May 1966 Approach: The Naval Aviation Safety Review Magazine
vol u approach No 11
Our product is safety, our process is education ana
our profit is measured in the preservation of lives
and equipment and increased mission readiness.
1 Flying in Turbulence
By T. F. Laughlin
9 Maneuvering at Weather 14 Flight Judgment
18 Which Way is Down? By LCDR C. B. Sawiak
24 Have You Ever
26 Fallen Angel
30 Shared Equipment
33 Over the Side
36 Then Came the Light
By LTJG E. P. Nicholson
38 FOD is where you find it
12 Short Snorts
34 Flight Surgeons' Notes
40 Notes and Comments on Maintenance
45 Murphy's Law
IBC A Word
Cover--A-3Bs penetrating an undercast—painting courtesy of Dick Vranian, Art Director of Trevvett, Christian & Company, Inc., Richmond, Virginia.
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CDR Stephen Oliver, Head, Safety Education Dept. F. L. Smith, DMC, Production Control Harry Culbertson, PH1, Photographer F. W. Chapin, J02, Editorial/Production Associate
A. Barrie Young, Jr., Editor Contributing Depts.
LCDR J. B. McDaniel, Managing Editor Accident Investigation, Head, LtCol W. L. Walker
LT J. B. Pugh, Flight Operations Editor Aero-Medical, Head, CAPT R. E. Luehrs, MC Analysis and Research, Head, CDR D. A. Webster Maintenance and Material, Head, CDR V. R. Knick
J. T. LeBarron, Research/Ass't Flight Ops Editor J. C. Kiriluk, Maintenance/Ass't Managing Editor J. A. Bristow, Aviation Medicine/Survival Editor Robert Trotter, Art Director Records and Statistics, Head, CDR J. T. Simons, Jr.
Blake Rader, Illustrator
Great men of all time are remembered in rhyme; Brave men stand immortal in stone.
We never forget the valiant who met
Danger's challenge and faced it, alone.
The pilots who soar with thundering roar Are saluted in musical lines.
But there's one motley crew, a forgotten few, On whom glory's light seldom shines.
They spend their long nights in figuring drifts, Settings, and headings and mach.
They wait for their bird to give them the word, And pray that he doesn't break lock.
I heir problems magnetic often give them a headache, I hey slowly go blind watching squawks.
I heir nightmarish sleeps run in twelve-second sweeps, they worship a little black box.
He runs the whole show, tells the birds where to go, Selects headings and type of attack,
Watches for strangers and imminent dangers,
A their safety, and then brings them back.
A pilot's up there, somewhere in the air, Pressure's dropping; he's out of the race. The Controller's on call to get on the ball And give him a steer for the base.
He'll moan and he'll groan, he'll cry into the phone Until contact is made with his chicks.
But there's one lonesome call that he dreads most of all: "Where are they? Get me a fix!"
When nothing is flying, he'll stand around lying, Telling tall tales of his skill
At nighttime tomcatting and daytime combatting, And how he moved in for the kill.
When the mission's all through, and the bleary-eyed crew Adjourns to the Club for a snack,
The pilots come in and they say with a grin:
"Good show! We came right down the track."
This flying's a game that brings pilots great fame,
But just half the team flies, as a rule.
The other half's found away down on the ground—
The Controllers—a good one's a jewel.
—Adapted from Interceptor