• Home
    • Photo Archives 2021-2022
    • Photo Archives 2020
    • Photo Archive 2019
    • Photo Archive 2018 - >
      • Photo Archives 04/01/17 >
        • Photo Archives 06/01/16 - 10/31/16
        • Photo Archive 09/01/2015 - 01/31/2016
        • Photo Archive 01/01/15
        • Photo Archive 8/01/14 - 12/31/14
        • Photo Archive 4/02/14 - 7/31/14
        • Photo Archive 11/24/13-04/01/14
        • Photo Archive 10/01/2013
        • Photo Archive 02/01/2016 - 05/31/2016
      • Photo Archive 11/03/16 -
    • EVENTS & BOOK SIGNINGS
  • About the Author
    • Contact us
    • FAQ
  • Buy the books
    • Book 2 Preview
  • Blog
  • About the book
    • Locales in the book
    • Allied Naval Forces >
      • Pacific Fleet
      • Atlantic Fleet
    • Allied Ground Forces
    • Allied Air Forces
    • Strategic Reserves
Michael S. Pauley, Author

ARMY VS NAVY PILOTS-WHAT'S FOR LUNCH?

10/17/2013

0 Comments

 
Okay, this is old “war story” week apparently.  Yesterday’s memory of the first trip to “see” the Navy brought to mind my first discussion with our Naval Aviation counterparts.  Perhaps some of you know that Army Aviators love to fly low, hot, and into harm’s way whenever possible.  We were in a foreign area and had to pick up a surgeon from an offshore U.S. Naval vessel.  (Which because I have no desire to upset anybody, shall remain nameless.)  It was a dated ship, but it did have an aviation contingent and a flight surgeon, who we desperately needed to pick up and take to some of our guys onshore.  It was not an unusual flight, and I had long been deck qualified on a number of different vessels (ranging in size from an old converted LST to a full blown Aircraft Carrier).  Picking up the Naval Flight Surgeon, one of the “Helo” pilots wanted to fly in with him, I guess to see how the other half lived.  Regardless of his reason, we said, “Sure, hop on!”  We then picked up from the ship’s deck, and headed back to shore, crossing the shoreline we did the obligatory “Feet Dry” call, and immediately dropped to our customary cruising altitude of roughly 3 feet above the highest object.  In other words, given the tactical situation, we were flying nap of the earth, and honestly hauling ass.

I didn’t see the scene unfold, but we were getting a “running commentary” from our crew chief and medic, who was watching the young Navy Lieutenant throughout the flight.  At first I guess he thought it was fun, but apparently, at least according to our crew members watching his face, the fun must have worn off pretty quickly.   The lower we got, the more nervous he became, and the more we found out about what he had for lunch.  My Crew Chief keyed his microphone and said, “Sir, the L-T’s eyes are getting VERY big!”  After a few minutes of silence the Medic in the back piped up, “Sir, the L-T’s pupils are dilated.”  Then a few minutes passed, and the Crew Chief keyed his mic again, and said “Sir, he is turning colors.  Right now we have a great shade of green going!”  Then the Medic said, “Sir, he’s hunting for his helmet bag!”  Just as the Medic let his foot off his floor switch, the Crew Chief piped up, “SIR, WE HAVE LIFT OFF!”  This phrase was followed a few seconds later with “OH SH**!  He missed!”  Naturally, this part of the discussion then evolved into phrases like “Dude!”  “Maaaannnnn!”  And my favorite, “Dude, I ain’t cleaning that up!”

Sadly, onboard a “Medevac” bird, you will not get much sympathy from a crew that has seen so much badness from real wounded, so losing your lunch hardly comes up on the radar anymore.  Instead, it becomes a simple exercise in discussing who will clean it up!  That particular discussion was ongoing as we topped a rise near the operating base.  This is where the ride really got interesting, since we initiated our typical “circling approach” right over the Landing Zone or LZ.  Now the circling approach is a maneuver where we would cross the LZ at 120 knots, pull into a tight turn within the confines of the LZ, bleed off flight speed and whatever altitude we had, right before we turn, flare, and then land.  The maneuver was necessary, since the surrounding jungle area was full of people who didn’t particularly like the notion of anyone flying over them.  In other words, if you strayed too far, then you would likely get a high velocity lead injection.  

Regardless, with the approach, the turn is extremely tight, and as you “bleed” off the inertia, you will definitely feel that G force prior to the flare and landing.  When our skids touched down, the Flight Surgeon and our other passenger literally could have been poured out of their seats.  Good thing for the Flight Surgeon he had a job to handle, otherwise, like the young Navy Lieutenant, he would have been stuck cleaning up around his seat.  I will say that on the return flight to his ship later that evening, they both flew with their eyes closed and knuckles white for the entire trip.  Naturally, payback being that fickle lady, the Navy got their revenge on me sometime later.  Unfortunately, that is a story for another day. ~ Michael S. Pauley
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Author

    Michael S. Pauley is a Navy brat and an old soldier who served in all three components of the United States Army. Living in Lexington, South Carolina, Michael is now a practicing attorney and member of the United States Naval Institute and the American Legion, Post 154, Tybee Island, Georgia.

    Archives

    June 2021
    May 2021
    December 2020
    August 2017
    January 2017
    October 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    December 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014
    July 2014
    June 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013

    Categories

    All
    Aliens
    Current News
    Day Job
    Day Job
    Events
    History
    Military
    Random Thoughts
    Sequels
    Writing

    RSS Feed

Contact us
EVENTS/BOOK SIGNINGS
FAQ
Buy the books
Site maintained by Downhill Media Group, LLC