DaveGriffin said:Andy;
I know we are all thankful that you and the 'reduce risk at all costs' AF Puke decision making process was not the prevailing mentality when we were engaged in critical but dangerous endeavors such as the development of Naval Carrier capabilities pre-WWII, the Apollo space program or any time we have had to make difficult decisions knowing that there was a chance that some of our guys/gals might not come back.
That's why your great and revered Hog drivers have been all but been abandoned by the AF, CAS is too dirty and too dangerous. That's why the weak-sister air superiority guys who run the AF don't like getting below 10,000 AGL, when things get a little too dicey for them.
Dave, I don't make up stories of being a Navy Seal with multiple carrier landings. I know what I've done in my flying career, and while it may be mundane to those that really (not made up) have fighter time, nonetheless, I am proud of what I've done. You, on the other hand, must have such a miserable life that you have to make up stories.
I don't for a minute think that an ex-Navy Seal or Carrier Qual'd Pilot would berate others in the manner that you do.
As for getting below 10K ft, been there, done that. I used to love flying low levels on the Rio Grande. As a T-38IP, I can recall (not a made up DaveGriffin story) flying ballz to the wall with another IP through a canyon where we could feel the vibration of the engines bouncing off of the floor. Bert, if you're out there, PM me. Are you going back to UAL when recalled? Your time's coming soon - #8033 is around the corner.
Or the time I was flying the Combat Sent on an operation mission off the coast of a very unfriendly country. The tac coordinator called for a spiral dive. My question- bank limitation? His answer- as much as you can handle. 82 degrees later, we were in an idle descent within all aircraft tolerances (top rudder works wonders in controlling airspeed). Passing 10,000, I slowly reduced bank angle so that we were wings level at 2000 ft. I didn't want to scare 'em too bad, but would've loved to take it down another 1500 feet. The next day, my co topped me with 87 degrees; he executed it flawlessly. The tac coordinator never asked for another tactical descent on that deployment. And yes, the co outflew me.
My stories ain't $hit, but they're real. I don't need to make 'em up. I don't read military aviation novels and then in some twisted DaveGriffin manner think that I was there. You need help.