SR-71 Blackbird...from a pilot

[awestonvp]

FROM AN SR-71 PILOT.......Very interesting read....




In April 1986, following an attack on American
soldiers in a Berlin disco, President Reagan
ordered the bombing of Muammar Qaddafi's
terrorist camps in Libya .




My duty was to fly over Libya , and take
photographs recording the damage our F-111's
had inflicted.


Qaddafi had established a 'line of death,'
a territorial marking across the Gulf of Sidra ,
swearing to shoot down any intruder, that crossed
the boundary.


On the morning of April 15, I rocketed past the line at 2,125 mph.


I was piloting the SR-71 spy plane, the world's
fastest jet, accompanied by a Marine Major (Walt),
the aircraft's reconnaissance systems officer (RSO).

We had crossed into Libya , and were approaching
our final turn over the bleak desert landscape, when
Walt informed me, that he was receiving missile
launch signals.



I quickly increased our speed, calculating the time
it would take for the weapons, most likely SA-2 and SA-4
surface-to-air missiles, capable of Mach 5 - to reach
our altitude.

I estimated, that we could beat the rocket-powered
missiles to the turn, and stayed our course, betting
our lives on the plane's performance.


After several agonizingly long seconds, we made
the turn and blasted toward the Mediterranean .

'You might want to pull it back,' Walt suggested.

It was then that I noticed I still had the throttles
full forward.

The plane was flying a mile every 1.6 seconds, well
above our Mach 3.2 limit.



It was the fastest we would ever fly.




I pulled the throttles to idle, just south of Sicily ,
but we still overran the refueling tanker, awaiting us
over Gibraltar ...


Scores of significant aircraft have been produced,
in the 100 years of flight, following the achievements
of the Wright brothers, which we celebrate in
December.




Aircraft such as the Boeing 707, the F-86 Sabre Jet,
and the P-51 Mustang, are among the important machines,
that have flown our skies.


But the SR-71, also known as the Blackbird, stands alone
as a significant contributor to Cold War victory, and as the
fastest plane ever, and only 93 Air Force pilots, ever steered
the 'sled,' as we called our aircraft.



The SR-71, was the brainchild of Kelly Johnson,
the famed Lockheed designer, who created the
P-38, the F-104 Starfighter, and the U-2.



After the Soviets shot down Gary Powers U-2 in 1960,
Johnson began to develop an aircraft, that would
fly three miles higher, and five times faster, than
the spy plane, and still be capable of photographing
your license plate.




However, flying at 2,000 mph would create intense heat
on the aircraft's skin.
Lockheed engineers used a titanium alloy, to construct
more than 90 percent of the SR-71, creating special tools,
and manufacturing procedures to hand-build each of the
40 planes.

Special heat-resistant fuel, oil, and hydraulic
fluids, that would function at 85,000 feet, and
higher, also had to be developed.


In 1962, the first Blackbird successfully flew, and
in 1966, the same year I graduated from high school,
the Air Force began flying operational SR-71 missions.

I came to the program in 1983, with a sterling record
and a recommendation from my commander,
completing the weeklong interview, and meeting
Walt, my partner for the next four years.


He would ride four feet behind me, working all the
cameras, radios, and electronic jamming equipment.



I joked, that if we were ever captured, he was the spy,
and I was just the driver.



He told me to keep the pointy end forward.

We trained for a year, flying out of Beale AFB in
California , Kadena Airbase in Okinawa , and RAF
Mildenhall in England .



On a typical training mission, we would take off near

Sacramento, refuel over Nevada, accelerate into Montana,

obtain a high Mach speed over Colorado , turn right over

New Mexico, speed across the Los Angeles Basin, run up

the West Coast, turn right at Seattle , then return to Beale.




Total flight time:- Two Hours and Forty Minutes.

One day, high above Arizona , we were monitoring
the radio traffic, of all the mortal airplanes below us.

First, a Cessna pilot asked the air traffic controllers
to check his ground speed. 'Ninety knots,' ATC replied.

A Bonanza soon made the same request.
'One-twenty on the ground,' was the reply.




To our surprise, a navy F-18 came over the radio, with a
ground speed check.


I knew exactly what he was doing.


Of course, he had a ground speed indicator in his cockpit,

but he wanted to let all the bug-smashers in the valley,

know what real speed was, 'Dusty 52, we show you at 620

on the ground,' ATC responded.

The situation was too ripe.



I heard the click of Walt's mike button in the rear seat.

In his most innocent voice, Walt startled the controller

by asking for a ground speed check from 81,000 feet,

clearly above controlled airspace.

In a cool, professional voice, the controller replied,
'Aspen 20, I show you at 1,982 knots on the ground.'

We did not hear another transmission on that
frequency, all the way to the coast.

< /SPAN>
The Blackbird always showed us something new,
each aircraft possessing its own unique personality.

In time, we realized we were flying a national treasure.




When we taxied out of our revetments for take-off,

people took notice.


Traffic congregated near the airfield fences, because

everyone wanted to see, and hear the mighty SR-71.




You could not be a part of this program, and not come

to love the airplane.


Slowly, she revealed her secrets to us, as we earned

her trust.

One moonless night, while flying a routine training
mission over the Pacific, I wondered what the sky
would look like from 84,000 feet, if the cockpit lighting
were dark.




While heading home on a straight course, I slowly turned

down all of the lighting, reducing the glare and revealing

the night sky.

Within seconds, I turned the lights back up, fearful that the

jet would know, and somehow punish me.




But my desire to see the sky, overruled my caution,

I dimmed the lighting again.




To my amazement, I saw a bright light outside
my window.




As my eyes adjusted to the view, I realized that the

brilliance was the broad expanse of the Milky Way,

now a gleaming stripe across the sky.

Where dark spaces in the sky, had usually existed,

there were now dense clusters, of sparkling stars.




Shooting Stars, flashed across the canvas every
few seconds.




It was like a fireworks display with no sound.

I knew I had to get my eyes back on the instruments,

and reluctantly, I brought my attention back inside.




To my surprise, with the cockpit lighting still off,

I could see every gauge, lit by starlight.




In the plane's mirrors, I could see the eerie shine of
my gold spacesuit, incandescently illuminated, in a
celestial glow.




I stole one last glance out the window.

Despite our speed, we seemed still before the
heavens, humbled in the radiance of a much greater
power.




For those few moments, I felt a part of something far

more significant, than anything we were doing in the plane.




The sharp sound of Walt's voice on the radio, brought me

back to the tasks at hand, as I prepared for our descent.


San Diego Aerospace Museum

The SR-71 was an expensive aircraft to operate.

The most significant cost was tanker support, and
in 1990, confronted with budget cutbacks, the Air
Force retired the SR-71.
The SR-71 served six presidents, protecting America
for a quarter of a century.




Un-be-known to most of the country, the plane flew

over North Vietnam , Red China , North Korea , the

Middle East, South Africa , Cuba , Nicaragua , Iran , Libya ,

and the Falkland Islands .




On a weekly basis, the SR-71, kept watch over every

Soviet Nuclear Submarine, and Mobile Missile Site,

and all of their troop movements.




It was a key factor in winning the Cold War.

I am proud to say, I flew about 500 hours in this
aircraft.




I knew her well.




She gave way to no plane, proudly dragging her

Sonic Boom through enemy backyards, with great impunity.




She defeated every missile, outran every MiG, and always

brought us home.




In the first 100 years of manned flight, no aircraft was more remarkable.
The Blackbird had outrun nearly 4,000 missiles,
not once taking a scratch from enemy fire.

On her final flight, the Blackbird, destined for
the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum ,

sped from Los Angeles to Washington
in 64 Minutes, averaging 2,145 mph, and
setting four speed records.




Mike Folker In God We Trust

[fourmo]

Interesting read, many thanks.

[team_v]

TLDR


F22 Raptor (Starscream) > SR71 imho.

[Dyldo]

good read - great aircraft

[hooba]

Plenty of good SR-71 stuff here including the original story.

sr71 - Jalopnik

[gareth_oau]

I can remember in about 1975, when I was in primary scool, we all had to cut an interesting newspaper acticle out of the paper and bring it ito class to discuss.

mine was on the SR71 blackbird!!!

[GoLfMan]

its a great story that
Cheers for sharing!

[Manaz]

TLDR


F22 Raptor (Starscream) > SR71 imho.

Nah, it'll never be the game breaker that the SR-71 was. There was *nothing* like the SR-71, nothing came remotely close to competing with it (and to be frank, nothing publicly known has yet). Whilst the F-22 is a great plane, filled with wonderful technology, and may well be the best air superiority airframe yet, its competitors would be much closer to it than any competitor of the SR-71 every came to the Blackbird.

If I remember correctly, the skin of the SR-71 leaked fuel during flight, as the fuel was used to keep it cool...

[mk3pete]

good read thanks for sharing

[Speed]

If I remember correctly, the skin of the SR-71 leaked fuel during flight, as the fuel was used to keep it cool...

It leaked fuel whilst on the runway. Gaps closed once it was up in the air.