Last Week Flying F-15's

Hampton

Air Defense Dept
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Nov 26, 2006
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Panama City, Fl
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It's time. I'll be 50 this fall. My boss at my desk job has told me 4 times to quit flying - I keep getting it extended. They actually cut my aeronautical orders off 02 May, but I had them reinstated for another month - now I'm done.

Last Saturday (22 May) - ECP Grand Opening Flyby (New Northwest Fl Airport)
Took off with 3 Eagles from Tyndall at 1110:00 (11:10 AM and zero seconds) - Was supposed to have 4, but at the last minute, we added an F-22 Raptor to the program, and we only had approval for 4 jets.

After takeoff, I turned the formation NW and we flew around the large gatherings of Sea Rays over at the barrier island - nice, calm, banked up 3-ship in tight formation. Then, we circled back across the runway and flew past again, different angle, tighter turn. 2 more passes, one was straight and level in a tactical (spread out) formation at higher speeds, then we climbed out aggressively to get above a scattered cloud layer to go over and survey the new airport from above 10,000 feet.

I set up a bow-tie holding pattern 10 NM West of the target at 2,500' - we dodged puddle jumpers (small airplanes) for the next 20 minutes or so. I didn't have the National Anthem timing yet, so I kept trying to contact our ground FAC (guy with radio at ceremony), but no luck. A guy in our squadron contacted our FAC by cell phone (intermittant) and we talked to him by radio - song was to be 1 minute, 24 seconds, and it would start at 11:38:00. I started doing math while attempting to align my holding pattern to match the desired run-in. In the bow-tie pattern, I fly perpendicular to the inbound route, then lean away 30 degrees. Each turn back is toward the target, back to perpendicular, then lean away. The reason for this is that the programs tend to be random at these events. I need to be able to make my run-in from 10 miles at any second.

I fly 10 miles away so they can't see/hear us and so I can adjust timing on the inbound leg without turning (adjust speed). At the appropriate time, I left my holding pattern and turned inbound to intercept the ground track I had decided on and descended down to 1000 feet - "Cleared Close." We were a little behind, so I pushed it up a little. At 6 miles, the radio call comes in - "They haven't started the song." I verified the call, then turned steeply outbound and began looking out for traffic. I maneuvered to reset the holding pattern from a course well South of the pre-planned area (due to the high-speed 180 degree turn back out).

Just as I began to turn into holding, the call came, "It started, 1 minute 24!" I turned inbound from a random point, and began to angle in to the ground track, descend, call my formation to tighten up, and start doing math - REAL FAST MATH. Let's see, what's 9 miles divided by 72 seconds times 100 knots.... "42 seconds" comes over the radio (1/2 way point). I'm still angling in and off track. I look over my left shoulder to spot the field that I had marked as a good 1-minute point. I was just past it, so I accelerated again, then looked out to spot my target - I could't see it - too low. A quick glance at my situational display that I had programmed in holding - 30 degrees right. As I start the turn to align "30 seconds."

I see the road that would nearly lead me in. I adjust my flight path, look up, and see the new runway and tower. I check slightly right to align, then the guy in my squadron starts singing the last few words of the national anthem over the radio to help me adjust timing. As I look out, the crowd was a hundred yards North of the pre-briefed spot, so I check another 10 degrees left and check my altitude and airspeed - 1000 feet and 300 knots is the correct answer. I was at 1000 feet and accelerating through 400 knots - better answer.

I level my wings, adjust my power to make it easier for my wingmen (not too close to afterburner settings - they make the power adjustment very erratic), and ride it out for the last 10 seconds. "Home....of the....brave...no wait...BRAVE...... - "MARK!" I transmit. The guy in the squadron really did say "no, wait....Brave." He was hearing the song over the broken cell phone connection.

I pushed the power back up and started a moderate climb and slight right hand turn to show the tops of the jets. I could see that we were going to go back up through the scattered deck, so I picked a hole to pass through - a little over 45 degrees nose high. Over the radio comes "SHACK!" - perfect timing. Better lucky than good any day.

Back over to the pattern at Tyndall. A buddy of mine took off as we passed by - F-22 vertical climb to 22,000 feet, then he rolled it over and dove back down to 1,600 feet and rejoined on my left side for 2 photo passes over the sea ray crowd - 3 Eagles and one F-22 in close formation. Then, we split, he went to do a touch and go at ECP, and we broke out into tactical formation for a couple of high speed, high G passes over the crowd (in the traffic pattern). That was last Saturday. More on yesterday to follow.
 
Man does that ever sound like a fun way to spend a Saturday. I think that would even beat spending it on the water! Thanks for sharing that with us!
 
Yesterday - Last flight in the F-15:

Coordinated for the following:
Bus picked up boating friends from marina on base and takes them to the visitor 'scenter, coincidentally off the end of the runway.
Arranged to use that runway as the active runway for the day (winds were favorable anyway).
Friends and family driving in arrived at visitor's center at 0900.

At 0905, I released brakes on Rwy 31L with my 3 wingmen right behind me. Full afterburner, clean airplane (no external fuel - only missiles). Airborne in 1000', then raise the gear and flaps and pull the power back until the gear are up - accelerating too fast - don't want to bend the landing gear. Gear's up, back to full AB, check turn 10 degrees left toward the visitor's center, see the clearing in the trees where it is, then back on the stick to about 7 G's to a pure, full afterburner, vertical climb.

A couple of seconds later, 90 degee roll to the left, and a smooth pull down to the horizon, perpendicular to the barrier island outbound at 10,000 feet. A quick glance over my shoulder shows #2 over on his back, #3 in the vertical, and #4 over the departure end of the runway.

We head out over the Gulf and climb up to 40,000 feet, then turn back and climb up to 50,000 feet, in the cons (contrails), heading directly at Tyndall AFB in W-151 B-1 airspace (starts just South of the Beach near Tyndall). By that time, the bus-load had arrived at the squadron, and the folks were out in the parking lot. Over the radio, I transmit "Ladies and Gentlemen, THE CLAW." Something about 4 tactical fighters at 600 mph and 50,000 feet, spread out evenly , each 2 miles apart, heading at you is a little intimidating. We call it "The Claw."

From there, we turn away from eachother in 2-ships for about 20 miles, then we turn back in and merge, 2 V 2, in the cons (so visitors on the ground can get a feel for what it's like to attack eachother head on at 1200 mph closure (had to be subsonic - too close to land).

At the merge, we turn aggressively into one-another and dive down out of the cons - shows over. We continue on with a standard, Air Combat Maneuvering Fight at low altitudes (5,000 - 15,000 feet).

A call back to the squadron, and we're inbound. The bus takes people out to the flight line. We arrive on tactical initial, pitch out over the crowd, then I do about 4 more patterns and then land for the final time - 25 years, and no bent metal - thank God! I'm the last to taxi in and they greet me with fire extinguishers and champagne. Quite a large crowd - I'm honored.

Inside, I change into a dry flight suit (but wet socks, underwear, and t-shirt). We go into the main briefing room - standing room only. Maj Gen Dean showed up for a surprise presentation. A buddy read me my retirement orders after several minutes of complimentary words. We present my wife with an award.

Then to the bar (in the squadron) for wings, sandwiches and beverages.

Attendees:
Mom and Dad
Sister
MIL
FIL and wife
SIL and husband
10 couples from the island (boating friends)
30 guys from the squadron, wing, and AOC
10 other people from around the base
Base photographer

Quite a showing. After lunch, we board the bus and off to the simulators we go. 2 linked F-15 sims for THREE HOURS! Everyone got a chance to fly the Mighty Mighty with full, realistic video on all sides.

After a few bus loads back to the visitor center and marina, the final 4 head to my boat for a relaxing 1/2 hour before 4 hours of the last Dance Recital in my life (Dad, SIL, her husband, and myself).

Today - shuttling people to the island for a day at the beach.
Tomorrow - 25th wedding anniv and retirment party at the marina (more boat arrivals).
Monday - Relax?
Tues - Daughter's HS Grad
Wed - Last shift in the AOC
Thurs - Pack Boat
Fri - Depart for Key West (Blog to follow, soon as I come up for air and figure that stuff out)
One month later - back to the panhandle for 4th of July in Pt St Joe with local boat friends
Then, maybe we'll come back to reality.

Thanks for reading.
 
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Man does that ever sound like a fun way to spend a Saturday. I think that would even beat spending it on the water! Thanks for sharing that with us!

I left out how it started - Boat to island, change into flight suit, dinghy across sound to base, and drive to the squadron for briefing and flying.

How it ended - dinghy back to the island in flight suit to a (un-deserved) hero's welcome from 20 Sea Rays and about 50 other boats.
 
Man, what great posts. I enjoy all your flying posts. Makes me think of a young man, when I knew him as a small boy. He flew along with his dad and I in our Piper Archer. Now he flies an F-15E. Thank you, Sir, for your service.
 
Thank you for all you have done for your country. And thank you for sharing the final flights with us.
 
Notice up and coming sometime next month - available 30 days later - probably get training late in the Summer.

Give us a holler if you have a weekend off when you are in training - inland lake boating "excitement"...

Unless they send you to "Minnehopelis" to fly the 'bus...
 
John, what a great send-off for a great career! :smt038 THANK YOU for your service to my family & OUR Country! You earned your wings years ago now it's time you enjoy your retirement (or at least the next adventure of your life!). Wishing you good health and calm seas! - Jeff :grin:
 
John -- I always look forward to reading your adventures. Thanks for the great stories and for serving our country. Best of luck with the next chapter.
 
Why an "age limitation" for flying?

I understand (without really knowing a darn thing about it) the physical rigors of flying fighters, but it's intuitive that age- and the experience that comes with it- have to be at least as important as youth?

If you can pass the physical requirements, why does anything else matter?
 
It's not actually an age limit. There's very little utility in paying to keep an older pilot flying in the millitary. If you're old, your experience is required for leadership positions associated with increased responsibilty and increased rank. If you don't move up in rank - you're out. It's extremely unusual for a guy my age to fly fighters on a regular basis. Being this old, it's easier to accept the end - I'm actually retiring.

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The 3-Ship Boat Flyby - Still trying to get one with the Raptor on the left wing as #4.

 
Nice post John. Congratulations, and thank you for your service.
 

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