Skip to comments.(HUMOR) Hail to the Air Force - Trash Haulers Have Fun Too. A C130 Herky Bird Over Baghdad.
Posted on 06/01/2004 7:20:00 PM PDT by Happy2BMe
There I was at six thousand feet over central Iraq, two hundred eighty knots and we're dropping faster than Paris Hilton's panties. It's a typical September evening in the Persian Gulf; hotter than a rectal thermometer and I'm sweating like a priest at a Cub Scout meeting.
But that's neither here nor there. The night is moonless over Baghdad tonight, and blacker than a Steven King novel. But it's 2004, folks, and I'm sporting the latest in night-combat technology. Namely, hand-me-down night vision goggles (NVGs) thrown out by the fighter boys.
Additionally, my 1962 Lockheed C-130E Hercules is equipped with an obsolete, yet, semi-effective missile warning system (MWS). The MWS conveniently makes a nice soothing tone in your headset just before the missile explodes into your airplane. Who says you can't polish a turd? At any rate, the NVGs are illuminating Baghdad International Airport like the Las Vegas Strip during a Mike Tyson fight. These NVGs are the cat's arse. But I've digressed.
The preferred method of approach tonight is the random shallow. This tactical maneuver allows the pilot to ingress the landing zone in an unpredictable manner, thus exploiting the supposedly secured perimeter of the airfield in an attempt to avoid enemy surface-to-air-missiles and small arms fire. Personally, I wouldn't bet my pink arse on that theory but the approach is fun as hell and that's the real reason we fly it.
We get a visual on the runway at three miles out, drop down to one thousand feet above the ground, still maintaining two hundred eighty knots.
Now the fun starts. It's pilot appreciation time as I descend the mighty Herk to six hundred feet and smoothly, yet very deliberately, yank into a sixty degree left bank, turning the aircraft ninety degrees offset from runway heading. As soon as we roll out of the turn, I reverse turn to the right a full two hundred seventy degrees in order to roll out aligned with the runway. Some aeronautical genius coined this maneuver the "Ninety/Two-Seventy." Chopping the power during the turn, I pull back on the yoke just to the point my nether regions start to sag, bleeding off energy in order to configure the pig for landing.
"Flaps Fifty!, Landing Gear Down!, Before Landing Checklist!" I look over at the copilot and he's shaking like a cat shitting on a sheet of ice. Looking further back at the navigator, and even through the NVGs, I can clearly see the wet spot spreading around his crotch. Finally, I glance at my steely-eyed flight engineer. His eyebrows rise in unison as a grin forms on his face. I can tell he's thinking the same thing I am.
"Where do we find such fine young men?" "Flaps One Hundred!" I bark at the shaking cat. Now it's all aimpoint and airspeed. Aviation 101, with the exception there's no lights, I'm on NVGs, it's Baghdad, and now tracers are starting to crisscross the black sky.
Naturally, and not at all surprisingly, I grease the Goodyear's on brick-one of runway 33 left, bring the throttles to ground idle and then force the props to full reverse pitch. Tonight, the sound of freedom is my four Hamilton Standard propellers chewing through the thick, putrid, Baghdad air. The huge, one hundred thirty thousand pound, lumbering whisper pig comes to a lurching stop in less than two thousand feet.
Let's see a Viper do that! We exit the runway to a welcoming committee of government issued Army grunts. It's time to download their beans and bullets and letters from their sweethearts, look for war booty, and of course, urinate on Saddam's home.
Walking down the crew entry steps with my lowest-bidder, Beretta 92F, 9 millimeter strapped smartly to my side, I look around and thank God, not Allah, I'm an American and I'm on the winning team. Then I thank God I'm not in the Army.
Knowing once again I've cheated death, I ask myself, "What in the hell am I doing in this mess?" Is it Duty, Honor, and Country? You bet your arse. Or could it possibly be for the glory, the swag, and not to mention, chicks dig the Air Medal. There's probably some truth there too. But now is not the time to derive the complexities of the superior, cerebral properties of the human portion of the aviator-man-machine model.
It is however, time to get out of this crap-hole. "Hey copilot, clean yourself up! And how's 'bout the 'Before Starting Engines
God, I love this job!
- Author chooses to remain anonymous
Herky Birds over Baghdad - ping.
obnoxious character, glad I'm not his copilot.
Obnoxious? It's a required trait for any USAF pilot. Check the T.O.!
2nd Sweetest sound in the world - a Herk with your name on it -- so as to depart the AO - on hot final!
You'd probably be obnoxious, too, if you were a C-130 driver knowing deep down inside that you didn't cut it as a fighter (real) pilot. Hehe ;)
C-130s are a blast. It's just too cool to watch the pallets fly out the back door or head in for a short field landing.
I'm kid of surprised they are still using E models. Even the AF reserve has H and J models. The H models are only 15 years old and the J's are fresh off the line.
LOL, that's cool.
Why would a normal pilot look over his shoulder while attempting a landing and gayze at his navigator's crotch? Strange.
Erp . . sorry, can't answer that. When landing planes, it is advisable to never look below instrument level.
Hmmmm. Runway on the nose. 90 degree left turn, then a 270 degree right turn puts the runway directly behind you unless you start the maneuver right over the middle of the runway. He didn't mention that part.
No wonder he's a C-130 pilot!
Great post thanks! As for old aircraft, the Marines are still flying CH-46s aren't they?
Of COURSE they are... the 130 is a damn fine airplane. Not pretty, to be sure, but it's the beat-up Chevy Pickup of airplanes. For some as-yet unexplained reason the little buggers just seem to refuse to quit flyin'. Gotta respect that. :-)
Cute and funny story, but fiction.
There you have it! I guess he should have been listening to his nav's directions instead of checking out his package.
No wonder he's a C-130 pilot!
Good catch. Maybe he was backing in? :=)
Sure. The P-3Bs we flew out of Cam Ranh Bay, RVN, on night recon hops in 1970 were still being flown by the Navy in 1991. In fact, the particular ones I flew in Vietnam were the same ones I flew at SOWEY 20 years later.
Yer gonna love this one, Flyboys!
answer is "air force, home of gays and lesbians"! :-)
not all of course - but in my Army experience in Okinawa - most fag busts were on Kadena.
mostly in the womens barracks.....
As they say of the CH46, the last one was built in 1970. The last CH46 pilot hasn't been born yet!
90 degrees (relative) is right turn.
'Nother 270 degree turn (relative to the new course at right angles to the first course) completes the full circle.
(He wants to land on runway 33 = 330 degrees true. First 90 deg turn puts him on course 060 true.
Next 270 degree (relative) turn puts back on course 330 true.
He's landing on the wrong side though! 33R is the proper side isn't it?
LOL. Thanks for the ping Swervie. Smooch.
A 90-270 maneuver is a method of reversing course. If his initial heading were 330, he'd wind up heading 150 after the two turns.
The C-130 is the sweetest bird alive. They are in the inventory because they perform their one-of-a-kind job so well. When you speak of my aircraft do it in reverent tones from now on maggot.
...yank into a sixty degree left bank, turning the aircraft ninety degrees offset from runway heading. As soon as we roll out of the turn, I reverse turn to the right a full two hundred seventy degrees...
Like the B52, the UH-1, the M2 .50 Cal, and until recently, the M1911, the C130 was "a good deal". Not something our government is usually known for.
Reminds me of the first ride I got in a Cobra, the crew chief tried to do a Statement of Charges on me for a seat cushion.... my @$$hole chewed a hole in it trying help me hold on.
Lockheed has a way of making good sh*t.
His opening words lost me - typical of a jackass like the jackasses guarding(?) the iraqi prisoners
These are Real pilots - not that airfarce jackass.
Speaking of jackasses (and CH-46's) - did anyone hear that stupid reporter on FOX that was running down the saudi commando unit (correctly) because they were flying the "ancient run-down" CH-46 hellicoters for their assault??
He stated that the saudis were taking the anti-terrorist force seriously enough because they were made to use such antiquated euipment.
Gee- it sounds like the Marines!
We the unwilling
Led by the unknowing
Are doing the impossible
For the ungrateful
We have done so much for so long with so little
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing
I loved the JATO night takeoffs or a JATO pallet drop.
They don't waste JATO stuff on media joyrides.
Until we stretched the runway at Dong Ha out for them, JATO's were quite common.
LOL !! Any article that starts off .....
There I was at six thousand feet over central Iraq, two hundred eighty knots and we're dropping faster than Paris Hilton's panties .....
.... has to be considered a MUST READ !! LOL!
Hilarious ! Thanks.
When we were stationed in The Azores, Portugal, my Dad worked with a Sergeant Wills in "Crash Control" on the flight line. (Air Force). The Fire Department that was responsible for being ready for any planes that may be coming in with trouble.
Anyway, Sergeant Wills had two sons. One was a Sophomore the year I was a Senior and the other was in the 6th or 7th grade. The sons ended up as Officers in the Air Force as well. One flies C-130's and the other flies a fighter plane, F-16's I think. One is a base commander here in the States now, too.