T-Tail-Tall-Tail:
Thunderstorm Over Heng Chung
    
    
    Dick Reichelt
        We were coming out of Yokota heading SW en route to
        Nam to score our 'combat
        time' Sometimes it was really spooky. NO, no, not
        getting shot at in Nam , but
        rather getting lightning bolts hurled at the nose
        dome by ZEUS en route TO Nam.
        
        
        Sometimes we had to defer to the B-52s. Go get em
        guys! They were given blocks
        of the 'good' altitudes because of their mission,
        fuel requirements, and
        everything else.
        
        
        It seems that as many times that I went over
        Hengchung on the south tip of
        Taiwan, there was ALWAYS a humongous thunderstorm
        sitting right there. Well,
        with the high altitudes ,where we could have evaded
        the 'tops', already taken
        by the bombers, that left the mid altitudes for us
        to to flounder through,
        18,000 ft is not a good nimbus penetration altitude
        ,not good at all.
        
        
        It was on one of these 'runs' that I made a
        vow….
        
        
        We were already ' in the soup' not up high lounging
        in our spacious cockpit,
        enjoying the sun. Rather we were being jostled and
        bounced and having to
        'work'. We leaned heavily on the navigator and the
        radar to get us around any
        storm cells. It was getting darker and darker very
        quickly..
        
        
        The AF attitude on this subject is: Don't fly in
        thunderstorms.
        
        
        But…we had a load of stuff for our fighting
        men, there's a war to be
        won, we left home a week ago to get this stuff to
        em, and we weren't about to
        turn back and get clearance back through the stream.
        
        
        Press on and we're in it baby. It seems every
        thunderstorm you go through is
        the worst one. THIS was the worst one. St. Elmo's
        fire has the place in an
        eerie pink.` I mean it was alive. I swear it was
        dancing inside on our
        fingertips. All around the windows-everywhere! The
        rain is heavy. It is
        hammering us hard.
        
        
        I can still hear the navigator saying, !@#%*!!.
        Which I took to mean this isn't
        gonna be good. It wasn't! We bounced and stretched
        the seat belts. The panels
        were vibrating so badly we couldn't read the
        instruments. Things that were up
        were falling down. The airframe was suffering I
        could feel it.
        
        
        I want to stop right here and give tribute to our
        American engineering and well
        built equipment, and perhaps, the luck of the draw!
        
        
        'Left 20 degrees! Oh crap, that's worse! right 45
        degrees' BAM! The turbulence
        is severe. BAM! We are really being rattled!
        
        
        Now the book says take the airplane OFF the auto
        pilot in turbulence. Now if
        you thought that's what I did ,If you thought I was
        gonna interrupt George
        which was doing a such a superb job keeping us right
        side up, you're mistaken.
        We are all hanging on. Did I mention lightning?
        Lightning is adding to the
        drama with some loud BLASTS aimed right at our nose
        dome. Blast Flash at the
        same time, we were alone and really getting shaken.
        I kept looking back at the
        right wing and # 1 engine.
        
        
        The C141 wing was fairly stiff out to the spot where
        the outboard engine was
        hung, from there it became more flexible. This
        afternoon, looking out at that
        wing joint over #1 I just KNEW that if a wing was
        EVER gonna break -that's
        where! Right there. So THAT'S when I made my VOW,
        Never, never was I ever gonna
        look out there again…
        
        
        OUT the other side of the Hengchung
        super-nimbus-dragon we popped, all is
        serene. On we flew to DaNang.
        
        
        09/18/2004
    
Richard (Dick) Reichelt richreichelt@msn.com