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Gary Sinise in the Dragon Lady (did he just fly it at 70,000'?
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Posted on 06/13/2011 10:29:29 AM PDT by hamboy

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Gary Sinise in the Dragon Lady



Posted 6/12/2011

Gary Sinise looks out the cockpit window of a U-2 Dragon Lady June 8, 2011, at Beale Air Force Base, Calif., after returning from a high flight at 70,000 feet. (U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. Sarah Brown)



TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Military/Veterans; Miscellaneous; Politics
KEYWORDS: aerospace; dragon; gary; sinise; u2

1 posted on 06/13/2011 10:29:37 AM PDT by hamboy
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To: hamboy

Gary Sinise makes my heart skip a beat or two...can’t help it.


2 posted on 06/13/2011 10:31:17 AM PDT by kimmie7 (I do not think BO is the antichrist, but he may very well be 665.)
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To: hamboy; LucyT

Ping to LucyT.


3 posted on 06/13/2011 10:34:04 AM PDT by rockinqsranch (Dems, Libs, Socialists, call 'em what you will, they ALL have fairies livin' in their trees.)
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To: hamboy

If anyone deserves an incentive flight its him.....grateful for his support .


4 posted on 06/13/2011 10:37:26 AM PDT by Squantos (Be polite. Be professional. But have a plan to kill everyone you meet)
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To: hamboy

Left-wing actors also get around, but their rides are not so stylish.

5 posted on 06/13/2011 10:39:04 AM PDT by ClearCase_guy (The USSR spent itself into bankruptcy and collapsed -- and aren't we on the same path now?)
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To: hamboy

I’m not completely sure of his beliefs, but based on his actions, I was always hoping he’d go into politics.


6 posted on 06/13/2011 10:39:13 AM PDT by I cannot think of a name
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To: hamboy
Lieutenant Dan!
7 posted on 06/13/2011 10:40:52 AM PDT by Common Sense 101
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To: Squantos

Lt Dan is the man!

His WWII In Color series is pretty good too.


8 posted on 06/13/2011 10:49:05 AM PDT by MileHi ( "It's coming down to patriots vs the politicians." - ovrtaxt)
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To: MileHi

Yep yep yep....agree !


9 posted on 06/13/2011 10:53:53 AM PDT by Squantos (Be polite. Be professional. But have a plan to kill everyone you meet)
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To: hamboy

Gary probably flew on the dragon lady but fly it,I don’t think so.Even for professional pilots the U-2 is a very difficult aircraft to fly.I recall reading in the Book “Skunk Works” that the planes cruising speed is only ten miles per hour from it’s stalling speed.So if the pilot didn’t fly carefully the plane would crash quite easily.


10 posted on 06/13/2011 11:00:17 AM PDT by puppypusher (The World is going to the dogs.)
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To: hamboy
Oh Goody, A High Flying Bird Thread!
Gives me the opportunity to post my "once a year" favorite SR-71 tale!
Enjoy

“ASPEN 20” – SR-71 – Groundspeed Check


There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71 Blackbird (The Air Force/NASA super fast, highest flying reconnaissance jet, nicknamed, "The Sled"), but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane - intense, maybe, even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat.

There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him.

The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot who asked Center for a read-out of his ground speed. Center replied: “November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground.”

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the "Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios. Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed in Beech. “I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.”

Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check.” Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a read-out? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.”

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it - the click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: “Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money.” For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A. came back with, “Roger that Aspen. Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.”

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
11 posted on 06/13/2011 11:03:02 AM PDT by freejohn
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To: kimmie7

I see him as a true American and patriot in so many ways. I fully expect to send his new Foundation a part of our yearly charity contribution when it starts later this month.


12 posted on 06/13/2011 11:03:39 AM PDT by Portcall24
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To: freejohn
Gives me the opportunity to post my "once a year" favorite SR-71 tale!

I have a MUCH better one for you.

In the 1980s, with both SR-71 and U-2 Dets stationed at Kadena, there was a healthy rivalry between the two groups.

The U-2 Det were nicknamed the "Black Cats". They had as a mascot an actual black cat named ... wait for it ... "Blackie". Go figure.

They decided that they were going to make Blackie an actual member of the Det by ... wait for it ... flying him to altitude in a U-2 (I think the Q-bay was pressurized).

Well, the cat was never the same. Basically the poor thing went nuts, and the Det decided that fixing was ... wait for it ... the fix.

They kept the removed testicles, put them into a jar labeled "Blackie's Balls: Flown to 70,000 feet in a U-2" which had a place of honor in the Det's common room on base.

The SR-71 guys decided to have a little fun. They ... wait for it ... STOLE (gasp!) the jar with Blackie's balls, and replaced the testicles with a pair of chicken hearts (or maybe livers) that had been seared to a crisp with a butane torch.

They put the crispy bits back into the jar and returned it to the U-2 Det's room. Except the jar was now labeled ... wait for it ... "Blackie's Balls: Flown at Mach 3+ in an SR-71".
13 posted on 06/13/2011 11:14:42 AM PDT by tanknetter
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To: hamboy

must be tough without legs


14 posted on 06/13/2011 11:30:34 AM PDT by beebuster2000
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To: puppypusher
The picture don't show much if two-seater trainer or single seater.  Yeap he'd need lots of jet fighter flying hour (I guess) before be allowed to fly solo a long-winged U-2.  USAF has decommissioned SR-17 but kinda surprise the U-2/TR-1 still operating.  Below is the two-seater U-2...


15 posted on 06/13/2011 11:58:57 AM PDT by hamboy
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To: freejohn

The SR-71 story I remember hearing went something like this:

Center, Colt 21 requesting flight level 550.

Colt 21, Center, if you can reach it, you are cleared flight level 550.

Center, Colt 21, decending to flight level 550.


16 posted on 06/13/2011 12:03:54 PM PDT by Sergio (An object at rest cannot be stopped! - The Evil Midnight Bomber What Bombs at Midnight)
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To: kimmie7
Gary Sinise makes my heart skip a beat or two...can’t help it.

Same with Mrs. Patriot, as she never fails to tell me.

17 posted on 06/13/2011 12:16:39 PM PDT by Navy Patriot (Holy flippin' crap, Sarah rocks the world!)
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To: hamboy

Big salute to “Lt. Dan!”


18 posted on 06/13/2011 12:17:08 PM PDT by Tucker39
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To: hamboy

Mr. Sinise is a Patriot and a great American.


19 posted on 06/13/2011 12:26:23 PM PDT by OriginalChristian (The end of America, as founded, began when the first Career Politician was elected...)
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To: OriginalChristian; Tucker39; Common Sense 101; ClearCase_guy

Well, imagine if the grizzly mom would ride the U-2/TR-1B in the front seat to 80,000’ and gets similar photo after touchdown like Gary’s? I’ll bet the lefts will go nuts, LOL...


20 posted on 06/13/2011 12:52:08 PM PDT by hamboy
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To: Tucker39
The Lt. Dan Band should be the lead band for the 2013 Inaugural Ball for our new Patriotic American President!
21 posted on 06/13/2011 12:54:55 PM PDT by WellyP
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To: rockinqsranch

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Thanks for the ping, rockinqsranch.

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22 posted on 06/13/2011 4:39:58 PM PDT by LucyT
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