticket from Saigon to Wichita to go
back and pick up another plane. For this, the pilots were paid $800 per trip
with the flight leader getting $1,000. They planned on averaging three trips a
month and getting rich doing it. How come I know so much about this? Well, I
was the Director of Safety at Hickam AFB and every single one of over 300 O-2s
passed through my domain and created almost constant headaches. Before this all
started, I had no idea what an O-2 even looked like much less any knowledge of
the overall ferrying scheme.The trouble started with the very first flight and
began with the extra oil tank. The reason for determining oil consumption on
the Wichita-Hamilton leg was to know how much oil to add during the really long
legs. There were no oil quantity gages. Shortly after takeoff from Hamilton,
boredom set in and the pilots would give the oil tank wobble pump a jab or two
and squirt some more oil into the engines.The O-2 didn't need that much oil. All
this did was overservice the engines which resulted in fluctuating oil
pressure. The pilots didn't like that at all, so they added more oil which led
to more pressure fluctuation. Meanwhile, they were totally lost and not getting
much closer to Hawaii .
Time for the old MAYDAY call on the HF radio. When that call came
in, the Coast Guard in Hawaii was running a very interesting seminar on sea
rescue in downtown Honolulu . I was attending which is how I found out that we
had an O-2 problem. The Coast Guard shut down the seminar and launched their
C-130 and a pair of cutters to find the O-2s; which they did. They herded them
to the nearest runway which happened to be the Marine Corps Air Station at
Kanehoe on the Northeast side of Oahu . I drove over the mountains to Kanehoe
to find out what the hell this was all about. That's when I saw my first O-2;
actually my first four O-2s. Aside from being ugly, they were all soaked with
oil overflowing from both engines and they didn't have ten gallons of gas among
them. One had flamed out taxiing in from landing. They had been airborne for 14
hours and 45 minutes. The Coast Guard was really pissed when they learned the
full story and was making noises about sending someone a bill for the rescue
effort. I must say, I agreed with them. That silliness continued for three or
four weeks with every single flight of O-2s getting into some sort of trouble.
At Hickam, the O-2 pilots were fairly easy to find. Most of the time they were
draped over the bar at the O-Club; a situation which was attracting the
attention of the Officers Wives Club; always a dangerous thing to do. I went to
PACAF Headquarters and told them what was going on and they were absolutely
appalled. Civilian misfits ferrying Air Force airplanes across the Pacific to a
combat zone? No way! Between us, we began firing off messages to get this
idiocy stopped.
AFSC couldn't understand
what the problem was and probably still doesn't. Hamilton AFB was taking a lot
of heat for participating and allowing them to launch at all. I was agitating
about the stupidity of this through all the safety channels. I think I may have
mentioned that when the inevitable accident occurred, they better hope it was
out of my area. If I had to investigate it, they were definitely not going to
like the report. I was prepared to write most of the report right then before
the accident even happened. AFSC backed down and agreed to let the 44th
Aircraft Delivery Group run the operation. The 44th wasn't too happy about that
because the civilian pilots didn't seem to take instructions very well.
Nevertheless, that brought some organization to the festivities which included
things like mission planning, briefings, weather analysis, flight following and
escort. The O-2s weren't allowed to fly unless accompanied by a C-47 or C-7
Caribou who could fly at their speed and handle the navigation. That wasn't
much of a problem as there were two or three of those planes being ferried each
week to Vietnam . That procedure eliminated most of my problems and things
settled down to a routine. The delivery rate to Vietnam was slowed somewhat,
but I think more total planes actually got there because of it.
During the entire
process, only two planes were lost. One ditched due to engine failure on the
Wake-Guam leg. The pilot managed to get out of the plane and bobbed around in
his life jacket until picked up by a Japanese cargo ship. The other crashed in
the Philippines killing the pilot. I never knew the circumstances. We had, of
course, the occasional problem at Hickam. I remember one pilot who landed nose
gear first and managed to snap the gear off completely and ding the front
propeller. I went out to see what had happened and got a load of bull**** and a
strong whiff of gin from the pilot. The plane (he claimed) was nose heavy on
landing and the elevator trim was inoperative. He couldn't get the nose up.
Furthermore, his transmitter was out and he couldn't tell anyone about his
problems. I checked the plane and found the elevator trimmed full nose down,
but the trim switch and trim tab worked just fine. Just to the left of the trim
switch, I noticed that the microphone toggle switch was actually bent
backwards. After several hours of martinis, the pilot was trying to trim using
the mic switch. He trimmed the plane full nose down while trying to talk to the
control tower on the trim switch. Case closed. None of these accidents consumed
any of my time. I had learned another quirk in the AFSC way of doing business.
Appearances aside, the aircraft were not Air Force aircraft and wouldn't be
until they arrived in Saigon and were formally delivered and accepted. Since
they weren't, technically, Air Force aircraft; they couldn't have an Air Force
accident. The planes weren't registered as civil aircraft, so they couldn't have
a civil accident either. They were in regulatory limbo and any accidents were
non-events. Nobody cared. That suited me just fine. I had other things to do
and I couldn't see how an investigation of stupidity would contribute anything
to the Air Force safety program. Incidentally, how do you suppose they got the
O-2s out of Vietnam and back to the United States ? They took the wings off,
stuffed them three at a time into the belly of C-124s and flew them back. AFSC
was not involved which, I later learned, tended to improve almost any
operation.
Author contact
Info: Richard H. Wood 4563 El Dorado Way, #124 Bellingham , WA 98226
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From: Steve Rodmon
Date: 7/23/2013 6:55:59 AM
Subject: Fwd: A Cup of Brandy No one wants to
Drink...Doolittle Raiders
Subject: A Cup of Brandy No one wants to Drink............
A fabulous story of
courage
Two interesting facts: #1 the officer escorts standing behind each survivor is an Army Aviator - not Air Force.
#2 When Jimmy Doolittle and Hap Arnold (Chief of Army Air Corps back then) sat down to discuss and plan this mission they did it in a Chinese restaurant in Fort Walton Beach . They drew up plans on the table cloth. After dinner they took the tablecloth with them as it was now classified Top Secret.
The restaurant still existed the last time I was over that way on US-90 (parallel to I-10).
In May, 2013, the surviving Doolittle Raiders gathered publicly for the last time.
After Japan 's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor , with the United States reeling and wounded, something dramatic was needed to turn the war effort around. Even though there were no friendly airfields close enough to Japan for the United States to launch a retaliation, a daring plan was devised. Sixteen B-25s were modified so that they could take off from the deck of an aircraft carrier. This had never before been tried -- sending such big, heavy bombers from a carrier.
The 16 five-man crews, under the command of Lt. Col. James Doolittle, who himself flew the lead plane off the USS Hornet, knew that they would not be able to return to the carrier. They would have to hit Japan and then hope to make it to China for a safe landing.
But on the day of the raid, the Japanese military caught wind of the plan. The Raiders were told that they would have to take off from much farther out in the Pacific Ocean than they had counted on. They were told that
because of this they would not have enough fuel to make it to safety.
And those men went anyway.
They bombed Tokyo , and then flew as far as they could. Four planes crash-landed; 11 more crews bailed out, and three of the Raiders died. Eight more were captured; three were executed. Another died of starvation in a Japanese prison camp. One crew made it to Russia.
The Doolittle Raid sent a message from the United States to its enemies, and to the rest of the world: We will fight. And, no matter what it takes, we will win. Of the 80 Raiders, 62 survived the war. They were celebrated as national heroes, models of bravery. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer produced a motion picture based on the raid;
"Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo ," starring Spencer Tracy and Van Johnson, was a patriotic and emotional box-office hit, and the phrase became part of the national lexicon. In the movie-theater previews for the film, MGM
proclaimed that it was presenting the story "with supreme pride."
Beginning in 1946, the surviving Raiders have held a reunion each April, to commemorate the mission. The reunion is in a different city each year. In 1959, the city of Tucson , Arizona , as a gesture of respect and gratitude, presented the Doolittle Raiders with a set of 80 silver goblets. Each goblet was engraved with the name of a Raider.
Every year, a wooden display case bearing all 80 goblets is transported to the reunion city. Each time a Raider passes away, his goblet is turned upside down in the case at the next reunion, as his old friends bear solemn witness. Also in the wooden case is a bottle of 1896 Hennessy Very Special cognac. The year is not happenstance: 1896 was when Jimmy Doolittle was born.
There has always been a plan: When there are only two surviving Raiders, they would open the bottle, at last drink from it, and toast their comrades who preceded them in death.
As 2013 began, there were five living Raiders; then, in February, Tom Griffin passed away at age 96. What a man he was. After bailing out of his plane over a mountainous Chinese forest after the Tokyo raid, he became ill with malaria, and almost died. When he recovered, he was sent to Europe to fly more combat missions. He
was shot down, captured, and spent 22 months in a German prisoner of war camp.
The selflessness of these men, the sheer guts ... there was a passage in the Cincinnati Enquirer obituary for Mr. Griffin that, on the surface, had nothing to do with the war, but that emblematizes the depth of his sense of duty and devotion: "When his wife became ill and needed to go into a nursing home, he visited her every day. He walked from his house to the nursing home, fed his wife and at the end of the day brought home her clothes. At night, he washed and ironed her clothes. Then he walked them up to her room the next morning. He did that for three years until her death in 2005."
So now, out of the original 80, only four Raiders remain: Dick Cole (Doolittle's co-pilot on the Tokyo raid), Rob ert Hite, Edward Saylor and David Thatcher. All are in their 90s. They have decided that there are too few of them for the public reunions to continue.
This year's events in Fort Walton Beach this week marked the end. It has come full circle; Florida 's nearby Eglin Field was where the Raiders trained in secrecy for the Tokyo mission. The town did all it could do to honor the men: a six-day celebration of their valor, including luncheons, a dinner and a parade.
The last four men have decided that after this final public reunion they will wait until a later date -- some time this year -- to get together once more, informally and in absolute privacy. That is when they will open the bottle of brandy. The years are flowing by too swiftly now; they are not going to wait until there are only two of
them.
They will fill the four remaining upturned goblets and raise them in a toast to those who are gone.
Two interesting facts: #1 the officer escorts standing behind each survivor is an Army Aviator - not Air Force.
#2 When Jimmy Doolittle and Hap Arnold (Chief of Army Air Corps back then) sat down to discuss and plan this mission they did it in a Chinese restaurant in Fort Walton Beach . They drew up plans on the table cloth. After dinner they took the tablecloth with them as it was now classified Top Secret.
The restaurant still existed the last time I was over that way on US-90 (parallel to I-10).
In May, 2013, the surviving Doolittle Raiders gathered publicly for the last time.
After Japan 's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor , with the United States reeling and wounded, something dramatic was needed to turn the war effort around. Even though there were no friendly airfields close enough to Japan for the United States to launch a retaliation, a daring plan was devised. Sixteen B-25s were modified so that they could take off from the deck of an aircraft carrier. This had never before been tried -- sending such big, heavy bombers from a carrier.
The 16 five-man crews, under the command of Lt. Col. James Doolittle, who himself flew the lead plane off the USS Hornet, knew that they would not be able to return to the carrier. They would have to hit Japan and then hope to make it to China for a safe landing.
But on the day of the raid, the Japanese military caught wind of the plan. The Raiders were told that they would have to take off from much farther out in the Pacific Ocean than they had counted on. They were told that
because of this they would not have enough fuel to make it to safety.
And those men went anyway.
They bombed Tokyo , and then flew as far as they could. Four planes crash-landed; 11 more crews bailed out, and three of the Raiders died. Eight more were captured; three were executed. Another died of starvation in a Japanese prison camp. One crew made it to Russia.
The Doolittle Raid sent a message from the United States to its enemies, and to the rest of the world: We will fight. And, no matter what it takes, we will win. Of the 80 Raiders, 62 survived the war. They were celebrated as national heroes, models of bravery. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer produced a motion picture based on the raid;
"Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo ," starring Spencer Tracy and Van Johnson, was a patriotic and emotional box-office hit, and the phrase became part of the national lexicon. In the movie-theater previews for the film, MGM
proclaimed that it was presenting the story "with supreme pride."
Beginning in 1946, the surviving Raiders have held a reunion each April, to commemorate the mission. The reunion is in a different city each year. In 1959, the city of Tucson , Arizona , as a gesture of respect and gratitude, presented the Doolittle Raiders with a set of 80 silver goblets. Each goblet was engraved with the name of a Raider.
Every year, a wooden display case bearing all 80 goblets is transported to the reunion city. Each time a Raider passes away, his goblet is turned upside down in the case at the next reunion, as his old friends bear solemn witness. Also in the wooden case is a bottle of 1896 Hennessy Very Special cognac. The year is not happenstance: 1896 was when Jimmy Doolittle was born.
There has always been a plan: When there are only two surviving Raiders, they would open the bottle, at last drink from it, and toast their comrades who preceded them in death.
As 2013 began, there were five living Raiders; then, in February, Tom Griffin passed away at age 96. What a man he was. After bailing out of his plane over a mountainous Chinese forest after the Tokyo raid, he became ill with malaria, and almost died. When he recovered, he was sent to Europe to fly more combat missions. He
was shot down, captured, and spent 22 months in a German prisoner of war camp.
The selflessness of these men, the sheer guts ... there was a passage in the Cincinnati Enquirer obituary for Mr. Griffin that, on the surface, had nothing to do with the war, but that emblematizes the depth of his sense of duty and devotion: "When his wife became ill and needed to go into a nursing home, he visited her every day. He walked from his house to the nursing home, fed his wife and at the end of the day brought home her clothes. At night, he washed and ironed her clothes. Then he walked them up to her room the next morning. He did that for three years until her death in 2005."
So now, out of the original 80, only four Raiders remain: Dick Cole (Doolittle's co-pilot on the Tokyo raid), Rob ert Hite, Edward Saylor and David Thatcher. All are in their 90s. They have decided that there are too few of them for the public reunions to continue.
This year's events in Fort Walton Beach this week marked the end. It has come full circle; Florida 's nearby Eglin Field was where the Raiders trained in secrecy for the Tokyo mission. The town did all it could do to honor the men: a six-day celebration of their valor, including luncheons, a dinner and a parade.
The last four men have decided that after this final public reunion they will wait until a later date -- some time this year -- to get together once more, informally and in absolute privacy. That is when they will open the bottle of brandy. The years are flowing by too swiftly now; they are not going to wait until there are only two of
them.
They will fill the four remaining upturned goblets and raise them in a toast to those who are gone.
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