Comments by "Colonel K" (@Paladin1873) on "Not A Pound For Air To Ground"
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As I recall, the F-104 was designed to be an air superiority fighter, but often served as point defense interceptor. With such short legs, limited payload, and few missile options, I don't think it would have made a very practical escort fighter. The F-102 and F-106 were designed as ground radar guided strategic interceptors to shoot down the Russian Bears and would have made poor escort fighters. The F-105 was really a tactical nuclear bomber pressed into the fighter-bomber role. My own boss flew F-100s in Vietnam on fighter-bomber missions, a role it was not originally designed for. He considered it the last true Air Force fighter until the advent of the F-15. The F-4 did excellent yeoman service in whatever role it was pressed into. It had to be galling for the USAF to accept this Navy fighter because we didn't have anything comparable at the time (we did soon develop the F-4E with an internal gun and leading edge slats for greater maneuverability). This was largely blamed on the "bomber mafia" that had forever ruled the Air Force until about the time we left Vietnam. Once the "fighter mafia" completed their takeover, they pushed hard for the F-15 and F-16. I came on active duty in the middle of all this in 1978, almost a decade after the F-104 was retired from the USAF. I was initially stationed next to a Texas Air Guard unit that was flying the last of the F-100s. Within a year these were retired and replaced by F4D Phantoms. Five year later I watched as the very last F-105s, all Wild Weasels, landed at Kelly AFB to be turned into static displays and training aides for our Air Base Ground Defense program. Now they're all gone , these century series fighters, and much of the romance seems to have disappeared with them.
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My association with air-sea rescue is rather tenuous and pretty much limited to developing an assessment test for USAF Pararescue (PJ) candidates in the 1980s. But I do have three somewhat related stories I'd like to share. The first involves a late friend of mine who began his Air Force career just after WWII when he was assigned to a B-17H Dumbo. During a training mission the plane developed engine trouble and the pilot ordered the crew to bailout over the base. His frightening initiation into the "Caterpillar Club" proved to be unnecessary as he witnessed the pilot safely land the plane shortly after his own parachute touched ground and planted him firmly on his tuchus. He decided maybe air-sea rescue wasn't the smartest life choice. He eventually became an Air Force armorer and gunsmith.
The second story involves one of the few movies made about the Air Rescue Service. While I was completing my last active duty assignment at the Pentagon, my newest supervisor and I were getting to know each other. When I mentioned my much earlier work with the PJs, she asked me if I'd ever seen the 1964 movie "Flight from Ashiya". I responded that I had watched it a couple of times as a kid. She then wistfully added, "My Dad was in it. He was piloting the first SA-16 Albatross during the takeoff sequence. Whenever the movie's on TV I try to watch it just for that scene, and for a moment it's like he's still with us."
The third story isn't so much about air-sea rescue as it is about one of the crash boats, specifically R-1-661, an 85 footer that was kept in active service at Tyndall Air Force Base, FL. I grew up in the area and spent a lot of summers at nearby Mexico Beach. Anytime we went to Panama City, Florida we would pass by Tyndall AFB and see the handful of reddish-orange, yellow, and white painted crash boats which were used for drone recovery. All the other boats had long since been decommissioned. In 1971 the USAF decided to donate R-1-661 to the Air Force Museum at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio, but the plan fell through. Subsequent donation efforts failed to varying degrees and she eventually wound up a rotting derelict beyond salvation. But before this final ignominy afflicted her, I was assigned as a young lieutenant to supervise the writing of promotion tests for the small career field of USAF enlisted men who manned these boats. One of the senior NCOs we brought in to write the tests had been chief of this boat. Having grown up watching PT-109, They Were Expendable, and McHale's Navy, I was all too willing to pick his brain about the very similar crash boats (which, incidentally, had stood in for PTs during the filming of PT-109). My main takeaways from these discussions were the career field was a dead end, but the fishing opportunities were great.
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