And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Don't forget to let the designers know you're rinsing the plane because of salt water, later would be a poor time to find out they were saving and recycling the water.
I live about 100 miles north of Little Rock Air Force Base where all C-130 training takes place. They will fly nort to the White River and follow below the tree tops. They usually clime up and break south over my shop so low that I can see the pilot wave at me. Also saw a lot of them in Vietnam landing on very short dirt strips blowing red dirt everywhere. They are amazing airplanes. Just wish I had caught a ride on one although I did catch a ride on a C-123 so that's close enough.
Love the C-130 even if the only flight on one was from Oki to RVN. Aircraft might as well been painted red for all the red dust it collected on in-country runs. It was a busy time for such. It took three tries before my replacement draft made it to Da Nang. First time out we lost an engine – not quiet halfway so we returned to Oki. Too late in the day to repair so we overnighted in transit barracks. Bright & early off we went until the aircraft lost cabin pressure – cargo area went all foggy and the pilot quickly took us down to below 10K-feet. So it was back to Oki and another night in transit barracks. Next morning, again up and off – this time as were loading on engine decided to spring a fuel leak. Being hell or highwater time, we were mustered out of harm’s way while the leak was fixed. In short order we were on our way to successful arrival in Da Nang. Aside from a few helicopter flights, flight time Down South was limited to hitchhike trips in a C-123, memorable runs in a Curtis C-46 – along with PF’s relocating with their families and assorted animals, and an Army C-7 Caribou - during which we got tossed about in a thunderstorm over the mountains. Good Times were had by all.
Don't forget to let the designers know you're rinsing the plane because of salt water, later would be a poor time to find out they were saving and recycling the water.
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ReplyDeleteA rinse station for salt water work.
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ReplyDeleteI live about 100 miles north of Little Rock Air Force Base where all C-130 training takes place. They will fly nort to the White River and follow below the tree tops. They usually clime up and break south over my shop so low that I can see the pilot wave at me. Also saw a lot of them in Vietnam landing on very short dirt strips blowing red dirt everywhere. They are amazing airplanes. Just wish I had caught a ride on one although I did catch a ride on a C-123 so that's close enough.
ReplyDeleteLove the C-130 even if the only flight on one was from Oki to RVN. Aircraft might as well been painted red for all the red dust it collected on in-country runs. It was a busy time for such.
DeleteIt took three tries before my replacement draft made it to Da Nang. First time out we lost an engine – not quiet halfway so we returned to Oki. Too late in the day to repair so we overnighted in transit barracks. Bright & early off we went until the aircraft lost cabin pressure – cargo area went all foggy and the pilot quickly took us down to below 10K-feet. So it was back to Oki and another night in transit barracks. Next morning, again up and off – this time as were loading on engine decided to spring a fuel leak. Being hell or highwater time, we were mustered out of harm’s way while the leak was fixed. In short order we were on our way to successful arrival in Da Nang.
Aside from a few helicopter flights, flight time Down South was limited to hitchhike trips in a C-123, memorable runs in a Curtis C-46 – along with PF’s relocating with their families and assorted animals, and an Army C-7 Caribou - during which we got tossed about in a thunderstorm over the mountains. Good Times were had by all.