Thursday, October 3, 2013

Too Low

I had a friend who was a crew chief on F-4G wild weasels at Spangdahlem AB in Germany

Weasels duel with surface-to-air missile sites and are known for very aggressive tactics.

Spang flightline is very close to the forest, so one day after launching his jet, my friend goes over to the fence and pulls a bunch of pine boughs.

He has them in his pocket when his jet lands and he recovers it. As part of the post-flight, before engine shut-down, the crew chief ducks under the jet to put all the safety pins in, check the brakes, and inspect the tires for damage.  So my friend, while he's under the jet, takes the opportunity to stuff some pine boughs into various panels here and there.

He comes out, and over the crew chief intercom, he says to the pilot, "Good morning sir! How was your flight!"

"Just another day at the office, sergeant!"

"How low did we go this morning?"

'Hard deck at 200 feet. No lower!"

"How low? Really?"

"Okay, we might have bottomed out at 150 a couple of times."

"You need to see this. . . "

The crew got down out of the cockpit and crouched under the jet and saw all the pine boughs, and the back-seater slapped the pilot, "Godammit, I TOLD you you were going too low!"

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