Showing posts with label Chinook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinook. Show all posts

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Remember & honor the US Navy SEALS who died in the line of duty...You can sleep easy because they gave their all for you & me

BRAVO ZULU to the US NAVY SEALS and our deepest condolences to the families of these splendid warriors. They were together with their " brothers " and valued K-9 companion. Now they are forever in our prayers.


Don't forget to honor the Navy SEALS who died in the line of duty
Michael Daly - NY DAILY NEWS


If you went to Ground Zero or Times Square or anywhere else to cheer and chant "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" after Navy SEAL Team Six brought justice to Osama Bin Laden, go back there Sunday.

Go back and offer a moment of silence for the 22 men from SEAL Team Six and all the others aboard the helicopter that was shot down in Afghanistan yesterday.

SEAL Team Six is divided into four squadrons and the one aboard the helicopter was not the one that actually got Bin Laden, but it had long been part of the effort to track him down.

And, like the rest of the SEALs, they had continued to put themselves in harm's way after the crowds that chanted "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" dispersed and went back to acting as if there were no war. The SEALs kept beings SEALs as we walked around as if nobody were risking all for our sake, as if we had no obligation to stand together as a nation behind them.

A dear friend of mine who trained with the SEAL Team Six after 9/11 ran into a member of the ill-fated squadron last month. The SEAL said he was deploying the next day, right after an all-important event.

"I'm going to be with my kids," the SEAL told my friend. "We're going to breakfast at McDonald's."

After breakfast with his kids, the SEAL headed off to Afghanistan, where his squadron was about to suffer such a terrible loss. My friend can only hope this particular SEAL was not aboard the helicopter, though that would mean it was someone else.

"You get a little selfish hoping it's not somebody that you know," my friend said.

The thought that so many SEALs had been lost was even harder to take now that Bin Laden was dead and our strategy in Afghanistan seems to be finding a way to extricate ourselves.

"A stopgap thing until we get out of there," my friend said. "It's not worth one of them, nevermind 22 of them, for a place you're going to walk away from."

Not that the SEALs complain or are one step slower in doing whatever is asked of them, no matter how dangerous.

With the loss of 22 SEALs along with eight other Americans and seven Afghan commandos came a reminder; in combat there is sometimes no protection even for the most highly trained and highly skilled warriors.

The bad guys knew when the Chinook helicopter swooped down into an Afghan valley that it would have to rise once those aboard were done. All the Taliban needed to do was wait on a mountainside.

The Chinook rose with a SEAL contingent that likely could have held off thousands of the enemy on the ground. The SEALs could do nothing in the air against an insurgent with a rocket.

"A moment of vulnerability," my friend said.

Among the SEALs were a dog handler and a dog that would remind outsiders of Cujo, but held a special place in the hearts of the squadron.

SEALs have a soft spot for their dogs, perhaps partly because a canine's keen senses can alert them to danger and give them a critical edge. A dog also allows resolutely reticent warriors to express a little affection; you can pet a pooch, if not another SEAL.

Many of the SEALs have a dog stateside. To take one on a mission may be like bringing along something of home. And home likely has taken on even deeper meaning as the long years of this war convinced ever more SEALs that they could not wait for it to end before starting a family. The tragedy is almost certainly compounded by children suddenly left without fathers.

With the loss of so many of our best warriors, we should honor them with a pledge to follow what is best in ourselves and therefore best for our country.

And, don't forget the ones that have remained out there long after those chants of "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!"

mdaly@nydailynews.com

Saturday, April 30, 2011

FOB HOPPING 101



FOB HOPPING is the process of getting from point "A" to Point "B" here in Afghanistan by helicopter. It can be both tedious and exciting....most of it depends on what happens along the way.....I've done quite a bit of this while in Afghanistan and it never goes exactly the way you anticipate.

I got tossed around by prop wash one time when I was getting off a helicopter in Herat but that is a different story....


The latest version of this occurred over the last few days...the typical delays occurred - show time was 1500 - then got pushed back to 1900....I waited until evening and then got dropped off at the PAX terminal where you and the others who are lucky enough to be going through this process wait.


Soon we knew this was not going to be a good time because the flight time got pushed back several times from 1900 hrs to 2100 to 2300 and then ultimately until 0130...the whole time you are waiting in a room that has a large TV playing the crappiest programs imaginable (AFN - Armed Forces Network)...the programs are the worst situation comedies, commercials talking about basic military info and other public service announcements. Imagine TV so bad it would cause small animals to go into seizures....yes, it is that bad.

Finally, we get the word that we need to grab our gear and line up for our flight at 0130, flying out at 0215. When we get outside, we line up by location, and mine is the last one they will get to, which means I get to get on first...consequently, we will get to go to all the other locations before we get to our place.....I find out that means we will make 8 other spots....I am not a happy camper.

We get on board take our seats and the two side gunners are there suited up for winter....it is at that point that I realize we will be flying through the mountains with the windows open so we can defend ourselves if we get attacked. The air gets pretty cold at altitude and I only have a light jacket on. If you would like to replicate this experience, try tooling down the highway sometime in the winter with both your windows wide open and you'll get an idea on what the next three hours will feel like.....part of the fun is that it took three hours to get from point " A" to "B" on this journey.... Brrrrrrr.

During the course of the trip, we had to refuel, so they ask all of us to get out while they do so.....we step out of the helicopter and walk over to the side of the LZ....it is pitch black out, there is a very small crescent moon and other than that, the entire world beyond where we are is pitch black....no lights, no walls, no idea of where we are or if there is a base there.....we are in the middle of no man's land....it was creepy as I had no idea if it was a good place to be or not...a few of the soldiers had their weapons ready so I stood by and waited. the refueling was done and we got aboard.

Finally we get to the last place, where I needed to get off. By now, the sun is coming up, the base is there and me and one other guy depart the helicopter. They take off and we call our POC. He comes over and escorts us to the basic qtrs. where we can plot our stuff down. I am exhausted as I had no sleep at all. I get in to the place, and basically try to climb into my rack for a few hours of sleep before the day begins....30 minutes later, the other guys who share the place turn on the lights and start their day...wonderful. I try to get an hour's sleep but it is useless. Tired but now also hungry, I get up and make my way to the showers to see if that will help....just another fun day of " FOB HOPPING" in Afghanistan...

Next time someone tries to tell me about how bad their commute is back home, I will have a story to tell them about what that same process involves over here....FOB Hopping....just another part of the fun and frolics here in Afghanistan. We are glad to have the soldiers and those who keep us safe while we travel in this dangerous place....The guy who said, " Getting there is half the fun.." obviously never participated in FOB Hopping.

Friday, December 10, 2010

VIDEO of the actual mission - "Chaps, I think I've been hit - but I'm OK." - BRIT PILOT COOL UNDER FIRE




In October, I had posted the story of the RAF Pilot that took a hit to the head from the Taliban and managed to land the Chinook Helicopter he was flying....Bloody Brilliant - He was part of the crew based out of Camp Bastion, right next door to my old home-away-from-home, Camp Leatherneck in Helmand Province, Afghanistan

Here is the link to the story I posted - see the actual video above....good show - Brilliant !

http://usnavyjeep.blogspot.com/2010/10/chaps-i-think-ive-been-hit-but-im-ok.html

Saturday, October 16, 2010

"Chaps, I think I've been hit - but I'm OK." - BRIT PILOT COOL UNDER FIRE


The casual reader of this blog will catch that I am a huge fan of the Brits....They are and continue to be our best Allies against the dark forces around the world..... I hung out at Camp Bastion with the Brits which was right next to Camp Leatherneck and always enjoyed the interaction between the Brits & US forces.

Here is a story about the stuff our British Comrades-in-Arms are made of - A British Helicopter Pilot takes a shot to the face and still manages to bring his Chinook back safely on a Medivac rescue Mission.


Jolly Good Show. Brilliant stuff. Brilliant.


Chaps, I’ve been hit in the face but I’m okay
By DUNCAN LARCOMBE
Defence Editor UKSUN

Published: 05 Jun 2010

A HERO helicopter pilot has told how he flew six badly-injured soldiers to safety in Afghanistan after he was shot in the HEAD while at the controls.


The last of TEN bullets to hit his aircraft slammed through the windscreen and into Flight Lieutenant Ian Fortune's helmet.

He recalled how - as blood streamed down his face - he told the crew: "Chaps, I think I've just been hit but I'm OK."

The round struck a steel fitting on his headgear and ripped through the top of it shattering two visors before embedding itself in the cockpit wall.

Flt Lt Fortune's face was peppered with bullet fragments and a shard of twisted Perspex gouged a two-inch wound in his left cheek. But he bravely nursed his badly-damaged Chinook back to base.

The helicopter - with 17 on board - was hit by a burst of automatic fire.

Flt Lt Fortune, 28, of Kingston, Surrey said: "It felt as if I had been hit in the face with a plank.

"I opened my eyes to see big cracks across my visor. I could smell burning. There was blood splattered on my visor.

"Then I saw a bullet hole in the windscreen.

"I glanced into the cockpit mirror and saw the state of my helmet with blood pouring down my face. I checked myself out and realised I was fine."

He and his crew picked up six wounded and one soldier killed in a 14-hour firefight near Nad-e Ali in Helmand Province.

After flying back to Camp Bastion, Flt Lt Fortune required 12 stitches in his face. But he was back flying missions within two days.

He is now home but will return to Afghanistan in October.

WATCH video of the mission here -


http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/campaigns/our_boys/3181045/Flight-Lieutenant-Ian-Fortune-tells-passengers-hes-been-shot-in-the-head.html