Wednesday, December 04, 2013

One of the more unusual aspects of my life has been death. Everyone faces that aspect. However, some things are peculiar to me, or so I assume not having discussed those peculiarities with others.

One of the most disturbing things manifested itself while serving with the military in Springfield, Mass.

I watched an F-86 depart the runway and, regardless of the shape of that aircraft, this particular take-off saw the aircraft as the wheels came inboard take the shape, in my eyes of an arrow head.

Members of my group served as thelat recovery unit at the crash scene some fifteen miles out on the center line of the runway. The tales of some told with some horror were standard for the pilot being in the aircraft on impact.

That curious aspect of my eyeing aircraft on take-off happened again concerning a Moony aircraft from the aeroclub stable in Great Falls, Mont., later in my career. That time four persons from my unit lost their lives against the mountains of the Bob Marshall Wilderness. .

The wreckage was not found until the following year, by a deer hunter, and reported. The bones were recovered.

During service in a war zone events of aircraft loss, while expected, not appreciated, are expected, therefore those incidents of aircraft taking an arrowhead form were of note, but not notably of concern.

I did see two or three incident of the event in Alaska. The more curious of those being one immediately after beginning as a flight instructor in Anchorage. I was watching float planes land at the airport when I observed a Cessna 310 take-off and perform my now familiar harbinger of foresight.

The Cessna failed to make Fairbanks with three PAX. It’s location is still unknown as search failed to find it within a reasonable time frame following the disappearance.

Later, when I’d worked as a Part 135 pilot in Western Alaska, I observed the phenomenon again.

I do not, assuredly, take pleasure in watching aircraft take-off.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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