Another day, we were launching aircraft for a mission over Vietnam when an A-6 attack bomber pulled up to the catapult. The A-6 had huge iron air brakes on its sides. The flight director used hand signals to the pilot and to a hydraulics mechanic there. He signaled the pilot to open the air brakes so the mechanic could ensure there were no hydraulic fluid leaks in the air brakes. The mechanic had to put his head inside the brakes to check for any leaking. He didn’t see any problem so he pulled his head out and gave the director a thumbs up to signal everything was okay. The director signaled the pilot to close the air brakes. As the pilot started to close the brakes, the mechanic evidently saw something and not thinking he stuck his head back in for a look. The brakes closed on his head and smashed it down to the width of a carton of cigarettes. The director signaled the pilot to open the brakes and the mechanic fell to the deck. He died a few hours later in the sick bay.
The two events above have never left my mind. I know that the guys fighting in the jungle there saw worse things than I did and I sympathize with the horrors they remember and will never forget.
Sunday, November 20, 2022
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The last one was very sad. So sorry.
ReplyDeleteWorking on a flight deck is dangerous during war and peace time. It is one of the more dangerous jobs ever, but it is exhilarating!
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