04 November, 2023

Profile 169: Ryan AQM-34L as "Flown" by John Dale, 350th/99th SRS

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"Drones?  In Vietnam?!"


Maybe you're a total wing-nut and know all about this topic.  But, let's say you're just like those sitting in an audience of highly distinguished Vietnam War aviators listening to John Dale give his primer on,  "Drones.  In Vietnam."


"Huh! I had no idea!" exclaimed one Army helicopter pilot.  So too did a Marine fixed wing pilot.  The bride of another Vietnam War aviator leaned over and whispered in her husband's ear, "did you know about these things when you were over there?!"  Without breaking his focused attention on Dale's presentation, muttered (out of the corner of his mouth), "Nope."


However.


A USAF aviator who'd served his time in Electronics Warfare clearly enjoyed the bewildered table banter and snarked, "That was the point! (Secrecy)"


Have a look above.  It's a Ryan AQM-34L, an aerial reconnaissance drone, as it operated DECADES before the idea worked its way into the common vernacular.  Of course, today's equivalent are more advanced.  But in reality, the advance is not in form but function; they're not so much aircraft as they are aerial modems; judging by the modern version's ungainly aesthetics they look like modems, too.




The Northrop Grumman RQ-4 Global Hawk.  The "Xenomorph" from the movie Alien and a Beluga Whale.  Coincidence?  No idea, don't care.  The point is, aeronautical engineers crossed the rubicon of design years ago or they developed a strange sense of humor.

For me, the AQM-34L is an exemplar of the airplane-idea.  It still looks like a proper combat aircraft and thereby evokes the proper combat aircraft's romance — sleek, fierce, purposeful.  It's a warbird, for sure.  And drawing this little beastie was pure craftwork; the shark-like lines come to life with such ease, I can draw them blindfolded (irony intended). 



From my journal.  It's a "Lightning Bug" that I've - for some reason - mislabeled.
Clearly, I was distracted by the innate Coolness of the thing...

A little back-story is in order.


The idea of unmanned, controlled flight goes back to the first time anyone ever built a hand-tossed glider with changeable control surfaces.  Thus, it's no great feat to accept the idea that remotely controlled aircraft were conceived just a few years after the Wright Brothers flew their manned machine in 1903.  In fact, during WWI, the British had their (top secret, of course) version flying in 1917.  The next year, the Americans had theirs.  By the late 1930s, model airplane enthusiasts were busy buzzing the skies.  By 1944, drones were so advanced, they were flying combat missions, controlled by television.


"Television? In 1944?!"


This is the TDR-1.  Don't believe me about the "TV-thing in WWII"?  Click here


Indeed. the Interstate TDR-1 saw combat use against Japanese shipping, controlled by TV from an appropriately equipped Grumman Avenger flying nearby.  From then on the spectrum of possibilities afforded by remotely piloted vehicles was not only in-sight but within grasp.

 

By the Vietnam War, drones were so common., well look again at my artwork; the things were getting their own nose art



One of the challenges in drawing "Tom Cat" was trying to figure out what the crude line-art cat drawings mid-fuselage really looked like.   These "Sharpie Studies" are based on a number of sources from (former) Ryan Aircraft to other drone-fans around the world to photo forensics from John Dale's personal collection.  Which one is most accurate?  Dunno.

Back to the AQM-34L. 


The AQM series of drones were derived from Ryan Aircraft's "Firebee" aerial target, first flown in 1951.  If the reader is so inclined to learn more, Firebees are typically orange-ish red, a color that helped identify it in aerial targeting, testing and recovery.   The coloration is important because Firebees were largely flown over 'safe' territory - namely, the United States.  As Firebees didn't typically land at normal airports, recovering one in the wild (so to speak) was much easier with the day-glo color screaming, "Find Me!"



Nice picture of the Ryan "Firebee" courtesy of the Aviation History and Technology Center.


Ten years later though, the Firebee was ready to go to war and that necessitated new ID.  Now, as James Bond became 007, the Firebee became, "Model 147."  But from here on out, I'll call them by the code name assigned to the practical application, "Lightning Bug."


Packed with suitably upgraded cameras, navigation and control technology, the Lightning Bug drones started working, in their high altitude role, in Southeast Asia (namely China).   


Dropped from a Lockheed Hercules variant called a DC-130*, the drones were set to fly their pre-programmed paths and do their work — photo recon, electronic recon... even dropping propaganda leaflets.  Basically, the Lightning Bugs did everything except drop/deploy typical offensive weaponry like bombs or bullets (though they could). 


Over time – from 10 August 1964 to 30 April 1975** — thousands of sorties (over 3,400) were flown over just about anywhere it had the range (about 600 nautical miles for low alt, 2500 miles for high alt) and at all altitudes.  Depending on the model, the Lightning Bugs could do their work from deck (100') to deep blue (75,000').   Typical altitudes, however were 500-2,500 feet AGL for low altitude sorties and above 65,000 for highs.



A DC-130 carrying two "147H" model drones.  To the trained Drone Nerd, the longer-span wings indicate that these are high-altitude drones.  Photo: John Dale.


The first couple drones launched had Taiwanese markings.  November 1964 was the first time the Chinese shot one down!


You can probably imagine the impact these Lightning Bugs had — impersonal, robotic, the Lightning Bug missions were no mere annoyance.  Instead they were a continual rub that we (Gawd Bless America) were at least two steps above anything the 'enemy' had in return.  Of course, losses happened, and at first, the Lightning Bug program was in jeopardy.  But when the stats were analyzed, in terms of actually reaching targets, a drone could photograph far more targets than a manned jet.  A human-flown low altitude mission, in comparison, would include one, maybe several targets depending on risk and often had fighter protection.  Thus, when the risks got high (for a human flight), the drone mission could still be flown.  To this point, the drone program never turned down a target due to the risks that would have affected a human-flown mission.  


Regardless of how you feel about the increase of pilot-less aircraft, drones make sense in the economics of war.



Victorious Chinese and a crashed 147, c. early 1960s.
As this was prolly a high-altitude model, the raised rifles are purely for propaganda effect.


Fairly, sometimes the technology failed and the little beasties crashed.  Sometimes they were shot down by Surface to Air (SAM) missiles.  Sometimes small arms fire.  Sometimes, MiG fighters.  But, like anything, the more it's practiced, the better it's perfected.  By the time "The Bombing Halt" of 1968 came about, Lightning Bugs were the only American aircraft (aside from the very high altitude U-2s or SR-71s) flying over North Vietnam, bringing their treasure of photos, data or empty propaganda bins back home.



An example of propaganda leaflets dropped by the Lightning Bugs over North Vietnam.
Having spent a career in Advertising/PR, these things are laughably dumb.  But the cut-out counterfeit money gets points for "novelty"...


About that "back home."


Have another look at Tom Cat - a low altitude Lightning Bug of terrific repute; it completed 68 missions, ending its service somewhere over Cambodia (more on that later).   But, had it returned to it's recovery base, it could have deployed a parachute and drifted back to earth for either a soft landing or, even MORE spectacularly, being snatched out of the sky by a helicopter. 



The USAF Helicopter Pilot's Association has a totally Boss page on this process.
Click here.  Photo credit unknown.


I think it's a good time to meet John Dale.  He's a drone pilot.  He's also a U-2 pilot...but he's also... a drone pilot.   Going back to the 'wing-nuts' who read this blog, I totally get the idea of, "A U-2 pilot?!  And you're writing about his flying DRONES?!?"


The answer is obviously, "Yes."



John Dale from his Vietnam War service, leaning against "Tom Cat"  c. late 1972.
Photo: John Dale.


But a little background on John - lest you think he's spent his life playing with Radio Control transmitters and computer joysticks.  John has 12,500hrs of flight time in 76 different aircraft.  He's been flying for over seventy years, currently has two vintage aircraft (Bellanca Cruisair and a Stinson 108), flew with the "The Four Horsemen" , Tactical Air Command's C-130 demonstration team and commanded the USAF's only U-2 squadron.  



Uhh... if you don't know how bad-@ss it is to have flown C-130s in aerobatic maneuvers, in formation, click here.  No idea which one of these is being flown by John Dale, but it doesn't matter. Click here and rest in awe of their skill, power and... well... more balls than I'll ever have.


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Me:  What got you in the military in the first place?


JD:  You should know, during the Korean War there was the draft (back then).  When I was in high school, I wrestled at 102 pounds.  One of my friends told me that in the Army, you had to haul around a seventy five pound pack (laughs) and I thought that wasn't going to work.  But I thought that if there was a fight, I could do well if I had an airplane!


Too apply for flight school I needed two years of college. (For all the services) The Air Force said however; if I enlisted for four years I could take a two year college equivalency test and then if I passed go on to take the tests needed to enter the Aviation Cadet program.  So I said, "Sign me up!"  


Me:  You ended up pretty well...


JD:  Well, not everyone did.  


Me:  What do you mean?


JD:   Of the 60 in my barracks who tried this program, six received wings.


Me:  That's ten percent...


JD:  Yes.  But there were high standards.  You couldn't get a speeding ticket (or any other legal infraction), had to manage your personal finances — one guy wrote a bad check.  He was out.  No fighting... we all had something to live up to.  As an enlisted, I ended up having eight T-6 Texans (trainers) under my care.  I woke up at 0300 to preflight those airplanes for the day — I had real responsibility.  And we were just out of High School. 



North American T-6 "Texan" in post-WWII, state-side livery.
John was "Air Force" and not Minnesota Air Guard.  But, he's from Minnesota! So this photo sorta counts.
Photo courtesy of the Minnesota Air National Guard Museum.


Me:  And how did all that get into... drones?


JD:  I was a C-130 instructor pilot, in Japan, and about to transfer back stateside.  Strategic Air Command (SAC) was just starting the drone mission.  I was transferred to Davis-Monthan .AFB where the drone program was being started.  By the way, SAC and TAC (Tactical Air Command) had completely different processes and ways of doing things. I'd been in TAC and it was an adjustment for me.  SAC was far more procedural, TAC was more flexible.


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* Break Break *


The C-130 series is one of the greatest aircraft ever produced.  It's right up there with the DC-3, P-51, 707, Cessna C-172, B-52... it has done, doing and can-do anything required of an aircraft including being a seaplane.


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Me: So what was a drone mission like? 


JD:  Ok.  First thing, we flew alone.  We took off from Bien Hoa*** in absolute radio silence, which we kept until we were LANDING.  You remember learning about how so many people (in the military) had no idea we were there, right?   When we operated from U-Tapao, the silence wasn't an issue.


Me: Yes.  People are still a little surprised that we had drones fifty, sixty years ago.


JD:  For the longest time, we couldn't take pictures of them because the Air Force denied anything about them.  But we were over China (early 1960s +).  In fact, if we spotted someone taking pictures of us as we were taxiing , we would stop and take that film!


Me: Didn't the Chinese publish photos of drones they shot down?

  

JD: The Drone Program was as secret as we could make it.  (Laughs).




Posting this picture again.  For effect.   Considering that there's no way Chairman Mao's Glorious Peasants could have possibly brought a high-alt drone down with small arms, the skyward-thrust rifles and apparently loud cheers must be aimed at the Glorious Engineers of the Soviet Union for creating the SAM-2 missile.


Me:  What was the drone mission like, then?


JD:  First, SAC's Strategic Recon Center (SRC) would send us the details of the mission, in an OPREP -1 message with the launch point, route, targets, climb, turns, airspeeds, altitudes... everything.  If we're talking about the low altitude missions when we flew out of Bien Hoa,  we'd fly over water out of enemy radar range at really low altitude (50' AGL), over the Gulf of Tonkin until we'd get to our launch point, where we'd pop up to 2,000 feet and launch the drone as we had already started it's engine and made all the prelaunch checks.  If it was a high altitude mission, we'd launch (the drones) at 15,000 feet usually either just North of Da Nang or over central Laos.




John Drew this map years later, to describe a typical "high altitude" drone mission.
There are a number of such maps on the web — compare them to this one (many others are flat out wrong). 



Me:  And there's a crew at work on your DC-130.


JD:  Of course.  We had two Launch Control Officers, one for each drone.  The LCOs would get the mission plan, then each would individually plan the route, then meet together to sort out their details, then send their plans back to SRC in an OPREP-2 (our total mission plan to include the DC-130 route ) which SRC would then check as the final authority for the mission.  The OPREP-3 from SRC would be our "GO" message and the LCOs would program the drones as directed and preflight them prior to DC-130 takeoff.  About 20 minutes prior to launch they would start the drones'' engines coordinating with the pilot who adjusted the airspeed of the DC-130 to aid the LCO with engine start, insure everything was operating normally and the drone was fully fueled then launch the drone on command of the Navigator. 


The ARCO, Airborne Reconnaissance Control Officer, oversaw the mission after launch with the help of the LCO who launched the drone and our Navigator made sure we (DC-130) were flying the route planned for drone monitor .  We had to maintain line of site for control of the drones and we needed to stay away from MiGs and anti-aircraft guns...


Me:  Wait.  Line of sight?!  


JD:  Yeah.  Don't think "range" of radio waves.  Think "line of sight" to monitor the drones progress along it's pre-programmed flight path (from the DC-130).  


Me:  So what's line-of-sight look like from 2,000 feet?!


JD:  Good question.  After we'd launch, we'd immediately climb (DC-130) to about 30,000 feet.  And from there, your line of sight is about 200 miles. 



This is a photo of Hỏa Lò Prison taken on 23 December, 1972 during the war-ending "Linebacker II" campaign.
Remember - "The Hanoi Hilton" was not a single prison but a generic term that represents a wide net of locations across North Vietnam.  But, American POWs are definitely in there.  Some where.


Me:  And so duration?  Range? 


JD:  A low altitude drone had about 600 nautical miles total range (200 low level), about 90 minutes at 450kts. 


Me:  Makes sense.


JD:  But boy, did they (North Vietnamese military) want to get us!  They'd put out sampans that were loaded with anti-aircraft guns and we'd get intel on.  Though we kept radio silence, the Navy and RC-135's had the best real-time intelligence on what was going on over North Vietnam at the time and would let us know if we had threats.


Me:  So how far out from the coast of North Vietnam were you when you launched and flew?


JD:  About 25 miles or more depending on several things.  Good radar targets for the Nav to insure accuracy of the launch point...( the drones' navigation started from the launch point) and keeping the DC-130 out of enemy radar range as long as we could.   We (DC-130) NEVER got within 20 nautical miles of a known SAM site.  The drones would get close though.  


Me:  The North Vietnamese fighter pilots I've talked to all remember drones.  


JD:  They'd give a fighter pilot credit for a drone, right?


Me:  Yes. 


JD:  You know that we took pictures of MiGs that were trying to shoot (drones) down, right?


Me:  No!  


JD:  Yes!  And it got comical.  The low altitude drone’s camera’s  horizon-to-horizon coverage captured two MiG-21s on a firing pass off the drones left wing.  The wingman fired an Atoll missile at the drone which veered off and hit his lead!!



The PVAF MiG-21 on this mag cover was taken by a drone.  During my interview with John, I quit count at the number of times I was astonished by what/how/when/clarity of what the drones accomplished.  Photo: John Dale.

The drone made it home.  There is also the first picture of the Mig-21D in Vietnam which had fired his missiles which failed to down the drone and the photo of him in formation looking at the drone made the cover of Aviation Week magazine.  And we have photos of SAMs exploding near the drone... all trying to get us.



The moment a SAM-2 missile explodes to down a drone.  Each one of those little spikes is a shriek of hot metal blasting forth at multiple Mach... and obviously, the drone made it back.  Photo:  John Dale.


Me:  I know of one (former NVAF) pilot that described how proud he was getting one...


JD:  They did!  We were the only USAF aircraft flying in NVN and on one mission there were 19 Migs launched trying to down it.  I think they were using us for training as they rebuilt their air force!  But we could also do things that a manned aircraft couldn't do.  We never "jinked" to avoid AAA,  Weather risks for navigation were a non-event.  We could fly low, make high-g maneuvers, pop in and out of clouds... we'd "flick-roll" they'd (Migs) have to go into afterburner to keep up with our acceleration, too... quick left, right, those little bastards (drones) were a son-of-a-bitch to stay with!  We knew we had MiGs run out of gas trying to chase us.


I know of  five MiGs lost trying to shoot down a drone.   And you have to realize, we had no fighters protecting us.  On our first low altitude missions, we didn't go below 1500 ft. altitude, they'd launch SAMs then.  But eventually, we got our altitudes down to 500'.  


You should know that there was a high altitude drone that came back with 156 holes in it (from a SAM detonation).  


You saw the photo that the drone took of flying underneath power lines?


Me:  Yes.  


JD:  And the North Vietnamese taking a leak by his anti-aircraft gun?


Me:  (laughs). Yes. 



Another drone photo.
If you want, you can find the guy urinating atop the mound of his AA gun.
"How rude! Can't a guy pee in peace?!"  Photo: John Dale.


JD:  It was vital work.  It's a fact that the only aircraft we had flying over low altitude North Vietnam during the Bombing Halt were drones.  And the vast majority of BDAs from Linebacker (I and II)were all done by drones.   For the mission over Saigon (last drone mission), it was to prep for the evacuation to look for AAA when a C-54 was scheduled to come in for the last evacuations.


Me:  But why wouldn't an RF-4C or RF-101 do the same job?


JD:  They couldn't due to low ceilings.  We flew lower.  1,500 feet or less, below the cloud decks. And we were smaller.  And, the drone navigated better than a piloted airplane as it didn't need to see where it was.  If you shoot down an RF (manned reconnaissance fighter), you could lose the airplane AND a life.  Shoot down a drone, well, it started out as a target anyway..


During Linebacker, all those BDAs (bomb damage assessments) photos were done by drones.  Drones were the only reason we knew anything about our bombing effectiveness.  Remember, those B-52 crew (Linebacker II) were bombing by radar, not by sight.  Even the SR-71 couldn't get a picture if there's a cloud deck.   We took and brought back the pictures.



Another Drone photo.
This one is of Gia Lam airfield, c. December 1972 (Linebacker II).
Photo: John Dale.

Me:  How much film would a drone carry?


JD:  2,000 feet.  Later versions could carry 4,000 feet of film.  


Me:  On recovery, how effective was the mid-air helicopter recovery?


JD:  Pretty high!  Say... 97%.  Of course, of the drones that came back. 


Me:  And how many drones were recovered using the mid-air method versus descending via parachute.


JD:  Hmmm.  I'd say 85-90%.  True story.  We had one helo pilot catch four in one day.


Me: That's a lot of sorties.  All the little parachutes (denoting a successful mission) on Tom Cat...


JD:  Yeah, they wrapped around the other side.  Tom Cat completed 68 missions.  You know how the drones got named, right?


Me:  No.


JD:  If a drone made 25 missions, it was named.  And a face.  The crew chiefs got to name it.  And these are normal airplanes to a crew chief.  And those maintainers cared for the drones just like any manned aircraft.


Me:  What happened to Tom Cat?


JD:  Tom Cat was on a mission in Cambodia when it was lost.  The drones' programmer tells it what to do and when and Tom Cat had completed its photo run and pitched up for climb. It was supposed to pick up its climb airspeed schedule and reduce pitch to hold it… but that didn't occur and (Tom Cat) stalled and spun in.  A command of "level off" could have been given to interrupt the faulty action but the ARCO was busy with something else and wasn't watching as it was on its way home. 



"Tom Cat" just being launched from a DC-130.  Notice the little parachutes on the nose for each completed mission. Unfortunately, Tom Cat was lost on its 69th mission.  Photo: John Dale.


Me: So Tom Cat could still be in Cambodia somewhere.


JD:  (sighs). Yeah.


Me:  You know, the SAC Museum has Tom Cat.  It's in the wrong markings though.   I'm pretty happy to have an accurate drawing of the thing...


JD:  It is, at least for that moment in time.


Me: Describe your perspective on what was most important, most valuable about your service as a DC-130 pilot, U-2 pilot...


JD: Well... I got to stay in units that were operationally oriented.  Actually doing things with airplanes.  Never a dull moment.  I was always doing something with aircraft.   I got to be in on the new technology, constantly testing new aircraft, capabilities... I never had staff jobs.  I stayed with constantly evolving programs.  


Me: If you could go back in time, what would you tell yourself c.1970...


JD:  Well, one of the things… if something’s worth doing, give it the best you can.  The best you can!   And realize luck over skill… General LeMay said he couldn’t tell the difference between luck and skill as long as the mission was accomplished. 


I’d also say to stay in touch with your friends!  Everyone that you know, that you meet, has something new.  And “new” can lead ANYwhere.  You’re not “the Guy” who says when you’re gonna go - the Good Lord hasn’t called me yet;  at some time you’re going to be leaving (this world), so enjoy it while you’re here!


My son says, Dad, you’re an optimist!  Some guys say that a pessimist is an optimist with experience.  Well… I don’t know about that.  I believe everyone is capable of managing their thinking and looking forward to success rather than not.  



John signing my artwork.  A few prints will be offered by the Distinguished Flying Cross Society as fundraisers for their Education Fund.  Want one?  You can either wait until the DFCS gets their shopping cart up or let me know (either way, the funds go to the DFCS).  But don't dally.  This one will go fast.

But, look closely at the print - can you see the 'hidden' U-2?

Thanks again, XEROX!

Photo: ME.


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Have another look at Tom Cat.  It’s interesting to think that by 1975, "this" was still among the highest tech of the day.  And today?  It's still unknown.    But, honestly now, how many of us actually knew that our great nation was doing television-controlled missions in WWII???


Makes you wonder what the level of tech really is right now, eh?  They're (whoever "they" really are) prolly reading our minds right now from little gizmos attached to all the crappy houseflies trying to get into my house...


Bah.  The advance of technology is not the point.


The point is, today, John Dale is 90 years old and, (as the saying goes), "You'd never know it!"  What that oft-tossed phrase actually means is anyone's guess; are 90 year old people supposed be drooling in their soup?  Shuffling in a corridor amidst the sounds of beeps and medical folk?


Sadly, some are.  But, some aren't.  Just this moment, a colleague txted me in bewilderment as to how I get to know/experience so many historically significant people...


Hmmmm.


I guess it's that I like hanging around with them.


20, 30, 40, 50...year olds are boring anyways.



Selfie with John.  If I make 90, I hope to have his energy, enthusiasm, acumen and desire to contribute to the 'greater life' (however God/Fate/Force/"I AM" appoints it for you).
Photo: ME.


* USN deployed them from shipboard rocket-powered launchers.

**During the Fall of Saigon.

***Missions flown before July 10, 1970.





24 September, 2023

Profile 167: A-4E Skyhawk as flown by Martin "Marty" Lenzini, VMA-211



Have a look at my progress on Martin Lenzini's Chu Lai-era A-4E Skyhawk.  The back story behind the drawing is still coming; good excuse too as it involves a 3D printed experiment in how to visualize what "Close Air Support" really looked like.

The final artwork will be done very soon but I won't post until after Marty get's presented the finished piece (more to come on THAT story, too). 

So, unless you see a glaring error, hold-pattern until after 20 Oct.



30 July, 2023

Profile 167: A-4E Skyhawk as flown by Martin "Marty" Lenzini, VMA-211



50 years is a long time!  Or is it just a blink...?

Hmmmm.  

True-story — 2023 marks the 50th Anniversary of the 'end of the Vietnam War*' for the United States.  

Remembering the Vietnam War is valid as a historic event not only because it happened, but because it shaped The United States of America in profound ways.  In fact, I assert the Vietnam War continues to affect every American.  Don't believe me?  Invite me to your Rotary Club, Kindergarten, Lunch'n Learn, Block Party... 

Or, you can start learning yourself (which is highly recommended as The Vietnam War isn't really even mentioned in schools today).


Ken Burns' documentary is certainly well produced!  But be careful.  Just like the McDonalds® doesn't define the concept of "hamburger," no one-source defines a historic event, especially what happened in Southeast Asia during the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s...  

It can't be stressed enough that that studying history is far more than mere nostalgia, entertainment or collecting "names, dates and places" information. Studying history is the stuff of Life.  And we either learn or we don't.  We evolve or something else evolves beyond us.  

Indeed, "History is Nutritious.™"

I digress.

Have a look at the top of this post — it's the progress-shot of Martin "Marty" Lenzini's A-4E Skyhawk, c. 1968**, stationed at Chu Lai, South Vietnam.  I'm calling it "30% there." 

This October, the finished piece will be unveiled at a Vietnam War 50th Anniversary "Welcome Home" event.  More on that later.  In the meantime, this post will focus more on the A-4 and set up the next TWO posts which will focus on Marty.

Marty is the first to tell anyone that his story is not unique, not worthy of a spotlight or celebration.  If you can conjure a somewhat diluted Chicago accent, imagine this:  "Jaahn, ah wuz just doin'my jawb." 

But, as an "Old Guy**" he represents something so much more — an eyewitness, a participant and the beneficiary of fifty more years of wisdom to help the rest of us put the moment to good use.

So.  Before we dive into combat, let's have some lighthearted fun.

Where's Chu Lai?  It's here (look below).  


A pretty swell map of N/S Vietnam produced by the 50th Anniversary folk this past summer.  Lots of arrows. I made my own (hint: the obvious red/white arrow goes to Chu Lai.)

Today, Chu Lai, Vietnam is a resort community and manufacturing town.  But 50+ years ago,  it was a ginormous Naval base that served Marine aviation from 1965-1970.  After that, the U.S. Army took it over until the new owners took possession in 1975.  I looked for fascinating photos of the place and found none — air bases are inherently flat, paved and the buildings are rather boring to look at. 

Need proof?  Just ask any veteran of Chu Lai from the moment. Or, look at the photo below. 



I found this official Marine Corps photo on Wikipedia.  If you squint, you can see A-4 Skyhawks.  If you're looking for something more picturesque, try here.  Time changes things, eh?


What's an A-4E Skyhawk?

Efficient, effective and cheap, the A-4E Skyhawk is one of the greatest war machines ever built.  But, "greatest" is subjective, especially when geeks start analyzing data.  WWII/Korean War/Vietnam War pilot Hank Snow answered my question, "What was the greatest airplane you ever flew?" with the brilliant answer, "Hmmm.  The one I was flying at the time!"

Unfortunately, that's not exactly helpful.  I wasn't able to jack-into Hank's brain and see for myself... though I often think of Hank, his family and his willingness to share...

I digress again.

In honor of the war's 50th, I decided to do some data analysis between the A-4 Skyhawk and the Sopwith F.1 Camel, a combat aircraft of 50 years prior.   Why the Camel?  Because. It's my blog and I can pick whatever I want.

Granted there were a blizzard of airplanes I could have chosen.  But let this be a reminder to all who want to become a History Geek — we all have our perspectives, our biases... it's up to you to learn more.

Right?

Right.

Anyway.  Click below.

Be careful drawing blanket performance conclusions about Wing Loading. But, essentially, a lower-wing loaded aircraft will be able to keep a sustained turn at a slower speed while a higher-loaded aircraft will be able to haul more, faster.
In this case, a Skyhawk vs Camel comparison tells us very little than the fact that aviation changed A LOT in 50 years.

Ok, so the A-4 Skyhawk was no Sopwith Camel when it came to twisting/turning dogfights.  Heck, while the Camel was struggling to crack 120mph, the A-4E was still hurtling down the runway!  Nevertheless, this rather silly graphic does illustrate one thing — humans have clearly demonstrated the capacity to learn from the past.  

Can you imagine a proper aeronautical engineer announcing to the dev team, "Hey y'all.  I'm thinking for this next sub-space drone that we do TWO wings and a total-loss rotary engine!"  

If you can't imagine that, find anyone (repeat) in the aviation industry, show them the imaginary quote above and take note of their response.

Next graphic!

I remember reading David Halberstam's book, "The Best and The Brightest" and learning that the Vietnam War's chief architect (and former Ford Motor Company whiz), Robert S. McNamara, believed that transacting war from an accountant's perspective would make sense.

Having worked alongside Whiz Kid Accountants (WKAs) a time or two, I decided to channel my inner Wonk and come up with the graphic below:


Gawd, I hope you're laughing.
But I'm fairly sure that there are some of us who, even for a second
thought, "OMG!  We should'a had Sopwith Camels in Vietnam!"  I'm guilty, btw.


Well.  Imagine that  — the Camel is nearly 30% more efficient, pound per dollar, in carrying ordnance!  Of course it has to be done a pound a time but geez... what a savings!


Ok.  If you've never seen the movie "Galaxy Quest" you may not get the whole gist of the clip above.  So watch the movie.  The desperation of actor Alan Rickman's voice is palpable — he speaks for every soul that ever realized that there was more to life than the vacuity of "the present."

Whatever.

It doesn't take long to figure out that war may benefit business, it shouldn't be waged like a business.  If you decide to learn about the Vietnam War from veterans who experienced it first-hand, they'll likely have clear opinions on this idea, too.


Sometimes the Accounting Weenies are right.  Sometimes they're not. Seek to know the difference.

Ok.  Moving on.

The prior two graphics are (though based on fact) completely silly.  Heck, war is silly (even though our species tends to like 'silly' too often).

However the one below may be actually worth thinking about.  Years ago, Dean Failor — 7x DFC recipient and pioneer in the development of  laser-guided bombs —  and I were talking about the terrible waste of resources that went into sending huge resources to WWII targets and only miss the mark.  Laser guided bombs effectively erased that problem.

One bomb, one target --------- > Boof!

Remembering our conversation, I started thinking about the people/cost/efficiency of the A-4E vs Camel comparison; which was more effective (on a people-cost) at delivering ordnance?

Clearly, the Skyhawk!  I can only imagine what the North Vietnamese Army would have thought seeing a gaggle of eighty biplanes buzzing over their heads...

Look below.


Alright, the fun is over.

It's time to get ready to meet Marty.

I met him years ago.  It was an honor.  For one, Marty is a 4x recipient of the Distinguished Flying Cross (among others) and a gentleman of the old order.  Truth be known, I've had dinner in his home.  He's in my contact file.  We have mutual friends.  

So, if I call, he'll answer... and don't think for a second that I forget who I'm talking to...

A man who was there.

(deep breath)

This post had some funny bits and posted with my sense of irreverance.  But the purpose is far, far more sober and serious —  If you want to know "what was it like?" don't wait for someone else to make a documentary.

Seek, ask and listen.

The next post(s) will be what I learned when I followed my own advice.


This is Marty, c. 1968-9 in front of VMA-211's logo emblazoned on some building at Chu Lai Naval base.  I spent at least an hour drawing the lion that is leaping across the Wake Island atoll.  


*In spite of the Paris Peace Accords, combat continued in South Vietnam until the country's capitulation in 1975.  But, be advised — American combat in the arena didn't end.  I've made note to bring up the Mayaguez Incident at the appropriate time.  And then, there was Cambodia...

**The term is offered in the utmost respect and glory.  I've learned that 'young guys' tend to not know nearly as much as 'old guys.'   Sure, younger people get technology, zeitgeist... but time — like compound-interest can make you more money — can make you wiser.

And God said it.  Proverbs 8:11.  I don't argue with God.




23 July, 2023

FLOWN WEST - Paul Ehlen, History Geek


Somewhere east of Pierre, SD, looking East.

There’s a moniker growing-around that’s becoming rather popular:  History Geek. 

If the reader is tempted to think of History Geek(ishness) as an academic, intellectual pursuit of the quantifiable (i.e. names, dates, places), you’re incorrect.  Instead, those who scour history’s record with the scrupulosity of a 19th Century Counting House clerk are something altogether different than a History Geek.  


Now.  These NON-History Geek people are not bad people. In fact, they play a terrific role in providing the rest — History Geeks — with the framework, navigation points and scale to thrive on this strange blue ball.   Indeed, a History Geek is one who’s learned to not merely collect data but to then assemble it into … well… expressions of something greater.


“Greater?  Like what?”  


Well, here’s where things get challenging because the human story is far bigger than can be contained in a meme.  “Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492,” tells us very little.  But when a History Geek digs in to the moment and starts to wonder, “Why?” “What were the outcomes?”  “Was the price worth the gain?”  “What would I have done in Columbus’ spot?” the rewards reveal themselves in the ways that define the best of us:  wisdom, inspiration, excellence…


(Sigh)


Maybe what I’m trying to say is that there are people who “know the cost of everything and the value of nothing.”  And there are people who know the value of everything and the cost of (doing) nothing.


I’m a History Geek.   Probably, you are too.


So was Paul Ehlen.


I’ll be brief.  About a month ago, 27 June to be precise, Paul died in a crash of a Curtiss P-40E fighter plane. He’d just taken off from Ravalli County Airport in Western Montana when… well, the data wonks are sorting that out.  And thank gawd they are because the data is important to the Aviation community in improving the quality, safety and performance of all-things-airplanes.  And yeah, the irreparable damage to a rare airplane was palpable...


Those are facts.


But. Facts alone do not satisfy.  And they never satisfy. 


Later that day, I received a text from one of Paul’s dearest Warbird colleagues who stated it simply, “This is the most unpleasant way to lose a friend.”


Though the words appeared on a silent screen, the writer's profound pain was felt, the sound of sobs were heard.  Such is the depth and breadth of such news; it transcends the mere facts of the matter, reaching into the soul.


As a fringe-member of the “aviation community,” I knew Paul better than most but certainly not as well as others.  Indeed, Paul’s name was brilliantly known in the Warbird Aviation Community.  He’d backed the restoration of two beautiful P-51 Mustangs and made it possible for many more to be shared with the rest (like me).


I first met Paul years ago when he’d coordinated a commemorative flyover of Waldron Bridge, Fort Pierre, South Dakota. 


It was really a cool moment.  Two P-51s, a TBM, an FM-2 (Wildcat) and a straight-tail Bonanza camera plane, formed up to do a simple flyover of the community for no other reason than to salute a man who’d died doing his job, leaving behind an unsung legacy of Herculean heroism.  


The community was gobsmacked by Paul’s leadership… after all, weren’t those airplanes expensive?!  And didn’t the pilots have better things to do?  And FREE?  Certainly not FREE!  They have to want SOMEthing, right?!


Nope.  The cost of the event —  to Paul and his cadre — had been paid on 4 June, 1942.   The quantities of time, energy and money were irrelevant in comparison to the immense qualities of courage, integrity and duty that the moment represented. 


I told him I couldn’t find an appropriate way to thank him for what he’d done.   His reply was quick, firm and told with a smile...


“No thanks are needed or wanted.  I do what I do.  You do what you do.  We both are doing the same thing.”


The words of a History Geek, indeed.


Blue Skies, Paul.


And I'll keep doing the same thing, too... thank you for the inspiration. :(




Paul and his EAA Grand Champion P-51, "Sierra Sue."




22 July, 2023

Profile 167: A-4E Skyhawk as flown by Martin Lenzini, VMA-211

 




Long time, no post!

Certainly it's not because of a dearth of drawing — since my last full post in 2022, no fewer than NINE new aircraft have been successfully drawn (with corresponding interviews).

I will catch up.  Partly because I want to.  But mostly?  It's because I HAVE to.   And this A-4E is a brilliant symbol.

This morning, the folk behind the excellent "Cold War Conversations" podcast were charitable enough to include me in their episode list (evidently, I'll be #301).  They let me pontificate about Freeman Bruce Olmstead's undeserved 'shoot down' of his RB-47 in 1960 (and subsequent heroic representation while held in the infamous Lubyanka prison).  I drew Bruce's beautiful Boeing in 2014... click here (it's worth your trouble).

But most poignantly, podcast host Ian Sanders and I ended up riffing on the reality that 'these stories,' as told by those who've lived them, are quite literally, dying.  Of course, ALL stories (as told by those who've lived them) are dying.  No one gets out of life alive, right?



And once they're 'gone,' shmucks like me are (too often) all that's left to carry the tune.


In this particular A-4's case, her pilot, Col Martin Lenzini, is healthy, strong, smart, brilliant... and I promised him I'd draw his bird back in 20-when?! All of a sudden, I realized how I'd let the urgency of lesser-moments eclipse the more illustrious power of the past. 

"Dangit.  I gotta get Marty's story."

So, have a look at the A-4E on top.  It's a progress-shot of A-4E BuNo 151193.  It will be armed with Marty's chosen load out of "snakes and nape."  I'll be explaining more about that in the next couple of posts. 

Now, have a look at the photo below.  That's "Marty," circa 1969, Chu Lai, South Vietnam.  It too is an A-4E but with the more characteristic hump atop the fuselage.  This add-on bit may have detracted from the inherent attractiveness of the pure A-4 form but it increased its ability to survive in combat as the hump contained crucial ECM (Electronic CounterMeasure) gear.

In effect, there are two forms of E-models - humped and humpless.  (I'm glad Marty suggested 1193 as his representative Skyhawk as I think the humpless variety is just a wee bit prettier...

I digress.

Marty in front of a VMA-211 A-4E Skyhawk.

Anyways, in the event the reader is not an A-4 Skyhawk devotee, there are a few things to know:

1.  ONE A-4E Skyhawk could have stopped World War Two.  How so?   Well, in comparison to the B-17G, an an A-4 could carry twice the ordnance, had 1/8th the crew, was three times faster AND was nuke capable.  So, assuming one had a Time Machine, my statement is correct.

And the first A-4 flew in 1954, a mere nine years after WWII ended.  Progress, eh?

2.  2,900+ (of all variants) were manufactured from 1954 to 1979.  That's a twenty five year production run. 

3. The A-4 could (almost) do-it-all.  Though designed as an "attack" aircraft — meaning, tactical airstrikes, close air support, interdiction — it was also a capable fighter, level-bomber and even air-to-air tanker!

4. The A-4 was def combat proven.  History geeks know the bulk of her combat sorties were flown during the Vietnam War.  Still, Skyhawks fought under the Israeli flag in their myriad of conflicts, with the Argentinians in the Falklands Crisis and also in Kuwaiti markings during the Gulf War.  No fewer than nine nations used the A-4.

I could go on.   When asked if he had any particular affection for the airplane, Marty replied with gusto, "I loved it!"  Of course, it's not uncommon for pilots/crew to have particular affection for 'their' airplane.  But in the case of "the Scooter" (as it was nicknamed), the sentiment is that rare alchemy that happens when function + form + finesse come together to = "COOL!"

And indeed it is.  A while back, I designed a little cut-out A-4F in the markings of DFC Society Director, Charles "Chuck" Sweeney.   While flying with VA-212 Chuck was awarded three DFCs in ONE WEEK flying the A-4 in Sept of 1972.


I have a couple more.  Want one?  First come, first served.


I'm an A-4 fan boi for sure.   But what do I know? I just draw them.  Marty, on the other hand, flew them, as intended, in harms way, 350 times.  In the process, he was awarded four DFCs.  

And Marty's (as well as Chuck's, et al) DFCs weren't awarded for refilling the coffee pot while sitting on alert. 

Stay with me.  In Marty's words, "We're cleared in HOT."







16 April, 2022

Profile 161: "323" - Vought A-7D as flown by Charles "Alex" Wright, 388th TFW, 3rd TFS

 


I'm not sure what it is about being a History Geek (HG) that is so danged compelling.

Maybe it's the ability to keep calm in the face of chaos.... or see multiple sides of the same issue.  Or, maybe it's knowing the answer before others even understand the question...

Whatever it is, History Geeks (HGs) command respect. 

Why?  ONE WORD:  Perspective.


A trite, dated trope?  Bah.  The whole world is a trite, dated trope.
HGs know this.

Indeed.   

Look at the pencil sketch.  It's a Vought A-7D Corsair II circa May, 1975 and based at Korat, Thailand.

* break break *

On the whole, 1975 was a year of malaise.   In case you're wondering what "Malaise" actually is, the graphic below showed up on a quick search.  Evidently, an Icon Designer figured this was the best way to represent the condition in pictograph... 

At first, I couldn't quite figure it out as it looked like someone dancing.   So, I googled popular songs of 1975 and immediately saw that Barry Manilow had his first #1 chart hit with the song "Mandy" in January!

Now, if any song can knock you into a state of malaise, it's MANDY.   And if you actually were forced to dance to the tune, it'd look EXACTLY like above.  Try it yourself.  I'll wait...


See what I mean?  

However, if you're a stickler for details, let's let "the dictionary" define the term.

****

Malaise — /məˈlāz/   noun

A general feeling of discomfort, illness, or uneasiness whose exact cause is difficult to identify.
"a general air of malaise"

****

Why the malaise-iousness?  Well, if we were transported back in time to the United States circa May of 1975, the following would be depressing the collective consciousness:

• President Nixon's 1972 Watergate Scandal not only ruined his leadership, it also brought the ruin of the Presidential Office into the living rooms of every American that had a TV. 

• The formal withdrawal of American troops from Vietnam in 1973.  Granted, it should have been a time of celebration but the reality is, the war had stirred up so much muck, the moment 'felt' like a disaster cleanup.

• Sure the VN war POWs were home by April '73 but a third of them were either divorced or in the process.  Putting it into perspective, that's about twice the rate of the average population.

• Saigon fell, leaving an era of military men & women feeling as if they'd been cheated by their political leadership as well as cheating the very people (South Vietnamese) they'd believed they were trying to protect.

• When Nixon resigned from the Presidency, VP Gerald Ford was promoted.  One month later, Ford pardoned his old boss, ironically ruining his own chance at a legit chance of winning the 1976 election. 

• Inflation had a mind of its own — in 1975, it had cracked 9% (and wouldn't slow down until the Reagan-era of the 80s).

• American cars were (almost all) garbage — bloated behemoths powered by emissions-strangled engines, clad in orange-peeled paint, fake-wood appliqué and acres of soft, sticky, velour.  Oh and Ford was still selling burning Pintos.


• And if you were a man, the fashion industry absolutely hated you.  See the guy with the mustache?  I don't blame him for scowling.


True story.  I asked an old person about what they remembered from the 70s and the answer I received was a grunt, sneer and wave of the hand as if someone had just farted.

Malaise indeed.

However, HGs understand that the human story is one narrated by Newtonian voice.  It works like this: when something sucks, another thing blows.  And if you were a Southeast Asian Communist in 1975, your whole world was blowing RED.

• Vietnam was now Communist (April).
• Cambodia became Communist (April).
• Laos became Communist, too (December).

(sigh)

Now's a good time to get back to the A-7D above (or below for that matter(.   Specifically, the A-7D, S/N 71-0323 assigned to the 3rd Tactical Fighter Squadron (TFS) of the 388th Tactical Fighter Wing (TFW) based at Korat Royal Thai Air Force Base (RTAFB), 12 MAY 1975.

For most of the Vietnam War, Thailand hosted any number of bases for American fighting aircraft.  Ubon, Udorn, Tahkli, U-Tapao to name a few.  But none were as big or involved as Korat.  From 1962 through 1975 "Korat" was the largest USAF base in Thailand, sending massive amounts of sorties into North Vietnam, South Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos... I tried to look up how many sorties but simply couldn't figure it out.  My guess?  Over half a million.   For a single-runway base, Korat was a happening place.

Until 1975.

I found this map here.  It's a pretty cool personal page on Korat AFB

By 1975, the withdrawal of American forces left a much smaller aerial footprint in Thailand.  No need for the deed, right?   The Thai government was as tired of war as everyone else.  With Cambodia and South Vietnam's fall, Thai politicos wanted nothing more than to secure its own government (which had growing Communist influences) and stay out of conflict.  Period.  The Thais imposed restrictions upon the U.S. on what kinds of missions could be flown from Thai bases (including Korat).

Thus, the A-7Ds of the 388th TFW were simply a vestige feather of a once-mighty (now black-eyed) Eagle.  I can envision the moment now — a hot May afternoon,  a row of green, brown and white A-7s sitting idle, waiting for nothing more than to go home... more malaise.

Meet Lt. Alex Wright.   He was one of the new arrivals to the USAF's cream of fighter pilots.  Too late for the action of the Vietnam War, he figured he would wind out his Southeast Asian tour flexing his aerial muscles to no one in particular and then end up back in the states.


Alex said, "Now John, look carefully.  I want my A-7 to be weathered.  See the fading?  Chips of paint? Like that. (he paused) Like me now!"  He thought that was funny.  To me, this story is not funny at all.

On the morning of May 12, Alex was just another bored American fighter pilot, biding his time in a part of the world where he wasn't wanted or needed.

By 1430 hours, however, the gods of war decided the Vietnam War needed one more battle...

(and we'll get to this notion of HGs having 'perspective' in the next post)


I hate "SEA Camo" (SEA = South East Asia) because no one is really sure what it really looked like.  Think I'm being funny?  Look up photos for yourself, multiply that by the raging sun, humidity, wear, tear... but I do know that Alex's A-7D was painted with "anti-flash white" on the bottom. And even then, it was filthy.


13 March, 2022

Profile 160: "269" - McDonnell Douglas F-4E Phantom II as flown by "Andy" Anderson and Wade "Mom" Hubbard



"I sure love/hate the governor..."

"We went to Mount Rushmore once. My little brother/sister got carsick..."

"Watched Fargo!  Great movie!"

And of course (paraphrasing 99.97% of all graduating high school seniors) "I can't wait to leave."

Welcome to South Dakota!

Here.  Have a sign.  It's free.  Which is a good way to get to meet South Dakotans — offer free stuff.  Why?  Because, South Dakotans are simple folk, working the land, hoping that something to eat will come out of it (after the thaw) and making clothes out of grocery sacks...


Ah, just kiddin'.  But there is a point here.  

* break break *

Have a look at the F-4E Phantom II on top.  It's the opening sketch of an illustration that will soon be distributed (for free, btw) to school kids in South Dakota.   And better yet, it'll also be made into a little flingable model airplane (something to do when Tornado & Locust Season comes and families will be hunkered in the cellar).

Want one?  Of course you do.  Building paper F-4E Phantoms is satisfying and good.  And maybe I can hook you up.  But in the meantime, back to the point I'm trying to make.

Meet Wade Hubbard, you've never heard of him.  He lives a quiet life in South Dakota; pretty much the lifestyle of  everyone in South Dakota.



Ok.  Now you can have a look below.  It's the finished F-4E - specifically, "229".  From what Wade tells me, it was an extraordinary bird; Wade was a WSO (Weapon Systems Officer) and even sometimes co-pilot (the USAF had joysticks in the backseat while the Navy/Marines did not) on 229 on more than a few occasions.  

But back to the "point."   I can't really get into Wade's story right now — I will later.  But, for the moment,  his is yet another example how remarkable people surround us, often without any indication whatsoever.  Though I've been privileged to have met some extraordinary 'celebrities' of 20th Century history, the reality of life's "reality" is bound in the ordinary folk.   

I'm beginning to think that our fascination with celebrities, entertainment — "personal branding" if you will — is a terrible delusion.  As a native Dakotan, oft frustrated by certain Lack, I'm appreciating more and more the value of the Ordinary; the ordinary commitment to live one's life as fully as possible, without the need to measure it by clicks of the mouse, camera or net worth.

Ironically, Wade will soon be honored far beyond he ever imagined.  

Want to come to South Dakota?  Make plans 9-15 May... maybe you can meet Wade.  Let me know — we South Dakotans tend to be friendly (we'll share the casserole, but if you like spicy, bring your own ketchup).