camano gibby
Elite Refuge Member
November 1968.......last day at yankee station on USS Constellation. Getting catapulted off the ship in Grumman C-2 greyhound, on my way to the states to be discharged out of the canoe club.
Boom....... we are off and doing 160 mph in just a few feet. A improperly secured tool box is doing zero mph and going down the center of the plane at 160 mph relative to the plane. It went by about 3 feet from me, then took out 2 aft bulkheads, and severed some hydraulic lines. Hydraulic fluid was spraying all over the compartment and my first thought was " This is it, were going in".
Just by the grace of God the severed lines supplied only the de ice system in the wings. No flight controls were effected. We flew to Cubi Point without further incident.
You have to expect a guy only gets 1 mulligan like that per lifetime.
Boom....... we are off and doing 160 mph in just a few feet. A improperly secured tool box is doing zero mph and going down the center of the plane at 160 mph relative to the plane. It went by about 3 feet from me, then took out 2 aft bulkheads, and severed some hydraulic lines. Hydraulic fluid was spraying all over the compartment and my first thought was " This is it, were going in".
Just by the grace of God the severed lines supplied only the de ice system in the wings. No flight controls were effected. We flew to Cubi Point without further incident.
You have to expect a guy only gets 1 mulligan like that per lifetime.
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