Category: History time

  • Catching up

    Howdy…

    A lot has happened since we last visited in October.

    Work picked up about the time I made my last post, and it was rather hectic through late March/early April.  It has once again tapered off, but no work means no pay, so I'm working to suss out some work.

    The holidays came and went.  It is always a favorite time of year for me, but lately I get mired in a funk of childhood nostalgia during the winter holidays. 

    Then came New Year's eve.  My wife and I had gone grocery shopping, and when we got home we noticed that our older Feline Justice Unit was having some difficulty.  He had his surgery in August, and since then he had lost some weight.  He saw his cardiologist, too, and got a clean bill of health.  But in those last months of 2018, he started to slow down a bit.  He was 16 years old, and we reasoned that he was starting to show his age.  He started having a runny nose, too, but it would come and go, so we didn't think anything of it.

    But when we got home, he was acting as if he was backed up–his back was arched and he looked like he was trying to push a load out.  We called is regular vet, but they had just closed the office for New Years.  His cardiologist was co-located at an Emergency Veterinarian clinic, so we took him there.  They took some x-rays, did some tests, and thought he had a touch of pancreatitis.  They prescribed some meds and a bland diet, and sent him home.  My wife and I decided to see how he did over the next day or so, and if he didn't improve, we'd take him to his regular vet.

    Well, he didn't improve.  We called his vet on Wednesday, and they agreed to see him on Thursday.  My wife got him in the carrier and took him.  When she got there, the vet had a listen to his chest and told my wife she should probably take him to the cardiologist.  She did, and over the course of several phone calls, she left him overnight to see if one of the things the cardiologist wanted to try would work.  Basically, they gave him diuretics and put him on oxygen.  The plan was to keep him on oxygen until early in the morning, then try to wean him off.  

    We got a call that night, and the tech said he was doing well.  The call at 6 AM the next morning wasn't as rosy–when they tried to wean him off, his sat numbers took a nose dive.  The cardiologist called around 9 AM, and said basically that Junior's mighty ticker was failing.  We made the decision that our fierce, ferocious, and mighty Tennessee Walking Tiger would be allowed to go be the tiger he imagined he was, and the end came at around 3:45PM on Friday, 5 January.

    As you might imagine, he left a big void in out hearts.  He may have been our cat, but he was my wife's best buddy, editorial assistant, and near-constant companion.  Smokey, our Little Mountain Guy, was out of sorts from the time Junior left to go to the vet on Thursday, and to tell the truth, he's still in a bit of a funk over the loss of his play buddy.

    Fast forward a few weeks.  I had a minor medical adventure of my own in late January, and after I came home I laid down on the couch to sleep.  An hour or so later, my wife walks in and comes around to the front of our couch.  Peeking out from her sweater was the cutest little tabby cat face.  "Meet Gilda", she said.  I knew my wife had already pre-applied to several shelters, and I knew that sooner or later we would have another feline member of the household.  When my wife went to see what the shelter had to offer, she first noticed this one black kitty who was meowing and climbing all over everything.  But she also noticed a little tabby cat sitting on a piece of play equipment, and when she went over to see, this little kitty climbed right into my wife's lap.  Every time she tried to put the kitty down, it would climb right back into her lap.  "You may as well get the paperwork ready, I believe I've been adopted…"

    Gilda had been abandoned on the step of the animal shelter in the next county up from us on a frigid night with her brother, and her brother got adopted the day before my wife went to the shelter.  My wife was happy that not only was she adopting Gilda, she wasn't breaking up any siblings to do so.

    Once in the house, Gilda quickly asserted her will.  She will prance through the house, head erect, tail straight up in the air, it's tip waving like a flag.  I call her "Little Miss Gilda, Large and In Charge.  Even Smokey has taken somewhat of a shine to her–they'll spend every evening chasing each other around the house.  They'll scrap, sure, but they'll later curl up next to each other and snooze…

    IMG_3443Junior's Christmas portrait, 2018.  He was certainly a rakishly handsome tiger, and we miss him.

     

    IMG_3448Smokey's Christmas portrait.  This was the best of about ten photos, he wouldn't sit still for us.  To be fair, neither of the boys actually liked wearing a collar, even if it did feature a chic bow tie.

     

    IMG_3540Meet Gilda.  She's our little princess.

    IMG_3674She's a beautiful little girl!

    IMG_3882Gilda and Smokey, in a calm moment.

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    We're about 23 days away from the Second Annual South Carolina Scale Model Mega Show, coming up on 22 June at the Bluff Road Armory in Columbia, SC.  It's shaping up to be a great show–if you're in the area, stop by and check it out!

    2019 MEGA-Show Poster_20x30_29JAN19

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    The AMPS Central South Carolina Wildcats Chapter is in the middle of a rather large project.  It has been interesting so far, between the research and the modeling.  To be sure, I have had quite the education on U.S. Army helicopter units in Vietnam, circa 1970!  Our client wants to keep it under wraps, so I can only post a teaser or two for now…

     

    IMG_3734A quartet of 1/72 scale UH-1H Hueys, from the 1971-vintage Hasegawa kit.  Several club members did the actual construction, I'm merely applying paint and putting the decals on them.  One of these is mine, I used it as a pathfinder so I could tell the others what needed to be done.  Three will be on the project–two as slicks, one as a dustoff.

     

    IMG_3727An Italeri 1/72 OH-6A, also built by one of the guys.  I merely squirted paint…we had bespoke decals made for the project, including the helicopters.

     

    IMG_3866The last piece of the airborne puzzle:  An Italeri 1/72 scale CH-47D, being backdated to a "Super C" Chinook and modified so it can be posed in flight with a sling load of howitzer ammunition.  Early days here, but you get the idea…

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    So, now you're up to date.  Perhaps the next one will not be such a bummer…

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

  • Missiles In Paradise

    Howdy, all!

    The following appeared in the March 2018 issue of the IPMS/Mid-Carolina Swamp Fox Modelers' newsletter, The Newsflash.  It is a subject that I had been researching for a few years, and given that we are approaching the anniversary of the day in 1962 when President Kennedy announced the presence of Cuban missile sites, it seemed fitting to post it here.

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    Many of you know that I’m a history geek at heart.  I lived in South Florida for 30 years, and as a result I have an ongoing interest in Florida’s history.  In recent years, I have taken to researching the area during the Cuban Missile Crisis.  And, if you know where to look, you’ll find a load of Cold War history. 

    In 1959, a Cuban B-26 Invader left Cuban airspace and established a northerly heading.  It landed hours later in Daytona Beach.  It was never detected nor challenged by any U.S. Air Defense assets.

    A year earlier, the U.S. Army had determined that there was a need to strengthen the air defense of the Gulf Coast, and formulated a plan to establish 41 Hawk missile batteries—12 were slated for Florida alone.  But that would soon change…

    In October 1962, U.S. Air Force reconnaissance planes discovered the construction sites for Soviet medium- and long-range ballistic missiles on the island nation—the Cubans had allowed the Soviets to base their missiles there as a threat to the U.S. mainland directly.  President Kennedy established his “quarantine” on Cuba, and eventually the Soviets and Cubans backed down.

    Meanwhile, Florida became one huge armory.  Assets from all branches of the military were sent to various Florida bases on Temporary Duty (TDY)—some staying for months, others for years.  At the same time, the air defense assets were also stepped up.  South Florida became the scene for various installations of HAWK, Nike-Ajax, and Nike-Hercules missiles.  Many of these installations remained until the early 1980’s before they were stood down, abandoned, and left to the elements…and if you know where to look, you can still see vestiges of them to this day.

    The key to finding many of these sites is to know two things: the basic footprint of these facilities, and how many of them have been re-purposed after their military use.  In the case of the HAWK missile batteries, many of them have reverted to local city or county control and have been used as sites for schools, day care facilities, juvenile detention centers, or other educational purposes.  The Nike sites, on the other hand, were largely abandoned and allowed to become one with the scenery.  The reasoning behind this is because while the HAWK batteries were single-location sites (the missiles and guidance packages were erected at the same site), the Nike sites consisted of a launch site and a control site a distance away.  The launch site contained the magazines (in South Florida, these were large hangars the crews called “barns”; in other areas they were underground and hardened against attack).  The control centers contained the radar sites (the Ajax used one type, the Hercules used another) that consisted of control buildings, antenna farms, and radar towers.  The key to both are loop roads.  That’s right—most of these sites were surrounded by a loop service road, and in a survey of Google Maps, they tend to stand out clearly.  Many of these sites have not been totally bulldozed (yet), so their original layout is still visible.  In South Florida, the one exception I have found is the Nike-Hercules site HM-95.  The Launch Site is now the home to the Krome Detention Center and has largely been rebuilt and reconfigured since it shut down in 1979, and the Control Site was recently demolished after years of being an attraction for various groups of ne’er-do-wells and amateur archaeologists.

    Initially, many of these sites were deemed temporary, but after the Missile Crisis was resolved, some were made permanent.  Other batteries were relocated to permanent sites.  I’m only going to cover the permanent sites and how they look today.  The images are courtesy of Google Maps.

    Finally, a note:  For those who want to do your own “digging”, please note that many of these sites are private property, some of them are restricted, and if caught on site, you will more than likely be arrested and become a guest of the city, county, state, or Federal Government.  They have not been maintained, and are therefore getting run down and quite rickety.  They are usually in pretty remote areas, so if you have an accident, help may not be able to find you.  And, given the fact that this is South Florida, many have become havens for the local flora and, more to the point, fauna—think spiders and snakes and other critters that can be unpredictable, especially when you come tromping in and invading their home.  So, it may be best to visit the sites that are public (HM-69 is now run by the National Parks Service and offers tours) and leave the abandoned sites, well, abandoned.

    Starting with the HAWK missiles, there were four sites around Miami and Homestead:  HM-12, HM-39, HM-59, and HM-84.  There were also four HAWK Batteries around Key West International Airport and Naval Air Station Key West. 

    HM-12:  The battery known as HM-12 was located on SW 87th Avenue in the Cutler Ridge area.  The location now houses a school, one of the many uses these sites have served after they were vacated.  Part of the original site has been left to nature, but one of the service loop roads remains.

    HM12

     

    HM-39:  The HM-39 site lies approximately three miles east of the Homestead-Miami Speedway and three miles southeast of the Homestead Air Reserve Base on SW 334th Street and SW 102nd Ave.  Like HM-12, it is now occupied by a school – in this case, a day care facility.  It is largely used by employees of the nearby Turkey Point Nuclear Facility.

    HM39

     

    HM-59:  HM-59 was located along SW 424th Street, just west of U.S. Highway 1, south of Homestead in unincorporated Miami-Dade County.  It is currently used as a Juvenile Residential Facility (“Reform School” back in the day).

    HM59

     

    HM-84:  HM-84 lies in the Goulds area of West Miami-Dade County.  It is now being used as a nursery.  Most of the area in and around Goulds has become farms and nurseries.

    HM84

     

    Now, let’s take a look at the Key West HAWK sites.  The following image was taken from the Keys History site, and shows the locations of the batteries.  Key West International Airport is on the left, NAS Key West is to the right.

    EYW sites

     

    Alpha Battery:  This is how Alpha Battery looks today.  It is now the site of the U.S. Army Special Operations Underwater Operations School.  The footprint is unmistakable.

    Alpha

     

    Bravo Battery:  Also known as the Little Hamaca site, it is located on the property of the Key West International Airport.  It is rather decrepit these days, but again, the footprint is a dead giveaway of the site’s past.  The FAA has a communications site and has erected several antennas there; otherwise it is much as it was when it was built.

    Bravo

     

    Charlie Battery:  Charlie Battery lies east of the NAS Key West runways.  It appears to be overgrown, but there has been a movement in recent years to rehabilitate the site and use it as an RV park.

    Charlie

     

    Delta Battery:  Delta Battery is almost due north of NAS Key West.  It, like Bravo, is a bit on the tatty side these days.  A NOAA Doppler Radar is on site (the white ball on the lower left hand side of the photo) and the site is used for Special Forces training.  Again, note the footprint.

    Delta

     

    The MIM-23 HAWK Missile was a medium range Surface-to-Air missile built by Raytheon.  A more mobile missile than the Nike Hercules, it was also more compact due to the advances in electronics that led to miniaturization of the components.  It saw U.S. Army and USMC service from 1960 until 2002.  Other users include Israel, Turkey, Greece, and Iran (who modified some to be carried on its F-14A Tomcats!).

    The best model kit of the HAWK is the new 1/35 scale AFV Club kit.  It is well detailed, and per the online reviews, it fits very well.  Next down the order would be the new Dragon kit, also in 1/35 scale.  For the die-hard masochists, there’s always the Revell-Renwal kit in approximately 1/40 scale.

    Now, let’s examine the Nike sites.  They were designated HM-01 (later HM-03), HM-40, HM-65 (later HM-66), HM-69, and HM-95.

    HM-01 started as a Nike Ajax site in Carol City, to the northwest of Miami.  Later, when the missiles were changed to Nike Hercules, the designation changed to HM-03.  An interesting tidbit on this site:  My last apartment in Florida was about 5 miles as the crow flies from the launch site, and 8 miles from the control site.  Here’s how they look today:

    The control site for HM-01/HM-03 is a vacant lot, but still has the characteristic appearance of a Nike control site.

    HM03 Control

    The launch site for HM-01 is located near NW 67 Ave (Flamingo Road) and the Florida Turnpike, just south of the Broward/Miami-Dade county line.  The layout is typical for an above ground Nike site.  The three cleared areas are where the barns stood that held the missiles.

    HM01

     

    HM-40:  The HM-40 site is located off Old State Road 905 on North Key Largo.  This site is largely overgrown these days.  The native fauna is slowly taking back the sites.

    The HM-40 Control Site.  On the left side of the photo you can see the hexagonal tower platforms that were built for the guidance radars (LOPAR and HIPAR), almost covered by the trees–the towers are some 40 to 60 feet tall.  To the right you can make out some of the site’s buildings, many of which still remain intact. 

    HM40 Control

    And here’s how the HM-40 launch site appears today.  You can make out the loop road serving the launchers.  The rectangular lake alongside the side was a result of the Army Corps of Engineers efforts to provide fill for the launch site.  You will see that in several of the former missile sites in South Florida, and again around the Kennedy Space Center in Titusville—they would dig fill to make a mound, put a telemetry station (or, in this case, missile barns) on the mound, and let the hole fill in.  The fishing around the sites in the Merritt Island Wildlife Refuge adjacent to the Space Center is particularly good, if you don’t mind sharing your fishing spot with alligators…

    HM40 Launch

     

    HM-65/HM-66:  This site is located southwest of the Homestead-Miami Speedway, and is not consistent with the others in construction.  The launch site is to the left in the photo, and the control site is in the center-right.  It was initially a temporary Nike Ajax site, and was later allocated Nike Hercules missiles and moved to Key Largo to the site designated HM-40.  Notice the lack of radar towers and the proximity of the control site to the launch site, typical of the temporary sites erected for the Cuban Missile Crisis.  Why am I including this one?  Well, in 1963 the site was leased by Aerojet General (the same people who brought you the Standard Anti-Radiation missile used by Wild Weasels) and used as a rocket motor test site for the space program.  If you get curious, look up the Aerojet Dade Rocket Facility here:  https://www.abandonedfl.com/aerojet-dade/ .

    It is a neat story in and of itself.

    HM66

     

    HM-69:  Of all the missile sites in and around South Florida, this is the one in the best material condition.  Located in the region of the Everglades known as “The Hole in the Doughnut”, it is farthest away from the inhabited area of southwest Miami-Dade County. 

    This is the former HM-69 Control Site.  It is now the Daniel Beard Research Center, featuring new buildings.  The roads around the building are a mix of new and old.

    HM69 Control

    And here is the launch site, complete with the three barns standing intact.  This site is being run by the National Parks Service, and tours are available from December through April.  There is an actual Nike Hercules missile on site that was restored to near new condition.  Like the Titan at the Titan Missile Museum in Green Valley, Arizona, this was a missile used for training and was never fueled. 

    HM69 Launch

     

    HM-95:  This site is located in western Miami-Dade County along the road known as Krome Avenue.

    The control site buildings, as I alluded to above, have been demolished.  All that exists of the site now are the concrete pads and foundations.  There is no news as to what will become of the site, but I imagine the city or county will find a use for it.

    HM95 Control

    And, finally, the HM-95 launch site.  The footprint of the upper complex, where the launch barns and launchers were, shows the typical layout of a Nike site, but a lot of construction over the years has altered the landscape to a degree.  The butterfly-shaped buildings in the lower complex are the new detention buildings.  This facility was used to house Cuban refugees from the Mariel Boatlift after it was found that the Tent City erected under I-95 in the Little Haiti area of Miami wasn’t adequate, nor were any of the others—they were too close to the population center, and woefully undersized and understaffed for the number of people housed there.  The decision was made late in 1980 to consolidate everyone at the missile site, which had been in use by the Army up until the fall of 1979.  At first, they simply moved the tents from Miami to Krome Avenue, and eventually erected the buildings you see here.  The Detention Center is still in operation today.

    HM95 Launch

    In model form, one used to be limited to the ancient Revell and Renwal kits of the Nike Hercules and Nike Ajax.  However, here's a news flash:  Freedom Models now offers a Nike Hercules in 1/35 scale.  I have to get one, I think…and perhaps they will see their way clear into a Nike Ajax, too!

    There are several websites that cover the Homestead-Miami Defense Area.  A few of them are:

    The general Nike Missile history site has a little of everything.  Dig around; you will find copies of tech manuals for your research and reference delight:  http://nikemissile.org/

    Ed Thelan’s site, a veritable treasure trove:  http://ed-thelen.org/

    The Park Service’s page for HM-69:  https://www.nps.gov/ever/learn/historyculture/hm69.htm

    Don Boyd’s South Florida site, with lots of pictures: http://www.pbase.com/donboyd/memories_missile_bases

    Keys History’s bit on HM-40: http://www.keyshistory.org/KL-NikeSite.html

    Another story on HM-40: http://www.thebohemianblog.com/2016/01/wmds-in-the-florida-keys-the-abandoned-nike-missile-site-hm-40.html

    Another Nike site: http://www.nike252.org/

    A general overview of the Homestead-Miami Defense Area: http://www.themilitarystandard.com/missile/nike/homestead-fl.php

    Keys History’s HAWK Missile page: http://www.keyshistory.org/Hawk-KWMissiles.html

    Another look at one of the HAWK batteries on Key West: https://conchscooter.blogspot.com/2010/03/hawk-missiles.html

    A great page on the HAWK batteries on Key West:  http://www.missilesofkeywest.com/

    This just scratches the surface.  I encourage all of you to poke around and see what else you may find.  Be curious.  Be resourceful.  And never stop learning.

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    That's all I have for today.  Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and, as always, I bid you Peace.

  • In the days of yore…

    (Or:  Hey, Grandpa, tell us a story…)

    As the Cajun Chef Justin Wilson would say, "How y'all are?  I'm so glad for you to see me some more!" 

    Since we last crossed paths, a lot has happened.  Our Mesa Project is over, ended prematurely by our customer.  So, no more treks cross-continent–which is a good thing and a bad thing, because as long as it wasn't in the summer months, I enjoyed the time I spent in Arizona.  This also means that I've been between projects since January, which means I have time on my hands–and time that isn't always spent in the best of manners. 

    I guess that's why I volunteered to "un-retire" and ask the guys in the local IPMS Chapter to trust me to run the club for a few years.  "I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one…"

    So, having time on my hands and something that I need to spend time on has got me writing articles for our club newsletter.  I've done a few so far, and I have two or three more lurking out there amongst my research materials on projects near and dear to me.  The first I wrote was a short piece on the various Army missile sites situated in and around South Florida during the aftermath of the Cuban Missile crisis and how those spots look today.  Since we're in South Carolina, and I have never seen anyone in the club do so, I also did a two-part history of the 169 Fighter Wing, the flying unit of the South Carolina Air National Guard.  Waiting in the wings?  I'd like to do a short piece on the 321st and 340th Bombardment Groups, two units that were assembled and trained here at what is now the Columbia Metropolitan Airport.  I've also been refining my "Model Building 101" seminar that I first presented at the 2016 IPMS/USA National Convention.  And, while all this has been fun, it has caused me to do some digging in back issues of old magazines–where I'm greeted almost every time with some sort of "Blast from the Past"…

    The first thing I recalled were the Alpha Cyanoacrylate Cements (ACC, also known as CA, "Super Glue", "Krazy Glue", and a host of other trade and nicknames) that we had available to us in the day.  Dad would usually have one of the syrette-type tubes of Krazy Glue hanging around, and every now and then he'd bring home an expired bottle of Eastman 910, the great-granddaddy of all ACCs from work–he worked at a bio-medical company for a while and they paid strict attention to dates.  The glue was still perfectly fine, except the date on the container said it couldn't be used. 

    A few years later, I found Satellite City's "Hot Stuff"–the original bottles were flat-topped and used the little piece of Teflon tubing as an applicator nozzle.  And, boy, did it work!  I first discovered it when my brother was building a Dumas tunnel-hull radio control boat.  I happened to be building my one and only "real" model (according to Dad), a Guillows large scale Spitfire.  I used Titebond for most of the construction–I wasn't concerned with weight, since I was building it as a shelf sitter–but when I needed to lock something into place NOW, I'd hit it with Hot Stuff, and pow, it was secured.  I tried it on some of the plastic models I built later on, and found that it worked fairly well on them, but that I was still a bit lacking in my technique–so what I usually wound up with was a misaligned bit of model that took a while to sort out.  But it was good stuff, and it is actually still available.  In the years since, I've used the Pacer "Zap" line of ACC, Carl Goldberg's "Jet", the "Krazy Glue" formulations, and the Bob Smith Industries products, but if it was still as readily available as it was in the early 1980's, I'd probably still be using Hot Stuff…these days, Bob Smith is what is usually available, so it is what I use…

    Another product from days gone by are fillers.  Back in my formative years, there was only one readily available hobby filler worth using, and that was good, old, Squadron Green Putty.  And boy, did I use it by the metric ton.  I'd glue the parts together, and once the glue was dry I'd smear a nice bead of putty on every seam.  I guess I liked sanding for weeks back then, I dunno.  As my technique improved, and as I realized that I didn't need to use the whole tube on just one model, I started to use less.  At some point, I used Duratite putty, and later tried the Dr. Microtools' red putty–nice stuff, but if you are painting something white, it was a huge pain in the hinder.  About the same time, Squadron introduced their White Putty.  I've used it ever since, at least as far as solvent-based putties go.  I've added a few to my arsenal–namely, CA, Deluxe Products' Perfect Plastic Putty, and Apoxie Sculp.  That last one reminded me that I originally used Duro's E-Pox-E Ribbon–you probably remember it if you used it, it has a blue and a yellow component, and when it cured it was this garish green color.  Once I discovered Milliput, thought, I switched.  And, when Apoxie Sculp debuted and I could get it easier than Milliput, I switched.

    But of all the products I look back on, the one that I always come to is paint.  In my kid days building models in the neighborhood, you were either a Testors fan or a Pactra kid–a lot depended on where you shopped for paint.  It seems to me that the drug store closest to the house (as well as the local K-Mart and Treasury discount store) carried the Testors Pla Enamels, and the drug store across the street carried Pactra 'Namel.  Back then, we only knew we needed paint, we weren't particular, but I was always under the impression that the Testors bottles held more paint that the jewel-faceted 'Namel jars did.  I used the Testors Flats, mostly, and continued to use them when I transitioned from using the hairy stick to using the airbrush for my final finishes.  That is, until about 1981…

    Remember my stories of the Otaki Corsair, and how it became my Great White Whale, and how I so thoroughly botched my first attempt that I had to wait until the shop got another kit?  Between those two, I built the Otaki Hellcat, and since I had already bought the paint for the Corsairs, I'd simply use them on the Hellcat, too.  These were different–these were the square bottles of Pactra's Authentic International Colors.  And boy, how I loved that paint.  I had discovered that using Aero Gloss Dope thinner really cut the Testors flat enamel paint and made it lay down well and flash quickly, and it held no surprises when I did the same with the Pactra stuff.  Of course, my luck being what it is, a few months after I discovered the stuff, it was being discontinued.  No matter, as I was in for a change anyway…

    When I started college, I was trying to be considerate to my roommates, so I tried the original Polly-S.  For those of you younger than 30, this was the original hobby "acrylic"–actually, it was latex paint.  It hand brushed very nicely, but to airbrush it was a bit of a crap shoot.  See, you could thin it with water or alcohol, neither of which was 100% reliable with any given bottle of paint.  Some bottles would do well with either, other bottles would only work well with water, and some bottles would curdle into a tight little ball if you tried alcohol.  I got real good at troubleshooting paint in those days, and I used it until it, too, was starting to pass from the scenes.  When I couldn't get colors like RLM02 and Non-Spec Sea Blue, it was telling me that I needed to find a new paint.  It actually found me…

    About the same time Polly-S was sinking, the gang at Floquil had begun to produce the "re-formulated" military colors, in the form of their "new" (for 1992-ish) line.  Now, I was quite content to use Polly-S (as well as the Tamya and Gunze/GSI acrylics), but given the range of colors, I just had to try the new Floquil line.  I did.  I liked it.  I used it.  Well, until the advent of PollyScale…

    There were other acrylics that I tried back in the day, too.  I liked the original Tamiya acrylics.  They were an absolute joy to use.  They then started to fiddle with the chemistry of their paints, and for several years I simply could not get it to work, come Hell or high water.  I also liked the Gunze Aqueous line to an extent, but I found that it didn't give as good a coverage as the others did.  Along the way, I also tried the Testor Model Master Acrylics (the line that preceded the Acryl colors we have now), and found them to be the most useless model paint I ever encountered.  The experience I had with them colored my opinion of the later Acryl line until I tried them. 

    Then there was "Niche"/"Red Paint".  They came out in the early 1990's with these supposed hyper-accurate paints formulated for late war Luftwaffe and Soviet colors.  I have actually had good results with the one bottle of "Soviet Dielectric Green" I bought (check out the MiG-21 I built–the antennas are all done with this paint), and wish I had bought more when it was available.  

    I tried the ProModeler paints once, too–the less said, the better.  They weren't as useless as the Testor Model Master Acrylics, but they came pretty close.

    Coming full circle, one of the last of the "others" that I really liked were the Pactra Acrylics.  And, as my luck runs, it wasn't around long once I discovered it.

    Back to PollyScale.  Bar none, this is the best acrylic I have ever used, before or since.  I liked it so much that I simply gave away all my Floquil enamels.  If this stuff was still around, I'd be using it.  No question.  But, as we have seen from RPM (the parent company of Testors, Bondo, and Rust-Oleum) a few times, well, they just couldn't bear having "sister company" (as Floquil was at the time) show up the Home Team.  Yep, they discontinued the PollyScale colors in favor of the Acryls…

    Since PollyScale went away, I have re-learned how to use Tamiya colors, I have liked the Acryls, and I have adopted a new favorite in the form of Vallejo Model Air.  Sure, it isn't PollyScale, but as I have been experimenting and getting used to it, I like the stuff.  I've been able to pull off some pretty nice paint jobs–see the Hasegawa F-111F, the pair of Corsairs, and the ER-2 as proof.  They make the best, to my mind, acrylic metallic colors, too, as the MiG-21 proves.  So, while my winding road through the world of hobby paint has been long and slightly tortured, I think I'm where I need to be.

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    And this doesn't even scratch the surface of the list of the kit manufacturers we had back in the day.  We had Otaki and Nichimo, neither of which are around any more, although Arii picked up the Otaki line for a while–it is now marketed by Micro Ace in Japan.  We had Fujimi, kits from whom have only recently started to hit these shores again.  We had Life-Like, Inpact, ESCI, SMER, VEB/Plasticart–none of which have survived to today. 

    And, the latest additions to the list:  Monogram and Revell.  They were victims of the Hobbico bankruptcy.  Hopefully, the new owners of Revell Germany–who now own the entire Revell and Monogram catalog–will re-establish some sort of U.S. branch, but I'm not holding my breath.

    On the other hand, due to the efforts of Round 2 Models, the likes of AMT, MPC, Lindberg, Hawk, and Polar Lights…

    Perhaps next time, we'll take a look at those manufacturers.

    Until then, thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

     

  • #historyiscool

    Howdy…

    I was on the road again for the past two weeks.  The phrase "It's said the West is nice this time of year" is certainly true–nighttime lows in the high 50's, daytime highs in the mid- to high 80's…

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    I had occasion to speak with a high school classmate a few weekends ago.  That 20-minute phone call stirred up such a rush of nostalgia that it prompted me to bat out a six-page missive that was originally intended to be posted here as a follow-on to my last post.  The more I wrote, the more I decided that the piece was more for me than it was for anyone else, and has been filed away in my folder called "Personal Musings". 

    In effect, it was an essay on history–my history.  And I think it is good to go back and visit history, whether it is your personal history (either through memory or some sort of journal), as well as events that shaped the world around you.

     

    I grew up in a small suburb of Ft. Lauderdale called Lauderhill.  The family moved there in August of 1971.  At the time,  Lauderhill was only starting to grow on the west side of the Florida Turnpike, and we were there to see the beginnings of it.  Now, I didn't know squat about history then–I wouldn't take an interest in history for another year or two.  All I knew was that the folks on the East side of Lauderhill had been there for a while, while most of us on the West side had only recently arrived–from other areas of the city, from other areas of the county, and, like us, from out of state.

    I had a lot to learn.

    As time marched on, I started to be aware of the events around me.  My first real knowledge of a historic event had to have been the 1972 Munich Olympics hostage crisis.  I didn't fully understand what was happening, but I know the story I was seeing captivated me.  I didn't really understand the significance of the events until I was a few years older, then it took on a whole different meaning to me.

    The next event I recall would have been the 1973 Yom Kippur War.  Why?  The Oil Crisis.  It was a direct result of the war.  Again, I still didn't understand the strife between the Arabs and Israelis back then.  I soon would, and again, my mind was opened up to the vast amount of history that I did not yet know.  1974 saw Watergate and the Nixon resignation.  1975, the evacuation of Saigon.  And so on…

    It was about then that I started to make a conscious effort to learn history.  On my own, no prompting.  I read books.  Lots of books.  Fiction?  Nope, don't need it.  I wanted the straight dope, the real stuff.  For some unknown reason, my interests focused initially on the Second World War.  More specifically, they focused on the air war from 1935 until 1945.  I ate the stories up.  I read all the books I could.  I asked for–and received–Edward Jablonski's massive tome "Airwar" one Christmas, and read it from cover to cover over Christmas break.  (If you've never heard of it, it was initially a four-volume set.  The version I received was all four volumes bound into one book.  It is a big book!) 

    All of this, of course, fed my interest in making models of all those airplanes I read about.  When NBC started airing the show "Baa Baa Black Sheep", I wouldn't miss an episode.  I had seen a photo of the F4U Corsair earlier and thought it was the coolest airplane I had ever seen.  Those of you who sat through my "Every Model Tells A Story" seminar at the 2016 IPMS/USA National Convention know that finding the "best" model kit of a Corsair became my Great White Whale until about 1981, when I finally laid hands on the Otaki 1/48 scale kit…

    Growing up, I was fairly good in school.  I had the good fortune of being able to suck up information like a sponge and manage to retain it for quite some time.  I was especially good at the Liberal Arts stuff–writing, social studies, history–and I was good working with my hands.  On the pure science and math side of the ledger, I did okay, but if you'll recall my post of a few years ago titled "1984", it couldn't quite carry me through Aeronautical Engineering.  At a crossroads, my mother reminded me of something that I will never forget.  She told me, "Your dilemma is that you have Technical hands and a Liberal Arts mind." 

    She was, of course, correct.  As I considered my path forward, I thought of switching to a History major.  But, here's Mom again, reminding me that History majors do one of two things:  Teach or work at museums.  For peanuts.  (My wife, whose undergrad degree is in History, has also reminded me of these facts…)

    As much as a career as an historian intrigued me, I fell back on my Technical hands and studied avionics, earned my degrees, and have worked in the industry pretty much ever since.  Even when I got laid off in 2009, while I poked around looking at Master's courses in history, I knew that the Siren named aviation would come to me, calling me back into the fold… 

    Then came last year.  Actually, August of 2015–the time we were told that the company was moving the shop from Columbia, and that we could move with it if we wanted to, with everything that entailed.  And once again, I began poking around, looking at Master's programs in History.  This time, I came to the conclusion that should I head down that road, I'd be 70 years old before I paid off the loans, and would be thrown right back to the bottom of the employment totem pole, making peanuts.  Every now and then I still think it would be a cool thing to do, but the mortgage and light bills pull me back to reality.

    By the way, my selected field, had I actually enrolled?  Middle Eastern History of the 20th Century.  It fascinates me.

    Instead, I'm exercising my Liberal Arts mind in another way, writing technical documents to support avionics modifications programs.  That's what has seen me traveling back and forth to Arizona.  That's what's paying my bills.

    But I still have that undying curiosity for all things history.  It is, to this day, reflected in the books I like to read, in the models that I build, and the places I go.  I've written before how I was on an aviation museum kick back in 2012/2013.  My last post spoke about how I finally paid a return visit to the Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson.  For those of you who follow me on Facebook, you see it in my posts–most of them have some historical tidbit that I toss out to people, hoping they'll bite on the nugget and go read further.  

    Why?

    I just find it, well, cool.

    What frustrates me is that I don't see a whole lot of young folks who have the same curiosity.  For anything, let alone history.  It came as a breath of fresh air when a Facebook friend posted that her son wanted to teach history. 

    There is hope for us yet.

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    While in Mesa, I was able to catch a few hours of ModelZona 2017 at the Commemorative Air Force's Falcon Field location.  I thought it funny when I started to bump into people I know, one after the other, within minutes of entering the venue…I was having a difficult time trying to see the show itself!

    I thought it was a nice show–not having been there for the whole show, what I did see was well-run.  There was a lot of great work on the tables, too many for me to recall right now.  Probably the most interesting model I saw was a scratchbuilt 1/48 C-54.

    All in all, it was an enjoyable break from work.  Thanks and congratulations to the Craig Hewitt chapter of IPMS/USA for putting on such a fine event.

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    Speaking of model shows, mark your calendars now for the South Carolina Scale Model Mega Show, to be held on Saturday, 23 June 2018, at the Bluff Road Armory in Columbia.  It will be a jointly-hosted show between the AMPS Central South Carolina Wildcats and the IPMS/USA Mid-Carolina Swamp Fox Modelers.  Details to come…

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    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and, as always, I bid you Peace.

     

  • Another one of “those anniversaries”…

    24 April is another one of "those anniversaries" that are vivid in my memory.  I'll elaborate the "why" later, but first let's cover the "what"…

    In late 1979, the Ayatollahs came to power in Iran, sparking what was then called a "student uprising".  During that uprising, the Shah, a man put into power in the early 1950's by a U.S.-led coup, fled the country.  He was, during his reign, a tyrant–he would do his best to keep the common Iranian down while also doing his best to see that the rich Iranians got richer.  At the time he left the country, he was also ill–he was suffering from cancer, a malady that would take his life soon after.

    During all the demonstrations, the insurgents demonstrated outside the Embassies of the Western powers.  To this day, I can still vividly remember the chants, "Death to Carter, Death to the Shah!", referring, of course, to President Jimmy Carter and the now-deposed Shah.  At some point, the American embassy was stormed and the workers taken captive.  Ultimately, 52 Americans would be held for 444 days, gaining their release just after President Ronald Reagan was inaugurated in January 1981. 

    However, in 1980 President Carter wanted to do more than negotiate, and had formulated plans for a massive rescue mission.  That mission would be called Operation Eagle Claw.  It involved assets from all branches of the military–Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines.  It was a complicated plan, too:  An advance mission on 1 April transported one Air Force Combat Air Controller went into Iran and selected the first landing site, called Desert One.  He installed infrared landing lights and took soil samples–he reported back that the site was hard-packed sand.  Three weeks later, the surface had accumulated a layer of fine, powdery sand, unknown to mission planners.

    The mission as planned:  Three USAF EC-130E's (call signs Republic 4, 5, and 6) would carry the members of the Army's new elite Delta Force and some 6,000 gallons of jet fuel in collapsible bladders to refuel the Navy helicopters.  Three USAF MC-130E Combat Talon aircraft (call signs Dragon 1, 2, and 3) would carry logistical support equipment.  Eight RH-53D Sea Stallion helicopters from the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz (call signs Bluebeard 1 through 8, located in the Persian Gulf, would rendezvous with the C-130's at Desert One.  Once at Desert One, the Delta Force would embark on the RH-53's and be flown to another remote landing site, Desert Two.  There they would spend the next day.  Come nightfall, Delta Force would drive into Tehran in trucks brought to Desert Two by CIA operatives.  The helicopters would reposition to a nearby football stadium and wait.  Delta force would storm the Embassy and any other holding sites, neutralize the Iranian guards, and free the Americans.  Other members of the ground combat force would destroy power stations to keep the Iranians pinned down.  USAF AC-130 gunships would be orbiting over the area to add close air support, and Army Rangers were to neutralize and capture the nearby Manzariyeh Air Base, where USAF C-141 Starlifters would land.  The ground forces and freed hostages would rendezvous with the helicopters and the football stadium and would be flown to the air base.  They would then board the C-141's and be flown to safety.

    That's the mission in theory.  Here's how reality played out…

    24 April 1980:  All the aircraft departed from their bases as scheduled.  The MC-130s and EC-130s were able to locate Desert One and land–Dragon 1 was the first in, and sustained damage upon landing.  It was able to offload personnel and equipment and was able to fly out, but would require extensive maintenance afterwards to repair the damage. 

    Meanwhile, the RH-53s began to have problems.  Bluebeard 6 had to land in the desert because the crew were getting a warning light that pointed to a cracked rotor blade.  The crew abandoned the aircraft and were recovered by Bluebeard 8.  The rest of the helicopter group was overcome by a haboob, a sudden and severe dust storm frequent to the region.  Bluebeard 5 returned to Nimitz when its flight instruments malfunctioned.  The remaining helicopters arrived at Desert One.  When Bluebeard 2, the last to arrive, landed, they were a full 90 minutes behind schedule.  To make matters worse, Bluebeard 2 had a malfunctioning hydraulic system, leaving only a single system to operate the aircraft.

    In the meantime, Army Rangers intercepted and destroyed a truck smuggling gasoline.  This was both bad and good:  the fires lit up the night, but also provided a visual beacon for the helicopter force.  Later, a bus carrying some 44 civilians was stopped and the passengers detained on Republic 3.

    With all the aircraft that would arrive on scene, COL Charlie Beckwith (commander of Delta Force) was at a dilemma:  Mission plans clearly stated that if there were any fewer than six helicopters, the mission was to be aborted.  The Navy flight crews, all too well aware of what a total loss of hydraulic pressure would do to a Sea Stallion, decided that Bluebeard 2 was to be shut down and taken off the mission.  This left five helicopters to continue, one less than the plan called for.  Discussions between commanders on scene and in Washington led to the decision to abort the mission.  Bluebeard 2 was to be left, and the aircraft were to return to base.  The civilians from the bus were released, but the bus was disabled.

    And this wasn't the bad news.

    The helicopters needed to be refueled from the EC-130's.  Republic 4 was also low on fuel, and had already transferred its bladder fuel to the helicopters.  It was now at a point where it needed to depart immediately if it had any hope of getting home.  In order to do so, the aircraft needed to be re-arranged.  Since the ground had that ankle-deep layer of powder, the easiest way to move the helicopters was to air taxi them.  Bluebeard 3 had to be moved in order to get Republic 4 and Bluebeard 4 repositioned–Republic 4 to depart and Bluebeard 4 to refuel from another EC-130.  A USAF Combat Air Controller began to marshal Bluebeard 3 away from Republic 4, but as the helicopter became airborne it caused a huge dust cloud to form and also caused the CAC to start to move away from the helicopter.  Being the helicopter pilot's only visual reference, he tried to maintain a constant distance from the CAC, not knowing that the CAC was being blown over by the rotor wash.  Shortly, the main rotor of Bluebeard 3 contacted the tail surfaces of Republic 4.  Both aircraft caught fire.  Republic 4 still had residual fuel in the bladder tanks.  The flames spread quickly.  Eight American servicemen were killed that night on the Iranian desert, five airman from Republic 4 and three Marines from Bluebeard 3.  Along with the loss of life, we lost many classified documents on the RH-53s that were abandoned when all hell broke loose.

    It was a debacle.  There is no other word for it.

    So, why do I recall the events to this day?  One, I had the day off from school–it was a teacher workday, I think–and remember waking up to the news.  As a kid of 16, I couldn't understand how my country could fail this miserably.  I was old enough to recall the Vietnam War, and the trials and tribulations attached to it.  I thought that was bad enough, but now here we were again, embarrassed in the eyes of the whole world.

    As I got older and started to become more worldly (in other words, I not only got older, I got wiser as well), I came to learn that there were outside circumstances that were attached to our involvement in Iran.  The moral of the story is as Jack Ryan told Captain Ramius in "The Hunt for Red October": "It is good to know a little about one's adversary, don't you think?"

    In the years following Eagle Claw, the military revised procedures for their anti-terrorist and Special Forces.  Procedures were put into place for better inter-service cooperation and better intra-branch cooperation.  Better equipment was devised and purchased.  Better training was implemented.  The culmination of all this was evident during Operation Desert Storm…

    If you want some homework, I'd suggest trying to find a copy of Steven Kinzer's "All The Shah's Men".  The book covers the ouster of Mohammed Mossadegh and the return of the Shah to power.  Also, The Atlantic published a good article on Operation Eagle Claw.  Educate yourself on the history of our world, you might be surprised what you learn.

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another.  I bid you Peace…

     

     

  • Karma Five-Two

    In addition to being Tax Day here in the U.S., 15 April is also the anniversary of what is now being called "The first shot in the International War on Terror."  I'm speaking, of course, of the 1986 bombing raid on Libya, otherwise known as Operation El Dorado Canyon.

    For those who don't recall life before MTV, a PC in every home, and satellite television, here's a capsule history for you to chew on.  In the late 1970's and early 1980's, Libya's leader, Muammar Al-Gadhafi, started expressing anti-Western and anti-American sentiments to the world.  One of the things he did was to declare the entire Gulf of Sidra as Libyan territory, while the rest of the world respected the international standard of 12 nautical miles as the limit to territorial waters.  The United States Navy would conduct operations there, and in 1981 two Libyan SU-22 Fitters tired to intercept two F-14A Tomcats of VF-41.  They came out on the short end of the deal; the Tomcats handily dispatched both Libyan aircraft.

    Tensions continued to escalate through the early 1980's.  In 1986, the LaBelle discotheque was bombed; three persons were killed (two of them American) and a few hundred were injured.  Investigations pointed to the Libyans as the driving force behind the bombings, so President Ronald Reagan gave the approval to bomb targets inside Libya.

    The original raid was planned to use only U.S. Navy assets, but the target list expanded quickly and by the time it was close to being finalized, it was realized that there weren't enough Naval aviation assets to do the job.  So, the operation was expanded to include F-111F's from the 48 Tactical Fighter Wing based at RAF Lakenheath and several of the then-new EF-111A Raven Electronic Warfare aircraft with the 20TFW based at RAF Upper Heyford. 

    In order to make the shortest flights possible, the Aardvarks and Ravens would have to fly through French, Spanish, and Italian airspace.  All three countries refused to allow the overflights, so the mission was planned to fly around the Iberian peninsula and along the coast of North Africa before striking their targets.  The longer flight path would also require a tremendous amount of tanker support, which added more complexity to an already complex mission.  In late 1985 Operation Ghost Rider, a simulated attack against targets in Canada, was flown by F-111E's from the 20TFW to prove the various aspects of such a long mission; the lessons learned were passed along to the Lakenheath group.  (Trivia:  Libya could have been the combat debut of the F-117, but the plans were scotched because the Pentagon didn't want to let the Stealth cat out of the bag should something bad happen…the Wobbly Goblin's combat initiation would have to wait for Operation Just Cause, the invasion of Panama.)

    As the various groups of aircraft flew in to their target areas, the Libyans became aware that something was up (it is also widely believed that they were tipped off), and some of the anti-aircraft batteries started to return fire.  Reports vary, but as the Karma cell of F-111F's exited the target area, the aircraft with the call sign Karma 52 (F-111F S/N 70-2389) was lost.  It was not confirmed until all of the aircraft marshaled at their assigned tanker, but nothing changed–Karma 52 was missing.  The crew, Captains Fernando Ribas-Dominicci and Paul Lorance, were listed killed in action during the raid.  Stories have varied over the years, but it is fairly certain that the airplane was hit by AAA and the crew ejected.  Due to the altitude, it is presumed that the escape module parachutes did not fully deploy and the capsule hit the water hard.

    After denying that they held the remains of the crew, the body of Ribas-Dominicci (initially identified as those of Captain Lorence) was returned to the family via the Vatican in 1988.  An autopsy performed showed that Ribas-Dominicci had minor injuries and that the cause of death was drowning.  The remains of Captain Lorence are still unaccounted for.

    So, why the interest in this one-time, one-night raid?  Well, in short because it is still such a mystery.  What actually happened to Karma 52?  Did they indeed get shot down, or did the airplane somehow fail?  Did the crew eject?  If so, did the capsule fill with water and sink, taking Captain Lorence to a watery grave?  Was the crew unconscious after the escape module landed?  Did Captain Ribas-Dominicci exit the capsule and then drown?  And, finally, what happened to Captain Lorence?  Stories have circulated that the Libyans have both pilots' flight suits and helmets, plus parts from the aircraft, in Gadhafi's home in Tripoli.  Where are those artifacts now? Surely, somebody has the answers–but with the events in Libya over the past few years I fear that the answers–many of them, at least–have died with Col. Gadhafi and other members of his leadership council.

    Also, in my years in aviation, I have come to be acquainted with more members of the Aardvark community than any other.  My interest in the F-111 goes back to when I was a kid.  The airplane was just plan old neat to me–then and now.  The 'Vark is gone now, retired after Operation Desert Storm, but the stories of the F-111 and her crews live on.

    And so, every year on 15 April I stop and remember the loss of two Americans, crewmen on an F-111 flying a mission that, it was hoped, would stop Libya's terrorist activities.  Whether or not we accomplished that is up to history.  In any case, Gadhafi is gone now, Karma indeed caught up with him.

    As always, thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

  • 1984

    Greetings!

    Now, before you get all excited and start running about, I'm not referring to George Orwell's vision.  Rather, I'm looking back 30 years and remembering some of the things that made 1984 a sort of comeback year for me…

    For starters, I found myself unemployed and not in school for the first time in my life on New Year's Day in 1984.  I had taken my leave from the Harvard of the Sky–engineering physics and I didn't get along, especially when physics had backup on the beat-down in the form of Calculus 3.  Between those two courses, I had a dismal GPA for the Fall 1983 semester and decided that engineering as a career for me wasn't in the cards.  I went down to the AFROTC Detachment (I had an AFROTC Scholarship at the time) and spoke a bit with my advisor.  He and I talked for about an hour, and both came to the conclusion that all the summer terms in the world weren't going to suddenly make me a mathematical genius.  My math skills were pretty good, but not good enough.  So, I didn't register for spring semester and came home.

    Funny how things can happen–I went looking for a job on 2 January 1984 and was hired almost immediately as a parts driver for a local HVAC parts house.  After a week or so of that, one of their systems engineers found out that I wasn't just doing this because I didn't know any better, and I would sometimes be called in to watch how home and industrial HVAC systems are engineered–so many square feet of space called for so many tons of capacity, so many BTUs were required to heat X amount of space, etc.  It was all pretty neat stuff, and I appreciated all they were doing for me.  Between parts runs, I learned quite a bit–and was tempted to pursue a career in that.  But aviation, once it wiggles down into your blood, tends to have a strong pull…

    I worked there all summer.  One day I got a phone call from one of my advisors at Embry-Riddle, wanting to know what I was doing and what my plans were.  At the time, I was still trying to just chill out a bit and leave the stress and, well, disappointment of engineering behind me (and earn some coin, but that should be obvious).  I let them know what I was up to, and that I had several things banging around in my head, and that I'd let them know when the time came.  That time came in June–I took a Friday off work and drove back to Daytona Beach.  I met with some folks, and found out how easy it would be for me to come back–I never formally withdrew from the school, so I was still carried on their rolls.  I first visited my AFROTC friends.  We spent a few hours speaking with some of the other Department Chairmen, and after speaking with the man heading up the Avionics program, my mind was made up.  I would return in August.

    With my future now decided, I went back to work.  I don't say this to be self-congratulatory, but I was the hardest working parts driver/stock man/all around helper that location had.  I know this because the higher-ups told me so.  They were especially let down when I gave them my notice, but when I told them that my two choices were to learn–unofficially–from them, or go back to school and learn aviation electronics, I think it got them to understand.  I was told that if I needed summer work, they would be there.  So, I ended my employment with them in mid-August.

    Remember that 1984 was an Olympic Games year, too–back when Winter and Summer games were held in the same year, no less.  The Winter games were held in Sarajevo, Yugoslavia.  I paid little attention to them, because work and the time difference made keeping track of the events a bit difficult.  What saddens me know is to see what has become of the venues built for the Games–most of them are crumbling, the result of the unrest, fighting, and other issues between the ethnic factions that finally led to the break-up of Yugoslavia into its constituent Republics.  Sad…

    The Summer games, on the other hand, were different–they were held in Los Angeles in 1984.  The overshadowing news was that the Soviet Union, acting in response to the West's boycott of the 1908 Games, had decided to sit 1984 out.  They, along with the majority of Eastern Bloc countries, sat at home while the Games went on.  The reason I remember it so well was than coverage of most events came on right as I was getting back to the house after work, so I could pay attention to all of them.  It was the last Olympic Summer games that I really paid close attention to.  Since then, various reasons have kept me from watching…

    On the modeling front, I actually started to keep a log of kits I completed.  The first for 1984 was the ESCI 1/48 scale Fieseler Storch.  It was an easy build until I got to the part about sticking the wings to the greenhouse.  I used 5-minute epoxy, and got a fairly decent result–I amazed myself that I didn't wind up with epoxy all over everything! 

    I next turned my attention to a Tamiya 1/48 Brewster Buffalo.  It was probably the quickest "serious" model I had built to that point–everything just clicked together.  I was tempted by the early Navy scheme, but I settled on the Dutch scheme, because my metal finish techniques were sorely lacking and I didn't want to ruin the model.  My impressions of Tamiya airplane kits would be reinforced soon…

    Next on the hit parade was the Nichimo 1/48 scale Ki-43 Oscar.  If you read opinions on this kit, they're all almost universally positive.  And for good reason–the kit packs a lot of detail into a small airplane, the fit is superlative, and this all in a kit dating from the late 1970's.  I tried some weathering techniques on this one–I used a silver Tamiya paint marker to prime seams back then, and I would paint the seams and rub the excess paint off with a paper towel.  I reconed that if I added blotches of silver here and there, I could "chip" the Polly S paints I was using for the camouflage.  It worked out fairly well, I think, and I kept trying to expand my horizons from that model on to the next, and the next…

    This was also the summer when I attempted to build Monogram's 1/48 scale F-84F.  For a reason or reasons lost to history, I cannot recall why I never finished the model.  All I have from that model is the dolly and a few bits and pieces.  After that, I wound up building Monogram's 1/48 scale F-100D in Arkansas ANG colors.  I did that because, as I said before, my metal finishes at the time looked like dog poop…

    Last for the summer, I decided to refinish a Monogram 1/48 scale B-17G that I had built in the late 1970's, maybe 1979.  I had airbrushed it, but it was one of my first airbrushed models and looked the part.  There were visible seams and some other issues with the model, so I took it down from the shelf and started working on the bad areas.  Within a week, it was ready for paint again.  I had used a Microscale sheet to finish the F-100 and was suitably impressed–first time using them, you know.  So, I went in search of a sheet for the B-17.  I found one I liked (unit and aircraft are again lost to history–I didn't log how they were finished, just that I finished them) and set to work.  I used a combination of Polly S and Tamiya acrylics for the finish, and this one was the best, to that point, airbrushed finish I had ever laid down.  The model went back on the shelf, an old girl in a new dress.

    (That Tamiya Buffalo would also get a re-work in the early 1990's–which is how it still resides, hidden away in a box upstairs…)

    I returned to good old Humpty Diddle in August.  I had to register for classes.  I had remembered to change my major and catalog at the Registrar's office when I was there in June, so half my battle had been won.  Then I get to the registration lines.  I think it is a universal college policy that beginning of the semester registration is meant to be as huge a pain in the ass as possible to all involved.  See, during my engineering days, I had to re-take a few courses.  As far as the Aeronautical Studies/Aeronautics courses were concerned, I was through with all of my math classes by virture of my Calculus I and Calculus II courses.  During those engineering semesters, I had managed to complete all but maybe one or two Humanities/History courses, too.  I was only looking to register for the required Physics and first semester Aero Studies courses.  I couldn't get into any of the Electronics courses since all the sections were filled, so I settled for what I could get.  After I got through that, I had to go play housing lottery.  After about two hours of back-and-forth, I managed to get into Residence Hall 2, aka Dorm 2, aka "The Embry-Riddle Holiday Inn".  I had lived here through my engineering days, so I know what to expect.  I met the roommates and suitemates (two rooms to a suite, three people to a room), all of whom were Aero Science guys (they were all working towards pilot certificates)–except one.  He was in engineering.  He was a quiet kid, and engineering wasn't any kinder to him than it was me.  I kinda felt sorry for the kid…after all, I'm now the older, wiser me…

    Classes were literally a breeze.  By the end of that semester, I would have all my prerequisite courses behind me and the next three and a half years would be solid electronics and avionics courses, along with the Aero Studies courses.  See, there was no single avionics major, you took a major and added avionics.  You could take an Aviation Maintenance major and avionics (you wound up with an Airfram and Powerplant certificate and the avionics degree) or Aeronautical Studies with avionics, which is how I went.  Basically, you took all the ground school courses for flight, but no flight courses.  So, I learned basic aerial navigation and meteorology to go along with my electron theory.  Over the years, the school changed how they treated avionics until finally phasing it out a few years ago in favor of an Electronic Engineering degree program…

    More modeling?  You bet–I had spare time, so I decided to build a Tamiya 1/48 A6M2.  This was another fall together kit, it was done in a week.  Yep, a week.  Needing something else to occupy my time, and figuring that the ESCI Storch was a cool kit, so I decided to build ESCI's 1/48 scale Hs-123.  Now that one was a challenge–first serious biplane, first masked camouflage scheme with Polly S, and the kit was rife with minor warpage–typical of ESCI's kits of that era.  Well, I managed to beat it into submission, and painted it up as a Spanish Civil War machine.  I may still have it in a box here somewhere, too, and I was sure to pick up the AMTech "enhanced" reissue of the kit a few years ago.  After all, who else is likely to do an Hs-123 in 1/48 scale?

    The best part of the year?  Going back to school.  I never had any intention of *not* going back to school–my father wouldn't abide it.  He was always pushing for education-I guess it stems from the fact that he had a GED when he started working, and worked hard in correspondence classes to earn a degree.  Dad was a self made man, and he did so through hard work and trying to better himself.  I was thinking about these "good old days", and once again realized what my parents did to make sure my brother and I were ready to face the cold, cruel world–the sacrifices they made to put us both through post-secondary education, the hard work they put in to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and lights on in the house.  So, by going back to school–even though I wasn't overtly pushed–I was doing as they wanted. 

    On reflection, maybe I should have worked for a year after high school, then gone to college.  Maybe I should have examined engineering closer and realized that it was a bit beyond my abilities.  You can reach for the brass ring, and if you grab it on the first try, great.  I seem to reach for the ring, get a light grip on it, and then lose that slight grasp.  Rather than giving up, I'll take a breather and try again.  I usually grab that sucker for all I'm worth on the second go around, and once I have it in my grasp I never let go–I seem to cherish it more when I do that.  It has worked for me my entire life…

    Oh, yeah.  The Apple Macintosh also goes on sale in 1984, Constatin Chernenko succeeds Yuri Andropov as General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Pierre Trudeau steps down as the Canadian Prime Minister, and Marvin Gaye's father shoots and kills the singer. 

    Musically, Van Halen released their "1984" album, giving us "Panama", "Hot For Teacher", "I'll Wait", and "Jump".  Duran Duran were touring, suppoting "Seven and the Ragged Tiger", which gave us "The Reflex", "Union of the Snake", and "New Moon on Monday".  Meanwhile, Prince and the Revolution topped the Billboard Top 100 with "When Doves Cry".  What was #100?  "Yah Mo Be There", by James Ingram and Michael McDonald…

    (I can't poke too much fun–my beloved Jethro Tull released "Under Wraps".  Not one of their best albums ever.  By far.  Even Tull's then-bassist Dave Pegg said the songs cut from 1983's "Broadsword and the Beast" would have made a better album.  Trivia time–it was the only Tull album with no live drummer–drum machines were used instead.  Doane Perry would be hired shortly after this album and was their full-time drummer until 2011.  He still occasionally tours with them.)

    The big news items in the United States for 1984, though, were generated by President Ronald Reagan.  In August, during a sound check for a radio broadcast, he says "My fellow Americans, I'm pleased to tell you today that I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever.  We begin bombing in five minutes".  He alos is re-elected (with George H. W. Bush as his Vice President) in a landslide victory in November, beating Democrats Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro, carrying 49 states and 59% of the popular vote.

     Oh, and as an aside:  When you get an ROTC scholarship, you are basically sworn in as enlisted personnel.  Because I vacated my AFROTC scholarship, a Review Board convened.  It was decided that I wasn't vacating the scholarship for any reason other than it would be a waste of money to have me keep banging my head against a wall as an egineering student.  For my troubles, I received a package from the United States Air Force sometime in April.  Now, some fellow scholarship recipients were receiving orders to attend basic training at Lackland AFB, Texas.  I was slightly concerend until I opened the envelope.  I was granted an Honorable Discharge from the United States Air Force.  As an Airman Basic.  No orders.  One of my roommates at the time wasn't as lucky–his orders appeared a week after he got home in December, 1983.  He showed the Air Force, though–he went down and joined the Army before the Air Force caught up with him.  Many who knew this guy swore he joined the army only so he could get a good, up close look at an M1 Abrams tank so he could build a superdetailed model of one…

    I hope this finds all of you in good health.  Thanks for reading, and be good to one another.  I bid you Peace.

     

     

  • Support your local museums

    I'm back…

    September saw the first of what turned out to be a rash of traveling, both for work and for me.  I had to head up to Richmond for a few days for work, and while I was there I noticed the Virginia Aviation Museum.  I was on a tight schedule and couldn't swing a visit, but next time I'm in the area I do want to have a look.  I'm going somewhere with the aviation museum thing here–I used to try and stop in on the various museums I passed in my travels, but at some point I stopped doing so.  I don't know why, although part of the reason might come from the fact that I have seen far too many of these small efforts die or worse–someone there gets an idea, and it gets executed poorly, which detracts from the visit.  For instance, one Southeastern museum has (or at least had back in 2000 when I was there last) an F-101B VooDoo that they've tried to repaint–poorly.  Instead of the proper color, they used what appears to be a generic hardware store gray paint–and applied equally generic hardware store self adhesive letters to replace the "U. S. Air Force" titles on the fuselage.  Things like that make me cringe.  I know the exercise was done with the best of intentions, but it costs just as much to do it wrong as it does to do it right.  Actually, doing it wrong costs more, because at some point you'll have to go back and correct your previous actions.  I'm just sayin'…

    The first week in October found me in Tucson for training at FlightSafety International.  Now, anyone with an interest in aviation knows all about Tucson, home of several sightseeing targets.  I was supposed to come to Tucson in May, but was glad it worked out so I was there in October–the weather was, in a word, perfect.  I also managed to schedule my trip so I arrived with a day to spare.  Why?  One word.  Pima.  The Pima Air and Space Museum is one of the only places in the world where one can see such aircraft as the Budd Conestoga, Boeing XC-14, Curtiss O-52 Owl, and more.  Most of the museum is open-air, as the rainfall totals in Tucson are low and the soil is slightly alkaline, which keeps corrosion down.  The only thing that they have that is detrimental is sunshine, and plenty of it. 

    I went that Sunday and within an hour had killed the battery on my digicam (note to self–you said you needed a spare, take the hint!).  Still, I wandered the museum grounds and saw everything I could.  They've done a remarkable job at preserving many airplanes that are one-of-a-kind now.  Where else are you going to find a restored B-29 indoors, with a full gallery of other airplanes–including a Nakajima Ki-43–and memorabilia?  There are tons of history there, and I took lots of pictures both that Sunday and later in the week (I had to go back and get some of the pics I didn't get on Sunday–call me crazy, but…), and once I can get them all sorted and titled I'll post some of them here…

    Later that week, class was dismissed early.  So, I had choices–if I hurried, the last tour of AMARG (the boneyard at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base) would be just leaving when I arrived back at Pima.  Knowing that I'd have to break most land speed records to do so, I decided instead to head down to Green Valley and check out the Titan Missile Museum.  I knew that the museum existed, but I wasn't sure how they ran the tours–since 99% of the museum is underground, I was certain that you weren't allowed just to wander.  I was correct.  They take you into a room and show a short video, then a guide takes you down to the control room.  There you're told how the whole deal worked, how it was constructed, and you then went through a simulated launch.  Eerie.  Really.  Anyone who grew up under the threat of "The Red Menace" knows what MAD meant, and here you saw it up close.  One thing the guide does emphasize is that had these missiles been fired, it meant that Moscow had fired theirs first.  And, in the end, all of our destruction would be assured.  They also emphasize that these missiles did exactly what they were supposed to–make our enemy think twice before he launched his…

    You get to then walk to the actual silo and see a Titan missile.  After that, you head topside and are allowed to wander the grounds.  Here's some trivia for you:  movie-goers with an interest in the Star Trek franchise have seen this museum and this missile.  It plays a role in Star Trek: First Contact, it is the boost vehicle for Efrem Cochrane's warp drive test flight…

    I never did have time to do the AMARG tour, but on the way back from the Titan museum, I did make the re-visit to Pima.  After I left Pima, I still had daylight left, so I took a cruise around the perimeter of D-MAFB, and did manage to see some of their cocooned airplanes.  On one lot, it was wall-to-wall C-130's, on another it was C-135 variants as far as the eye could see.  Amazing.  You don't realize how many of these airplanes have been built until you see them all in one place like this.  I will be back–with my wife–and we will do the AMARG tour next time. 

    With my re-born interest in aviation museums running strong, a few weeks later we took a trip back to the Carolinas Aviation Museum in Charlotte.  We had been there when everything was in their old location, so we would get to not only see their new digs, but we would also get to see Cactus 1549, the USAirways Airbus that ditched in the Hudson.  We were fortunate in that a passenger on the flight was there, and he recounted his memory of that day.  I must say, the first several times he did that must have been both difficult and therapeutic.  He gave a very interesting talk, and he answered questions afterward.  You can read "Miracle on the Hudson" all you want, but until you see the airplane and hear the stories, you don't get the full impact…

    Things pretty much had settled down by last week, but a late trip to Dallas led me to the Frontiers of Flight museum at Love Field.  I had noticed the museum a few times when we were there last year, but we never had time to stop in (plus, my boss and colleagues don't have the same interest in history as I–they all tell me that they "see enough airplanes every day, why look at them when you're not required to?"  The poor devils.  They'll never understand.).  I found it to be a very well run museum.  One side contains most of the historic stuff–including a large amount of Chance Vought equipment and one of the only two surviving LearAvia Lear Fans–and the other end is a tribute to Herb Kelleher and Southwest Airlines.  I was especially interested in this one for three items:  the Apollo 7 Command Module is housed and displayed there, next to the prototype Vought V-173 "Flying Pancake", and tucked in the corner behind them is a  Regulus II missile.  I was overjoyed at the Braniff exhibit, too…

    Since my visit, I have become a member of the Arizona Aviation Foundation, and am contemplating membership at our "home" museum in Charlotte–and a few others, too.  If it helps them in any way preserve these historic craft, I'm all for it.  If you live near one of these places, visit.  Help out, if you can.  Donate, too, if you are able.  Let your kids and grandkids see these same artifacts…

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    The past few months have been a little bit weird, and a bit trying at
    times.  In the end, though, I have a lot to be thankful for…

    We had a bit of a family crisis in early September–my mother fell and
    nobody knew about it for several days.  A long story short, she's doing
    well now, but that added a week of travel that I hadn't scheduled. 
    Fortunately, the week after she had her accident, my brother and
    sister-in-law went to be with her and start getting things back in
    order.  It had become apparent that it was also time to get her
    somewhere where she would be close to health care professionals in case
    she had another accident, so they got the ball rolling on that.  I went down there the week after I returned from Tucson to get the rest done.  She's in her new place and doing fine, but there were more than a few stressful moments along the way.

    And, to add to the stress of the holidays, I was in an auto accident Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  It was a mild doozy, too, with seven vehicles involved.  It could have been much worse than it turned out, though–only three people were transported to the hospital, and we were told all of them would be okay.  That being said, I think my little truck is at the end of the road.  It still runs fine, and the damage is mostly twisted sheet metal, but I fear that my 13-year old Tacoma with 375,000 miles under its wheels will costs more to repair than what the book value is.  I was looking for a new commuter vehicle anyway (and I already talked about it a little), but this makes that more of a necessity than an option.  I will miss my reliable, utilitarian little truck.  This has been the best vehicle I have owned, without a doubt.  I hope to get as much satisfaction from my next one…

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

  • Miscellany for a lazy day

    Howdy, y'all!

    Yep, I'm back…need I tell you that I've been busy and life has become hectic yet again?

    So, what does one do when one needs to make a post to let everyone know one is still alive?  Well, let's start with another one of those *$m@ airplane stories…this time, I'm going to tell you about my brief acquaintance with Douglas AD-4NA, U. S. Navy Bureau Number (BuNo)126882, N91945, replete (at the time) in VA-176 "Papoose Flight" colors…

    If you were an airplane geek and lived anywhere in the coastal region of Central Florida in the 1980's, you knew of two important facts:  The Valiant Air Command had formed in Titusville and had airshows every Spring, and a man named Harry Doan was a Colonel in the organization.  I first learned of both when, driving around Daytona Beach, I spied a large, fenced lot off Big Tree Lane–and contained within that large, fenced lot were carcasses of H-34's.  Lots of H-34's.  The sign on the fence said "Valiant Air Command–Big Tree Division".  The man who owned the lot was, of course, Harry Doan, and Harry had a helicopter service–hence the many H-34's, I believe he used them for spare parts.  I never got to meet Harry, so I have to go on what I was told at the time.  His main facility was at the New Smyrna Beach airport, and along with said helicopter service, he also re-built and flew warbirds.  The first of Harry's airplanes I ever saw was a Hawker Sea Fury–but he didn't call it that.  His was a "SkyFury".  See, Harry knew that the original Bristol Centaurus sleeve-valve radial engine was A: temperamental and 2: hard to source parts for.  So, being the wily old airplane guy he was, he removed the Centaurus and installed a Wright R-3350 he had removed from a Douglas AD Skyraider.  They were about the same size and weight, so I guess the swap was fairly straightforward.  I saw the airplane fly at several airshows, and it was quite a sight.  Later on (2006), I got to see an honest-to-goodness Sea Fury fly, too, and the sensory experience was day to night different–the 3350 sounds like many U. S. built radials, it has a distinct sound.  Well, so does the Centaurus…

    Anyway, back to the story at hand…after I had graduates from The Harvard of the Sky, I went to work in Ft. Lauderdale.  My roommate had graduated the semester after I had, and he went to work for the space program and had also started to do some work for the VAC.  He reminded me of the airshow, and I would go every year to watch the hardware take flight, and to see what he was working on at that particular time (the first airplane he worked was a total rebuild of an F4U Corsair that would be assembled from at least two wrecks–a -4 and a -7–and many more fabricated parts and to the best of my knowledge was never finished; the last one I knew he was working on was an Avro Anson that I believe still sits in the VAC hangar/museum, also waiting to be restored to this day).  It was an annual ritual, of sorts–I'd drive up on Friday, we'd go to the show on Saturday, and I'd be home by Sunday afternoon.

    The 1992 VAC Warbird Airshow started nicely enough, and it looked like we'd get to see some unusual hardware take flight–someone had brought a fairly freshly restored Canadair Sabre (a Canadian built F-86F), a group known as "The Georgia Boys" had not only a T-37, but also a C-119, a group of folks had rescued a C-123 from Customs impound in Ft. Lauderdale and had it ready to fly, and Harry had his Skyraider there.  Our friend Bill Noriega was on the Air Boss scaffold, as he was every year.  We walked the flight line, looked at the airplanes on display, then moved over to the viewing area.  We stuck close to Bill, since he could tell us what was up next.

    A group of T-6's and T-28's did their thing overhead.  At the same time, a group of airplanes–including the Skyraider, but I can't recall to this day what else was with it–waited their turn and the Sabre was in the process of spooling up, too.  As the Texans and Trojans landed, the next group took flight.  They marked time as the previous airplanes landed and as the Sabre took off.  Once the runway was clear, the Skyraider led their flight over show center.  They zoomed and looped overhead until their time came to return to the Earth.  As the Sabre took center stage, we noted a huge could of dust at the departure end of the runway.  We looked up the tower to Bill, and he told us to hang close–something had happened to the AD, and he wasn't sure what.  As the Sabre wheeled in the blue sky, something darker was beginning to unfold…

    At the time, few were aware of what happened, but they knew something was going on when the next group of airplanes to fly sat in the display area, idling.  After a few minutes, they were told to shut down.  At that moment the airshow effectively ended.  The Sabre landed on the intersecting runway, taxied to a taxiway across the airport, and shut down.

    Bill tossed a hand-held radio to us and told up to stay on frequency–he had requested the Fire Rescue squad to go take care of the situation.  We were told that the Skyraider landed hot and long, and had flipped on it's back when it overran the runway threshold and hit a sand berm.  We did as we were told–we listened and waited.  Word slowly got back to us that yes, the airplane was upside-down.  Then we got word that they were trying to get Harry out.  Finally, we got the word that Harry had died.  (The accident was noted by the Daytona Beach News-Journal on the following Tuesday–scroll to page 21 of this link…)

    The next morning, Bill and a few of us went to the end of the runway to get the airplane upright and to the VAC hangar.  That was a trip I never really want to take again…

    Aviation is a small world.  Several years later, I got to actually work on the same airplane when Denny Sherman of Sherman Aircraft Sales brought it to us for an intercom installation.  I looked it over, and couldn't believe it was the same airplane.  I later gave Denny a model in the same markings that I had built from a Monogram kit earlier that year, a model I built to honor Harry, a man I never knew but wished I had.  Men like that have colorful histories, and more of them are leaving us every day.

    Bill Noriega is also gone, from lung cancer.  He passed about ten years ago, and I recall with great amusement those times when a group of us would descend uopn the Who-Song and Larry's Ft. Lauderdale location, where the server was told "Give us a couple orders of shrimp stuffed hollowpenises (Bill's phrase for jalapeños) and a couple buckets of beers.  We'll let you know when we're ready for seconds…"

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    Speaking of colorful men who are no longer with us, my uncle, a WWII Marine who saw action on Okinawa, left us last week.  I build a few models for him about ten years ago:

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    A Tamiya 1/48 scale F4U-1D.  Uncle Ted would tell me stories about his ride in a Corsair–he sat in the seat pan and the pilot sat on his lap…

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    An Accurate Miniatures 1/48 scale SBD-5 Dauntless.  Uncle Ted rode in the back set of these many times, but not as aircrew.  He'd go on short hops just to ride…

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    And, finally, an Accurate Miniatures 1/48 scale TBM-3 Avenger, just because.  The Avenger and Corsair bases are scratchbuilt carrier decks made from basswood and plastic strips.  The Dauntless base is HO scale ballast painted to depict a crushed coral parking area.  Pardon the quality, these photos were taken ten years or so ago with equipment of the era…

    Uncle Ted, we miss you already, but we know you're home again.  Semper Fi!

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    As a follow up on an earlier airplane story, here are some more leads on Catalina Zero-Four Juliet…

    First, a story by one of the passengers aboard on that last, ill-fated trip.  And, finally, a brief history of the CIA PBY's.

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    As far as plastic goes, I haven't done a whole lot–except acquire kits.  Today's purchase was the 1/35 scale Hobby Boss rendition of the IDF's Merkava IIID.  From what I've read, it compares favorably to the Meng kit of the same subject, and it would appear that Hobby Boss corrected the suspension goof of their Merkava IV.  I also was influenced to buy Italeri's 1/35 Carro Armato M13/40 Italian medium tank–our fearless leader at the AMPS Chapter is busily kitbashing a proper M13/40 with the Italeri kit (which is actually a pretty accurate M14/41) and Tamiya's M13/40 (which, he tells me, isn't the most dimensionally accurate thing out there).  I'm slowly plugging away on the StuG IV as well, so as I get spare time, I should be able to complete another kit or three.  It seems that I'll go for weeks without touching plastic to weeks where I'm popping them out in quick succession.  Maybe that stems from my pledge to clear the backlog before I start anything new…

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and as always, I bid you Peace.

     

  • Where were you in October, 1962?

    Seeing as that was two years before I came to be, needless to say, I wasn't around to witness the Cuban Missile Crisis. 

    Most of you know the story–Fidel Castro was the Western Hemisphere's leading Communist dictator, tensions were high between the US and USSR, and the minds in charge in the Politburo decided to send ballistic missiles to Cuba.  By the middle of October of 1962, President Kennedy was notified that several launch sites were under construction–photographs courtesy of the U. S. Air Force's U-2's and the U. S. Navy's RF-8 Crusaders.  Some tense moments, indeed, as the world was ratcheted that much closer to all out nuclear confrontation…

    I'm told by friends who were around at the time in Florida that it got, well, interesting for a while.  McCoy Air Force Base (now Orlando International Airport) hosted various units–U-2's, fighter interceptors, and bombers.  Homestead Air Force base was said to have been loaded with various fighter and fighter-bomber squadrons.  They also were putting up more than a few U. S. Army units and their equipment–just in case we had to invade, the Department of Defense sent them to South Florida.

    One of the more interesting facets of the whole event–to me, at least–were the various missile units that were established at various points of the South Florida map.  These missiles were a mix, usually Hawk Surface-to-Air and various members of the Nike family (usually Nike-Hercules) Surface-to-air missiles.  These missiles were placed to shoot down aerial invaders from the South–and at the time, the hopes were high that the systems actually worked!  There were at least nine Nike bases and at least that many Hawk batteries.  Even after the Crisis had passed, these missile sites were improved and consolidated. 

    So, what has become of the old sites?  Well, most of them stayed manned until the late 1970's, the last of them closing in 1979.  The Hawk batteries in the Florida Keys were mostly left ot be reclaimed by the wilderness, such as it is.  Here's one example from Key Largo–the Nike missile site there was closed and the equipment removed, and now has been largely eaten by the native flora.  A better known example would be the site known as HM-69–it is located in an area in the Everglades known as "The Hole in the Doughnut", and was recently opened to tours.  And yet another location (HM-95) was deactivated as a missile site and the launch facility was adapted to be an Immigrations detention center–South Floridians know it well as the Krome Avenue Detention Center.

    As for the numerous Hawk batteries, they, too, were shut down in the late 1970's, and those sites were also left to blend back into the scenery.  There was one in Key West that is documented, and then there is this one, just East of the Homestead-Miami Motor Speedway.  It is currently–apparently–being used as a daycare center for the nearby Turkey Point Nuclear Power plant.  Now, I don't know if that truly qualifies as irony, but it must come damn close to it.

    So, being the history nerd, model builder guy, and South Floridian at heart that I am, I was geeked when Revell reissued their Nike-Hercules and Hawk Missile kits that date back to the Stone Age of styrene.  Of course, I just *had* to have them–and I'll tell you what, I might buy more as I see them.  While I might not build a 1/40th-ish diorama of HM-69, the possibility *is* there…

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.