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by tut » Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:39 pm
Air conditioning was achieved by keeping the doors and windows open.........
Its a winch which all our 205's were fitted with. We always carried an Omani crewman, and could be diverted at anytime to pick up a CASEVAC, or sent as top cover if the Jets were on a strike mission. We always covered each other, so that if one went down we were on hand to pick up the pilot, and if we could not land we would winch him out.
Likewise they supported us with rocket and gun fire when we were putting troops in, or picking up dead and wounded.
That must have been an early photo, as after my first encounter with a SAM 7, we fitted an upwards exhaust deflector on the turbine outlet, and fitted four flare rockets on each side. As the missile was I/R seeking, if the ground troops saw the smoke trail from a fired SAM, they would shout SAM, SAM, SAM over the radio, and any high level helicopters would take three actions. Of course you did not know which one it was aimed at, so we all had to act.
1. Release your external load if you had one.
2. Fire off your eight decoy rockets.
3. Try to break the lock by standing the helicopter on its nose and going into a vertical, spiral dive, and getting upto 6,000ft/min rate of descent.
We practised the latter quite a lot, as if you did not get it correct, you risked ripping your main rotor blades off. Probably my worst moment in the seven years was when my Wingman was shot down by a SAM 7B, longer range, which we did not know that they had. We had been diverted from re-supply to give top cover to the Jets who were doing a strike on the Sarfait caves. We were up at 10,000ft and should have been out of range, but then I saw an explosion and flames from Johns aircraft, and he started spiralling down out of control. I went down behind him in case there was any hope, but then saw the second one fired at me. I broke its lock on, but the proximity fuse detonated the warhead, and the shrapnel took out part of the backend and damaged the tail rotor. There was no way that I could have landed, so had to return to base and do a run on landing.
The Adoo got to the crash site before we could put in a recovery, but as our Helicopters were unarmed, they probably treated us differently than they would have a Strikey pilot. Both pilots and the crewman were killed on impact, but they let us go in later and recover their bodies. We all carried "gooley" packs as we called them, a letter in Arabic, 5,000 Rials, and a promise of much more if they returned us to the Sultan unharmed. Surprisingly we never had to test one out, as Pilots were either recovered before the Adoo got to them, or already dead.
You never get over friends being killed like that, but you had to go back to work the next day, so we had our own routine. We did not use cash in the Officers Mess, we had bar books that we settled monthly, very often not much less than our salary. When we lost a pilot, we would hit the bar when we got back, put all the drinks on his barbook for the rest of the night, and then burn it when we had finished. Tears at first, then reminiscing about the good times, then we would all get legless and be late for the next mornings briefing.
Apart from one bullet in the arm, I came through it all unscathed physically, and time is a great healer, so when we get together at our reunions and start singing all the Squadron songs that we composed (that is another storey), we are inclined to remember the good times and not the bad, and drink to absent friends.
tut