Sunday, January 11, 2009

First Draft Finished!

Wow, I'm dizzy from all the chair spins!

Ok, for those who have been following this project, this may be a bit of a surprise, because I'm WAY ahead of my original plan.

I just finished typing the first draft, just now, at about 7pm, Sunday, 11 January 2009. I'm pretty stoked about that!

Now of course @TinaMc, Tina McAllister, my FANTASTIC editor and I will have to go fix a lot of stuff that I wrote when I should have been asleep, but I'm hoping editing goes pretty quickly.

Also, @mousewords, Christine Taylor my AMAZINGLY GIFTED artist is hard at work designing the cover for the book.

I'm optimistically thinking we can publish BEFORE my target date, possibly early March!

Stay tuned! I'll be taking advanced orders soon! Be looking for the big Book Launch details, with massive promotional deals and then the book signing tour begins!

Honestly, I have no idea what happens next, but that sure sounds like a good plan right?

Carlin in Seattle

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Subic Bay Naval Base - Republic of the Philippines - Jeepney

From Storm Book


As I get time, I'll post links here to other resources, and will probably use Wikipedia.org a lot, since they've got such a great resource already!

Anyone who has been to the Philippines will recognize the Jeepney, if not, here's a little post from the book I wrote today:

DAY 223 - 28 MARCH 1991
Liberty - In Port - Subic Bay Naval Base - Republic of the Philippines
We had to muster at the ship by 1030 today, so after only a couple hours of sleep, we all gathered up and hired a Jeepney for the ride back to base. Jeepney are one of the wonders of being in a foreign country, really! Just to see that free enterprise can work anywhere! The original Jeepney was built from surplus US Army Jeeps left in the Philippines after World War II. The back half of the body was stripped off, and then stretched longer to install a pair of bench seats that faced sideways, a long metal roof installed.

Passengers enter from the back, and you just pass your fare forward. Sometimes change comes back, sometimes not, but its a pretty good bet you'll do ok. When we'd be going out on the town, we'd always have lots of money, so 2 or 3 of us would hire an empty Jeepney and get a Private ride, direct to where we wanted to go. Coming home we were usually tired and nearly broke, so we'd pile in with everyone else.

I should say also, that "a lot of money" was typically $20 to maybe $30, which was enough for more beer than you needed, some food, snacks, entertainment and usually a place to sleep that night, your body guard, and company. We often figured that we lost or were robbed of more money than we actually spent, but at $20 a night, it still didn't seem so bad, right?

Saturday, January 10, 2009

DAY 210 - 15 MARCH 1991 - Patong Beach, Phuket Thailand

DAY 210 - 15 MARCH 1991
Liberty - In Port - Patong Beach, Phuket Thailand
I slept in today, finally got ready to head out to Phuket about noon. The Ships Master of the Kilauea and I were the only ones on the liberty launch, it seems the rest of the crew were already ashore. We started with the liberty launch, a fairly large boat, then as we got close to shore, we were switched to a small boat, because the water gets shallow quite a way out.

The local boats have a very unique looking motor set up. As opposed to your normal Outboard motor like you'd see on a fishing boat, these boats had a motor on a pedistal, with a long handle out the front to pivit it with, and a long straight shaft running out the back, to the propeller. Looks very unsafe, if nothing else, with all the exposed parts, but as we got closer to shore, I began to see the genius of the contraption. The boat driver could lift the prop as we hit the shallow water, and even pivot the motor sideways out the side of the boat, for a very effective turn around. Not to bad!

I checked into a hotel for about 700 Thai baht, or about $30 US. Took a quick look at my room, dropped off my duffle bag, and went for a look around town for a couple hours. Eventually I found some of our crew, Zippy, Searles, Tabor, and some of their wives were hanging out. That's right, these guys had their wives fly over to Thailand.

Later on we found a cool little bar called Duck Tonight, which became one of our official meet up places. Beer was cheap and cold. The girls were cute and very warm. That makes for a dangerous combination, especially after being out for over 6 months. We ended up drinking off and on till around 0600, when I finally dragged my silly ass back to my hotel. Slept a few hours and then headed back to the boat, need to save a bit of money, it would be pretty easy to come out of a place like Thailand broke and happy though!

Shellback Initiation

This is another essay I wrote for my English 101 class, a few years after I got out of the Navy. I was using my GI Bill education money. This event happened on a previous cruise, when I was deployed on the USS Niagara Falls. Oh,and if you're wondering, I got an A on this essay, and I also submitted it to a military themed daily email service, where it was published. Ok, enough preamble, on with the show!

Shellback Initiation
USS Niagara Falls, January 1, 1990
Zero Degrees Latitude Somewhere in the Indian Ocean

Officially known as The Shellback Initiation, this event goes back to the day of wooden ships and iron men. The shellback initiation is a way to prove a person's worthiness to be admitted to King Neptune's court. A Shellback is a creature that has proven his worth, and any other who has not been initiated is considered a slimy pollywog, basically the most worthless form of scum. The initiation is only performed when a ship crosses the Equator, and in our case we crossed in the Indian Ocean, on January 1, 1990.

"Get Out of your rack! Get Dressed!" Crash! Trashcans slam into the bulkheads like the drums of hell. Is it too late to panic? "You worthless, slimy wog....On Your knees! Face Down! Why don't you know how to even get dressed right?" The "uniform for the day" consists of wearing everything backwards and inside out. For example, pants are inside out and backwards, then underwear on the outside. "Get on your knees! You are lower than whale dung, the most miserable form of sea life..." Nothing a slimy wog ever does is fast enough, or even right for that matter. Mistakes were punished with the shalaylee, made from an old fire hose, about two feet in length. Even though it is not "supposed" to be swung with much force, after a few hours of getting one's butt beat with a piece of fire hose does have an effect. Just the sound of that shalaylee whistling through the air would cause great concern!

"Breakfast" was runny scrambled eggs with shells left in, green coloring, and lots of Tabasco sauce. We were "encouraged" to just dig right in, like a bunch of pigs in the slop. It was almost a relief when the fire hose came along for our ritualistic cleansing, if it hadn't been so cold..."Lunch" was oddly colored and rotten smelling macaroni salad. By this time I was pretty hungry, so I just planted my face into the macaroni and took a big mouthful. I didn't think they would feed us bad food, although the eggs should have been a clue! YUCK!

Finally the actual ceremony began on the Flight Deck from Hell, as anything that happened before sunrise doesn't count. Wogs from all over the ship were herded in droves toward the starboard flight deck ladder, barking and yelping as we crawled. As we turned to climb the ladder, the salt-water fire hose was turned on in a cleansing high velocity fog. First we were mustered with the Royal Scribe, who made note of our worthless existence on a long scroll. Next the Royal Doctor inspected us for barnacles or other maladies of the deep, and gave us a potion of the most gawd awful tasting goo, which we had to swallow completely. And finally we were presented before King Neptune, to see if we were worthy to enter his royal kingdom. The path to becoming a Trusty Shellback is filled with many hardships, such as slithering through a long canvas chute filled with a weeks worth of garbage, or being placed in the stocks. The last step is the Baptism in the Green Sea, where the slimy wogs are dunked into a large tank filled with salt water and green sea dye marker. I was then told to stay underwater until the tank is hit three times, at which point I would rise from the sea, and answer a question. Sometimes a wog would be left underwater for a while to have more time to think of his worthiness. If he came up for air too soon, he would have to start over. Of course the question was always the same, and known to all Trusty Shellbacks. Upon answering correctly, I had become a Trusty Shellback, and allowed for the first time all day to stand up and walk with out being beaten.

Finally it was over. We threw what was left of our uniforms overboard, and were once again rinsed off with those salt-water fire hoses. Then, like a long line of naked refuges, we slowly toddled into our berthing areas, and took a hot shower. Was it worth it? Sure! On the next cruise, we got to initiate the new wogs, and helped keep one of the Navy's long living traditions alive.

Business As Usual

This is an essay I wrote for my English 101 class, a few years after I got out of the Navy. I was using my GI Bill education money. The story is true, in fact, this was Helo #10, which we had nicknamed Splash after tonight. This event happened on a previous cruise, when I was deployed on the USS Niagara Falls. The same #10 we had for the last half of the Desert Storm Detachment... Oh,and if you're wondering, I got an A on this essay, and I also submitted it to a military themed daily email service, where it was published. Ok, enough preamble, on with the show!

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Business As Usual

Feeling the constant gentle breeze on my face, tasting the salt spray on my lips, I peer into the inky blackness. The beast is closer now. Hypnotic red flashes from its eyes, exploding into fireworks through the prisms of salt on my goggles. I snap myself back to reality as the tornado-like downdraft envelopes me. The saltiness is now replaced with the sweet foul smell of the searing dragon's breath and the rhythmic beating of the beast's wings as it swoops over my head, stopping in mid air, searching. I stand firm, arms stretched upward, fighting to keep my balance, until finally I snare the beast, hooking my three thousand pounds of cargo to the cargo hook dangling below the HH-46 Sea Knight helicopter. As I run toward safety, I hear the angry roar increase as the helo groans under the new load, pulling it clear of the flightdeck of the USS Niagara Falls, and starts into forward flight toward the warship a hundred yards to our port side. We are doing a long VERT-REP (Vertical Replenishment), where we use our two helicopters to move cargo from our ship to other ships. These evolutions often extend from one shift to the next, from sunset to sunrise, in all kinds of weather. We have been deployed for a few months already; it is very routine, almost boring, business as usual here in the Sea of Japan.

It is dark tonight: no stars, no moon, and no visible horizon. The sea is fairly rough, with waves between three and five feet, white caps visible sometimes. As the helo clears the edge of the flightdeck, time seems to slow down. An explosion of sparks is streaming from the port engine exhaust like a swarm of angry hornets...the helicopter seems to falter as the port engine fails. The crew releases the cargo hook; the load falls away and hits other cargo on the edge of the flightdeck. It stays perched there a few heartbeats, then slowly rolls over the side with a huge splash. The helo swoops toward the waves, trying to pick up speed. From the flightdeck, I can see the helo hit the water in an explosion of saltwater spray. The other ship lights the helo with powerful searchlights, creating a large halo in the churning mists being whipped by the spinning rotorblades.

After splashing down into the water, the aircrew in the back of the helo begins tossing all the equipment out the aft cargo door of the helo trying to make the aircraft light enough to fly. The pilots also dump most of their fuel in the last desperate attempt to reduce to single engine flight weight. Forward flight in a helo is easier than hovering, because the leading edge of the rotors are in "clean" or undisturbed air. Ground effect also helps, as they are riding on a cushion of air formed between the ground and the rotors. The helo starts moving forward in the rough sea in a struggle to lift out of the water, skipping across the tops of the waves. Like a dolphin, the helo leaps out of the water, only to plunge back in, until the front chin bubble window caves in, shooting a geyser of cold seawater up between the legs and into the face of the co-pilot. Startled into a scream, he flinches and pulls up on the collective control, lifting the helo into the air just enough to keep the landing gear out of the wave tops. Once clear of the water, the helo is able to stay airborne, in the ground effect.

We clear the flightdeck of all personnel, and prepare for a crash landing. The helo skims the wave tops in a long arc turning down wind, and then turns up the wake of the ship to build up as much speed as possible. From this low angle, the pilot cannot see his landing area, which is completely hidden by the staged cargo pallets. Approaching the ship, the wounded beast makes one last heroic charge, seeming to groan with the effort, its mighty wings clawing desperately at the turbulent air. Its fearsome red eyes appear first as its head is thrust over the mountain of cargo standing between the sea and its nest. With a few more flaps it arches over the last obstacle, and lands with a heavy thud, wings outstretched, narrowly missing the cargo nets that surround it. Then with a weary sigh, the beast settles into an exhausted sleep.

The crew gathers around, cautiously at first, gently folding the wings back, and reverently moves the beast into its cave where it will recuperate. It was, after all, only business as usual.

DAY 198 - 3 MARCH 1991 - Sea Stories and Call Signs and Chinese Dragons, Oh My

DAY 198 - 3 MARCH 1991
Well, we decided to see what had gone wrong on 10's Starboard MLG strut this time. We had a choice, of replacing it with a new strut, which we didn't have available, so would have to wait on, or take it apart again, and see what went wrong. Well, as it turns out, its a good thing we took it apart, for another look!

Remember, the last time we took the strut apart, it was that long Day from Hell right? Well, we were all kind of tired by the time it went back together. One step we would always take when taking something apart that had very finely machined surfaces, and especially hydraulic parts, is to protect the parts with a very clean "lint free" rag. Not just regular cotton rags now, but a synthetic cloth that doesn't leave even fibers behind. Anyway, as a precaution, we had stuffed a couple lint free rags up into the shock strut barrel, to keep the dust and non skid grit from the hanger floor from migrating up the tube.

When we finally got the seals replaced and the floating piston properly installed into the lower piston assembly, I remember the discussion to make sure all the lint free rags were removed from the various tubes. Then we took a break, came back, did a quick tool count, then reassembled the strut, and were of course happy that it seemed to be working.

So, imagine our surprise as we took it all apart, and found 2 lint free rags, wadded into almost onion skin thin layers, practically oozing through some baffles and completely closing off the metering ports. Imagine the effect of squishing Play Dough through a screen, then freezing it solid, and then trying to remove all evidence of your deeds... all before your mom comes home, knowing full well that if she caught you, it would be your ass stuck and frozen to the screen door. We spent several hours, with tweezers, razor blades, and needle nose pliers until we were successful with removing all the remnants of that evil rag.

Until now, Denis had the call sign of "Rafter Man", from another funny but potentially dangerous foul up on another detachment that we were both on. After tonight, Denis became "Rag Man" and only 4 of us ever knew why, and we were sworn to secrecy... since we all had missed the rag. Denis was QA, so it was his job to LOOK, not to ASK if the rag was removed. Not that the rest of us were blameless, I was CDI, there was another CDI, and we all missed it too. Long nights are like that sometimes.

So, Denis was Rafter Man before tonight...

It was last year, another ship, a different ocean, a different crew, but some of the same players. Maybe even the same helos, I know we had 10 then, actually we had 07 then too! Interesting how that happens... Anyway, Denis is an aircrew, one of the two lucky guys who gets paid extra, to ride around in the helos all the time. The Aircrew have intercom head sets built into their helmets, so they can talk to the Pilots.They have long cables that run from their head sets to their intercom station inside the helo, and the cables are always getting snagged on things, the inside of the helo is one big snaggle party it seems.

Also inside the helo are rescue flares to mark survivors in the water, and hoisting gear, and life rafts... No, if Denis had managed to fire off a flare inside the helo, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have had much fun teasing him about that!

Denis had managed to get his ICS cable snagged on the Pull to Inflate tab on a 30 Man Life Raft. Now try to picture how big a 30 Man Life Raft is when it is fully inflated. Also, try to imagine something starting off the size of a large duffle bag, and EXPLOSIVELY INFLATING to about medium Car size in maybe a second. WHOOOOOSH Big Freaking Orange thing IN YOUR FACE. There's no where to run!

On the one side of the raft, was Denis, pinned against the side of the helo, his ICS cable torn from his helmet, just completely jammed against the wall, dazed and stuck. On the front of the raft, was Searles, a fairly small guy, pushed completely into the cockpit through the small passageway, and also stuck, practically laying onto the center console and desparately trying not to touch any of the controls... Did I mention they were FLYING when this happened? And several miles from the ship, no less.

Now, the pilots were startled by the loud exploding commotion happening in the back, and quite suprised to see Searles catapulted into the cockpit. Next was the realization they couldn't see or talk to Denis, so didn't know if he was ok, or even in the helo anymore. And no one could move! Eventually Denis was able to wiggle out of his position and then crawl over to the air dump valve, and then deflate the raft. Mean time, Searles was reaching for his survival knife to do his on deflation of the raft, but that wasn't neccessary.

Meantime back on the ship, I'm a flight deck safety observer. We get a call that the aircraft was coming back with a situation. Oh and can the Parachute Rigger / Safety Equipment trouble shooter please report to the flight deck. Our PR dude was the ultimate in kick back, playing video games, and wearing shorts and flip flops. Great guy, but his job was pretty limited, only fixed things for the aircrew when they were actually not flying right? And there was only one of him, so he typically worked when the helos weren't flying.

So the helo lands, and we can't really see much yet, and our PR guy comes out on deck, his cranial, goggles down, his float coat on and buttoned, wearing shorts and flip flops. My first reaction was to stop him, he's not wearing pants or boots or gloves, right? But something else caught my eye about the same time. A now flacid life raft starting to be folded out of the crew door, sort of like a catapillar crawling out of a hole. Soon about 6 of us were grabbing on to the life raft to carry it back into the hanger... sort of looked like those Chinese Dragons you see in the parades right?

Ok, story time is over, been a long night, and its off to the racks... Good night!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Phonetic Alphabet and Signal Flags

This originally found on the following website:
history.navy.mil

Phonetic Alphabet and Signal Flags

From Storm Book


Related source: Bravo Zulu

A phonetic alphabet is a list of words used to identify letters in a message transmitted by radio or telephone. Spoken words from an approved list are substituted for letters. For example, the word "Navy" would be "November Alfa Victor Yankee" when spelled in the phonetic alphabet. This practice helps to prevent confusion between similar sounding letters, such as "m" and "n", and to clarify communications that may be garbled during transmission.

An early version of the phonetic alphabet appears in the 1913 edition of The Bluejackets’ Manual. Found in the Signals section, it was paired with the Alphabetical Code Flags defined in the International Code. Both the meanings of the flags (the letter which they represent) and their names (which make up the phonetic alphabet) were selected by international agreement. Later editions included the Morse code signal as well.

Flags with special meanings in Navy signaling were given extra names. These five flags are called governing flags. They convey specific information about how to interpret a signal based on their position among the other flags raised. The governing flags are called Afirm (Affirmative), Int (Interrogatory), Negat (Negative), Option (Optional), Prep (Preparatory). The Navy often substituted these special names for the standard word listed in the phonetic alphabet. During World War II, when it was necessary for the Navy to communicate with the Army or Allied forces, signalmen were directed to use the standard words, given in parentheses.

The words chosen to represent some letters have changed since the phonetic alphabet was introduced. When these changes occur, they are made by international agreement. The current phonetic alphabet was adopted in 1957.

Sources:

The Bluejackets' Manual. Revised and Expanded ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1913.
The Bluejackets' Manual. 5th ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1917.
The Bluejackets' Manual. 7th ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1927.
The Bluejackets' Manual. 8th ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1938.
The Bluejackets' Manual. 11th ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1943.
The Bluejackets' Manual. 15th ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1957.
The Bluejackets' Manual. 20th ed. Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1978.
Watson, Bruce W. and Susan M. Watson. United States Navy: A Dictionary. New York: Garland Publishing, 1991.

10 April 2001

DAY 193 - 26 FEBRUARY 1991 - Day / Night / Day from Hell!

DAY 193 - 26 FEBRUARY 1991
I have about 60 days to my EAOS... End of Active Obligated Service, or basically my contract with the Navy. And I still am not sure which way I'm going. Stay in, go where. Get out... go where! Life is so much easier when you have a clue or even a vague plan. Will see I guess!

This was the Day / Night / Day from Hell!

Well, maybe not so much that's it bad, it was just LONG. Yeah, not the day from Hell, unless Hell is long. Ok, moving on along now...

It went something like this...

First we changed a 25 inch flight boost accumulator on 10. That's pretty easy, think of it as a big soup can with a hydraulic line coming in one end, and a nitrogen servicing port and gauge on the other. Simple fix there... then we finished the Phase, and did a Hydraulic Systems test and bleed. Then it was time to service the shock struts on the launding gear. See? Easy night right? This would have been an early night.

Oh no, no no no... no easy night tonight!

The Starboard Main strut got "airlocked" in the extended position, and wouldn't come back down. Ok, so we jack the aircraft and remove the strut. Figured we'd pull it apart and repack it, see what's up. First we find a seal on the "floating piston" that was flat, but the book said it should have round edges.. Ok, we'll change that. Then we notice that the piston was in there completely upside down. This is where we would use a phrase like "WTF" or What the Fuck? Ok, we get it all cleaned out, put it back together with the correct parts, in the correct places, service it up, jump on the aircraft and bounce it, it seems to move around ok, we're doing well! Tired but well!

We also replaced some bearings on the "step up" bell cranks behind the intakes, so we're hoping that fixes some of our flight control gripes, the pilots sometimes complain about feeling vibrations in the flight controls, which to me is a bit funny, because the whole helo vibrates, so how could you tell the difference?

Anyway, after we got it all closed up, tools put away, and paperwork signed off, it was 1500. We've been on since 1900 yesterday, so... 20 hours? And our shift starts at.. you guest it, 1900... yawn... of to the racks!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

DAY 173 - 6 FEBRUARY 1991 - Beer and Mail!

DAY 173 - 6 FEBRUARY 1991
Beer Day!!!! Oh, and we got Mail, too! This makes for a good day in my book. Oh, just to be clear, this is MY book. So its a good day, ok? Ok. Good.

We got a spare blade to replace the one Curtis broke with his head, so we're back in business. We had talked about wrapping Curtis up in bubble wrap, to protect the helo from further damage, but we didn't want to waste the bubble wrap...

At 2100 they servied the beer and sliders, and we were off for the rest of the night.

I got a few packages, some stuff I had ordered, and some stuff from Samantha. After that, I spent the rest of the night writing letters back to everyone.

Of note in the package from Samantha was some Krypton bulbs for my flashlight. Considering I make my "living" working in the dark, my flashlight is one of the most important things I have. Well that and my Walkman!

From there, it was drink my beer, play on my computer, and wait for breakfast. I got about 20 letters from my Any Service Member pen pals today too, so now I'm really behind on writing.

Grabbed some breakfast, then it was to bed by 0900. Its a good day!

DAY 167 - 31 JANUARY 1991 - Cumshaw and Pancakes

DAY 167 - 31 JANUARY 1991
I only found about 15 gripes on 10 tonight when I did the 28 Day corrosion inspection. So either things are looking better, or I need a new set of batteries in my flash light!

Rush has been working on the corrosion gripe I mentioned in yesterday's post, we're just going to work it a little bit at a time, and probably going to take a few days to finish it.

Molly and Curtis cleaned up the Ramp and Doppler bilges, they look a lot better this time. I'm starting to think our preventive measures are helping a bit.

Ernie, the ships baker, has been letting us have access to the kitchen middle of the night so we can eat. Meals have been a challenge for us at night, every time we make arrangements for a lunch or left overs or even sandwiches, something happens and we have no food. Its just weird. So now we've been bribing Ernie with stuff, and he's been making us pancakes and eggs. Tonight the bribe was we gave him an extra pair of camoflag pants we had left over. Friend for life.

If there's one thing that stands out from my time in the Navy, its how we get things done at the simplest, person to person level. Its amazing how far you can get when you have something to trade. Cumshaw, which was apparently a word picked up from Chinese ports by sailors in the 1800s... eventually it was transformed into the "art form" of some individuals being able to find anything, anywhere, to get the job done. Everytime we pack for a deployment, we would load up on as many things as we could fit into our cruise boxes, and then we'd scavage extra parts that we took with the specific thought of using them to barter with, to other detachments in the area. Cumshaw is what keeps these helos flying some days! Or, in tonights case, it got us pancakes!

If you remember the Oliver North trial, and really paid attention to the details, you'd have seen high level Cumshaw in action. Things were sold or traded, by people who didn't actually own what they were selling, with proceeds being misdirected to other "worthy" causes. It happens every day, at every level. Its... tradition!

Cumshaw Defined by Webster

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

DAY 154 - 18 JANUARY 1991 - Safety Stand Down...

DAY 154 - 18 JANUARY 1991
0830 Muster today, for the Actual Safety Stand Down.

We covered things like Gas Mask training, Boat Drills (life boats), Battle Stations, and what to do if we think we see something floating in the water. There are mines floating in the Gulf that were left over from the Iran - Iraq war, back in 1980-1988. Mines tend to float for years, just waiting to bump into a ship. So we're really trying to pay attention, but we're tired, haven't slept much the last couple days...

Then the ship shook with a huge FUCKING EXPLOSION, and all the lights flickered, then went out. OH SHIT!

We poured out of the officers lounge upstairs where we were having the training, ran down a couple ladders as the emergency lights started to come on. We broke out of the water tight door into the hanger deck, to our battle stations, which we had just talked about not 20 minutes ago. We could see smoke coming up from below decks, which frankly scared the shit out of me, considering what our cargo is! You know, the bombs? Yeah.

As bad as things seemed, the worse part was we're all standing there, not knowing if we're going to die or what the fuck is happening, and no one is telling us what to do next. Do we launch the helos? Are we under attack? Is it Lunch time yet?

Well, after the smoke cleared, and the damage control teams got into the boiler room to see what happened, it was reported that one of the auxilary boilers had exploded, blown a person sized hole through it.

I don't know a lot about ship propulsion systems, but from what they told us, there are more than one boiler. They boil the water to create steam. The steam drives the turbine, which drives the ship. My understanding is rather than having one really big boiler, they have several smaller ones. The one that blew is sort of a spare, so its not a big deal. At least as far as blowing up and scaring the shit out of us right?

Well, after we put our gas masks away and had some time to check our underwear, we got some reports from the real war. So far things re going well, unless you're an Iraqi, then not so well I guess. First Iraq shot a bunch of those Scud Missles at Isreal. Then we started bombing the shit out of the Iraqi Army.

Our ship still isn't in the Persian Gulf yet, we're waiting for our escort ship. Soon though. After the excitement of today, and the lack of sleep in the last couple days, I'm feeling like a zombie now, keep falling asleep on my feet. I secure at 0130, but then found out we set the clocks back today, so guess its only 0030 now. Either way, I'm going to bed, and will get to sleep until next shift at 1730. ... To sleep, perchance to dream...

Monday, January 5, 2009

Google Map Satellite View of the Airhead airfield!

I "think" this is where we did the Airheads from...

I've been trying to find this for years! I'd been looking too far north I guess. It wasn't until recently when I was writing the book that I came across some posts that made me realize I was looking for the wrong things. Looking at the satellite view, there is a north / south run way. Look at the south end, to the west side, that large gray rectangle is the flight line we did our helo ops from. The big Air Force plane would land on the North / South, then taxi up to the north east corner of that flight line. The cargo would get unloaded then re packaged according to what ship it went to. We'd then fly it from the south end of the flight line, heading due east to where our ship was at anchor, about 3000 pounds at a time, from sun rise to sun set. Once or twice a week.


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DAY 151 - 15 JANUARY 1991 - How to fix a transmission with rags and a stick

DAY 151 - 15 JANUARY 1991
Airhead --- The War can start Today... but it didn't.

I was on the beach det, we were transfering cargo to the beach today. As 10 set down a load and turned to go back to the ship, I looked up and saw a stream of fluid pouring out of the aft hatch area, and I do mean pouring. I tried to get the LSE's attention, but by the time she saw me, she'd already passed control to the pilots and they were heading away. I looked around and realized we had someone close by with a radio, so they called the ship and told the pilot to land ASAP. By this time they had noticed the leak, did a quick turn and came back to our flight line, quick landing, and immediate shut down. Fluid was still pouring out like a river as the rotors coasted to a stop. It didn't take more than a second to see what the problem was. On the Aft Transmission, is a valve used for draining the fluid. The transmission casing had cracked and the whole drain valve was gone! That left a hole about 2 inches in diameter, which should also give you an idea of the capacity of the transmission, to have leaked a stream like that for as long as it did!

So, now we have a problem. We're parked on the beach, with no way to get back to the boat, except to fly. And no one wants to fly a transmission with no lubrication, right?

Well, 07 is still half tore apart for its forward transmission change, so that's not an option. Turns out we had some Marine CH-46E in the area, so 3 of them came over to help us out. First they brought some of our maintenance crew and tools and parts from the boat. Then we gave them a crash course in how to do VERT-REP. Now, I should say that the Marines have been trained on VERT-REP, but they don't get a lot of practice doing it, and no where near as much as our pilots get.

Our pilots have been trained in how to get in quickly and out quickly, by combining some really cool looking moves together. So for instance, you would fly in to the load, but want to be facing the opposite direction when you pick up the load. Well, the slow but careful way would be to fly in straight, then turn around, then pick up the load, then lift up, then go out. Well, our pilots do things called "button hooks" and "side flares". To stop or slow down a helo, you pitch up, so that all your lift is going backwards, so it stops you. Well,that's great but you still have to turn around. By doing a Side Flare, you come in, and turn sideways as you start the flare, so when you stop you're already half way turned around. Kick the rudder pedal a the end of the side flare, and you have a Button Hook, so that by the time I have the load on your hook, you've completely turned around and are ready to go.

We only had about 40 lifts to go when 10 sprung the leak, so it shouldn't have been much more to do. But they were all right at 3000 pounds each, so we couldn't double them up. And they had big stickers on the loads "SHOCK SENSITIVE", so we had to be kind of gentle with them!

Mean time, our awesome Mechs came up with a compromise solution. They took a few rags, and a piece of wood broken off of a pallet, and hammered it into the gaping hole in the transmission. They then dumped in 2 cases of transmission fluid, and immediately launched for the ship, with strict orders to not look back, don't turn around, and make the first landing a good one!

And then, to add insult to injury, we got all the Cluster Bombs back, that we had spent all day delivering. Oh well, right?

We got back to the ship around 1800, ate some dinner, and then kicked back for a while. Then we hung the forward blades on 07, I took a sample on our hydraulic test stand "jenny", and secured at 2230.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

DAY 150 - 14 JANUARY 1991 - The War could start Tomorrow...

DAY 150 - 14 JANUARY 1991
If all goes by schedule, the War will start tomorrow. We'll see how that turns out!

I crawled into work about 1500. We really blew a good opportunity here.

There are some flight control linkage "bell crank supports" that transmit the flight control movements up from the flight control closet up to the forward controls. They would be really easy to work on when the transmission was out of the way, so we had one of those rare opportunites. But no... FUCK Damnit! The Day Check crew was fixing something else that completely didn't matter today. This is only a sore point for me, because I once lost 2 days of being drunk and happy in the Philippines fixing this same problem on another helo, last year. Ok, anyway right?

So I jumped in there, knowing these parts were getting close to being worn out and did as much work as I could before the mechs got ready to hang the new transmission. Of course they didn't want to wait for me to get finished what would have been probably 20 minutes of work, so now its going to take a few hours from the wrong side. Ok, thinking happy thoughts, at least I got it taken apart, so that did make it easier right? I didn't bleed nearly as much this time as I did last time I did this job...

While we had everything apart, we also changed out most of the rod end bearings on the push pull tubes, but didn't have enough spares to do all of them.... for the want of a nail... as the saying goes right?

We all secured at 2230, and it was straight to bed. Tomorrow starts way too early, and the word is we'll be moving a whole cargo hold full of cluster bombs to one of the carriers, which is likely to really fuck up someones day, when the shooting starts. If you're not familiar with Cluster Bombs... think of the difference between a gun that shots a regular bullet, that you actually have to hit your target to do any real damage, ok? Then you look at a shot gun that shoots multiple "bullets" at the same time, in a scatter pattern right? Well, a Cluster bomb does about the same thing. you drop one bomb, an then as it falls, the clam shell opens up, and a lot of smaller bombs get spread out and... well, its just not something you want to see coming at you ok? They were testing these when I worked at China Lake, and lets just say the video, in slow motion, is very impressive.

DAY 141 - 5 JANUARY 1991 - Gourmet Coffee and Simpsons Tape!

DAY 141 - 5 JANUARY 1991
Airhead - I just post about these so we can later go back and see how many we did. Its not like I'm really a part of them when I'm sleeping through them! Well, if you can call it sleep when helicopters are dropping 3000 pound crates on your steel ceiling, then fork lifts are driving out to get the cargo, and assorted people are dragging chains and stuff. Not that I'm complaining right?

We finally got some gray paint, so I ws able to catch up on all the touch up painting... catch up on touch ups... sorry, that just sounded funny. Easily amused right?

I secured about 0400 tonight, and then wrote the last 15 or so letters and I'm now officially caught up on my fan mail. Oh, more catch up there! Must be the word of the day.

I got a couple cards from Samantha, and a box from this cool chick Jennifer in California. In my earlier mass mailing I had listed some things that were not ideal about ship life, like lack of new TV to watch, the coffe was sometimes bad, the cereal was stale, little things right? Well Jennifer mailed a box with a whole VHS Tape of recent Simpsons episodes, a T-Shirt, some foil packs of gourmet coffee, and some little boxes of cereal. How Cool!

So I wrote a quick letter back to Samantha and Jennifer, and will write the rest back tomorrow. Ate some breakfast and went to bed around 0830.

Friday, January 2, 2009

DAY 116 - 11 DECEMBER 1990 - Phase, NDI, and Christmas Cards

DAY 116 - 11 DECEMBER 1990
Another Airhead.... Then we got started on the Phase on 07, its a Phase B this time. I didn't always keep track of which Phase or which aircraft, but if you consider that we do a Phase every 100 flight hours, you get an idea of how many hours we're flying here. Its just crazy what we're putting these old aircraft through.

Our Phase will be pretty quick this time, as I did about half the zonals prior when I was doing the 28 Day yesterday.

We also have a NDI inspection we do on the NLG strut, there is an area that has shown a tendancy to crack, so we remove the paint there, and do a dye penetrant inspection. This is actually an inspection that I am qualified to do, so I'll give you a quick rundown on how it works. First of all, Dye Penetrant will only find a crack that is exposed to the surface, but it can find a crack that is too small to see.

As I said, we remove all the paint, using paint stripper. Then you thoroughly clean the area with a dry cleaning solvent, and wipe clean with a lint free rag. Then you spray a special dye on the part, and wait a specific length of time (its on the can, the kit comes with lengthy instructions, and it would vary acording to manufacturer, etc). After a minute or so, you take a new clean lint free rag and wipe the excess dye off the surface. Then you spray a white powdery powder on the surface, wait a bit longer, then using a black light, you look for cracks.

Heres what is happening: The dye will seep into a crack, or any grooves. That's why we use chemical paint remover instead of sanding the paint off, the sand paper would leave scratches and they might hide the cracks. Then you wipe off the excess dye, but dye will be left in the cracks. The developer powder will draw the dye out of the cracks and wick it across the surface, making it much wider and therefor easier to see. And finally, under darkened lighting, you turn on your black light, and look for the glowing lines. Its pretty amazing really, because if there is a crack, it glows bright as day, and yet you could look right at it under normal light and usually not see it.

I got some mail today, a can of mixed nuts from my Grandma, a Christmas card from Samantha, over all an alright day, I guess. Breakfast around 0730, and off to bed.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

DAY 95 - 20 NOVEMBER 1990 - Swash Plates are High Time...

DAY 95 - 20 NOVEMBER 1990
We're doing a Phase "A" on 07, and both our Swash Plates are "high time". Wow, there's some new words probably!

Phase we've talked about enough by now, but What's a Swash Plate?

Swash plate is one of the links in the flight control chain that transmits the pilots control inputs to the rotor blades. A swash plate is actually a 2 half assembly, a top plate and a bottom plate that slide against each other, The bottom plate does not rotate, so that's where the controls are attached to. On the H-46, because we have 2 main rotors, forward and aft, all flight controls are mixed and divided between the forward and aft heads.

It takes a while to get your head around it, so let me see if I can simplify it for you. This might help, might not!

Starting at the pilots controls, you have the Cyclic control stick, which is between the pilots knees, is held in the right hand, and can be moved in a circle. The Cyclic controls Pitch, by moving the stick forward (nose down) or aft (nose up). If you move the Cyclic side to side, you Roll the aircraft in the direction you move the stick. This is pretty intuitive if you know how a regular "fixed wing" aircraft works. So far so good right?

The rudder pedals give you Yaw, basically piviting the aircraft about its vertical axis... that's a bookish answer right? Imagine you push the left rudder pedal, the nose of the aircraft would move to the left.

Collective Pitch is held in the left hand, and controls the actual vertical lift of the rotors. Pull the Collective up, the blades grab more air, and you go up. Push down, the blades flatten out and you go down. Throttles are also installed on the Collective on some helos, or in the case of the large helos, typically you have Engine Control Levers mounted on the control panel somewhere. There are also various buttons and controls on both sticks, for things like flight control trim, intercom and radio push to talk buttons, auto pilot controls, engine trims, and so on.

Ok, so the pilot has 4 controls, covering Pitch, Roll, Yaw, and Collective. These are then mixed and separated through a series of bellcranks and links into forward and aft controls.

From here, there are only actually 2 controls on each head, Pitch / Collective, and Lateral / Yaw, each with its own hydraulic actuator. One actuator, the Pitch / Collective, slides the whole Swash Plate up or down, thereby controlling the lift of all the blades uniformly on that head. The Lateral / Yaw actuator tilts the swash plate, so that for example blades on the left side are lifting more, then as they rotate toward the right side, they lift less.

By combining the forward and aft controls, you can do any combination of movement you need.

Need to lift off? The Pilot pulls up the Collective. That sends a Collective up to both heads, all the blades increase their angle, which generates more lift.

Want to slide sideways? The Pilot moves the Cyclic to the side. At both rotor heads, the Lateral controls tilt both swash plates the same way, and the helo moves sideways.

Want to Yaw, or basically pivot in place? Push one of the rudder pedals, and the forward Lateral control would tilt left, and the aft Lateral control would tilt right. Instant turn around. Nice!

So, that wasn't so bad right? You should try to answer that question on a timed exam sometime!

Ok, with all that said... what were we talking about? Oh now I remember, we're removing both Swash Plates, because they're "high time". High Time means they've been in use their maximum expected safe life time. So we remove them, send them back and install a new set of Swash Plates. Now of course to remove the Swash plate, we need to pull the Blades, Rotor Heads, and disconnect all the flight control inputs. And remove the rain shields, the fairings... you get the idea!

That's why we are doing it now, during a Phase inspection. The people up in Maintenance Control are always looking at the log books and upcoming inspections, and do their best to work it so we can do these big things when it makes the most sense.

Oh, all the above, was actually done in one work shift. The blades pulled, heads pulled, flight controls disconnected, swash plates removed, new swash plates installed, and the heads back on, all today. Almost takes longer to explain it than it does to do it when you're working with a great team!

While all that was going on, I also spent about 7 hours on another exfoliation corrosion gripe, this time inside the helo, back in the cabin area, down near the decking. There was a small angle bracket that joins between a rib and a stringer that was corroded nearly in half. First I had to drill out the rivets that held the bracket in place, then inspect the area behind where this bracket was mounted. Corrosion tends to spread, so of course once I had the bad piece out, I had to clean all the surfaces it was attached to. Then I set about trying to replace the bracket. This normally would be a simple job, but we don't seem to have any aluminum that we can bend with out breaking. There is different grades of aluminum, some is very strong but brittle, others are quite easy to bend and shape, but not nearly as strong, and so on. I'd get a piece cut to size, drill the holes, go to bend it, and snap. Damn! I'll have to look next shift to see if we can find some other sheet stock around the ship, if not, I'll just make a splice patch to reinforce the area and write a MAF to replace it when proper materials are available.

Secured ato 0730, ate some breakfast and to bed around 0900. I was wide awake, so read some magazines, tried to go to sleep a few times, finally passed out around noon.