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Sep 16 2019

Tales from Nick’s FARRP, Part 4: Helicopters – 1978

The “Tales from Nick’s FARRP” series are a fictionalized version of real events and are dedicated to the memory of friends and classmates from the Class of 1969.

“SO, ROD, WHAT MAKES A HELICOPTER FLY, ANYWAY?”

I was talking with some regulars at the bar I had recently inherited from my late Uncle Nick.  It’s known locally as “the FAARP,” some sort of Army aviation term.  Just outside Fort Bragg, the FARRP is a hang-out for off-duty paratroopers and aviators, all Vietnam combat veterans who tell some crazy stories.  Since I know nothing about the Army, these guys must get tired of my questions.  Chief Warrant Officer Rod Jordan is an old-timer, a flight school classmate and for years a super buddy of my Uncle Nick, who has taken me under his wing since I arrived here in Fayetteville, NC.

“Well, New Guy, it’s really pretty simple,” Chief Rod replied to my question.  “You surely know that a helicopter has an engine, right?”

“Of course,” I said.  “I may not know much about the Army, but I’m not a total idiot.”

“Well,” he went on.  “Maybe you didn’t know that the engine has a very important purpose.  Its job is to make lots and lots of noise and vibration.  Because the earth doesn’t like noise or vibration at all.  So when the helicopter engine makes enough noise and vibration, the earth can’t stand it anymore, and it tells the helicopter to get away.  So the helicopter comes up and starts to fly.  And it keeps on flying as long as the engine makes enough noise and vibration.  But if the engine ever stops, the noise and vibration stop too.  So, the earth says, ‘OK, you can come back now.’  And down the helicopter comes.”

“Dang, Rod!” injected Major Tony Williams.  “Gil was asking a serious question, and you treat him like a child!”

“All right, hot dog.  You are such a smart ass, being a recent graduate of flight school and all.  You tell the lad what you know about it.”

“OK, I will.  Gil, the big rotor on top blows air down. That’s called rotor wash – the wind you feel when you are near a helicopter that is hovering.  The helicopter has a tail rotor, which pushes the tail sideways to keep the aircraft from spinning.  When a helicopter is hovering, it is really balanced on its rotor wash, which is extremely hard work for the aircraft.

“It actually takes more power for a helicopter to hover than it does to fly.  So, the normal way to take off is to lift up to a hover, which ensures you have enough power.  Then very gently you use the control stick to barely tilt the rotor disk forward, which makes the aircraft begin to drift forward, faster and faster.  As the bird gets ten or fifteen knots airspeed, the rotor disk begins to overrun its turbulent downwash and bite into undisturbed air.  When this happens, the effectiveness of the blades increases on the forward part of the rotor disk, so the disk tries to pitch up in front, tipping the bird back into its own turbulence.

“So as soon as you begin to feel the nose pitch up, you tip the rotor forward more, so the whole rotor disk slides completely into undisturbed air.  This is called translational lift.  At this point the helicopter begins to accelerate and climb out.  Usually the power setting for a hover is enough to enable you to climb at cruise speed.  Once you get to your intended altitude you can reduce power and maintain level cruising airspeed.”

“Wow,” I exclaimed.  “I always thought helicopters took off straight up.”

“Well, they can,” replied Chief Rod, “but it’s pretty dangerous.  It requires pulling in a lot more power, which increases the chances that your engine will quit.  And if that happens, having altitude but no airspeed means most likely you will break the bird when you crash.  And aviators always hate it when that happens.”

“Did you know that it’s possible for a helicopter to take off when there’s not enough power even to pick it up off the ground?” interrupted Major Tony.

“How could that even be possible?” I asked, very puzzled.

“In Vietnam, sometimes the Huey gunships were loaded so heavy with rockets, ammunition and fuel that they could not lift the skids off the ground.  So the technique known as a ‘Charlie-model takeoff’ was developed.  The crew chief and the door gunner would stand beside the loaded aircraft, plugged in to the intercom with long lines.  The pilot would pull in max power until the rotor RPM just began to bleed back, making the aircraft light on its skids.  Then he would ease the rotor disk forward, making the bird slide on its skids.  With the crew chief and door gunner running beside the helicopter, the aircraft would gradually accelerate into the wind.  When it reached translational lift, the helicopter would begin to pick itself up, but the pilot had to hold it just off the ground, staying in ground effect to gain enough airspeed to finally begin a slow climb out.  The crew chief and door gunner running beside the bird had to watch the toes of the skids carefully, because as soon as the skids tipped up they had to jump into the bird, or get left behind.

“If that happened, their intercom cords would unplug.  So, they had to call to the pilot immediately that they were on board, or else he had to abort the takeoff.  Kept those guys in pretty good shape.  It wasn’t a problem landing after the mission, because the birds were always lighter in fuel and ammo.”

“Well,” I concluded, “that makes sense, if you think about it, I guess.”

“But it’s even more complicated than that,” continued Tony.  “When you are flying forward, the rotor blade advancing on the right side of the aircraft has more relative airspeed than the retreating blade on the left.  The faster the helicopter flies, the greater the difference between the airspeed of the blade on the right and the left.  The amount of lift a wing has is related to its airspeed, so the faster you fly the stronger the lift on the right side gets and the weaker the lift on the left side.”

Captain Kenny Wayne broke in.  “Hey, maybe that explains why it’s so dangerous to parachute from the left door of a helicopter.  I’ve made a bunch of chopper blasts, but always from the right door.  Early on I watched a jumper ahead of me going out the left door of a Huey get caught in the turbulence, so his parachute static line got snarled in the skids of the helicopter.  He was hanging helpless, face down under the bird.

“Since it was impossible for anyone to climb outside and try to free him, they had to fly the helicopter back for landing at a high hover, while people on the ground got him untied.  If he had come loose from the skids while the descending helicopter was below 300 feet, there wouldn’t have been enough altitude for his parachute to open.  In that case, he would have splatted into a giant pizza on the drop zone.  So my personal rule is:  Never jump the left door.”

“Thank you very much for that extraordinarily superb insight, Kenny,” Tony resumed explaining.  “As I was saying, the helicopter would flip over if it didn’t reduce the right-side lift and increase the left-side lift.  The aircraft does that by flattening the pitch angle on the rotor blade advancing on the right side and increasing the pitch on the left side to keep the lift balanced.

Take a Look Inside a Helicopter

“Just one problem though.  The blade on the left side already has less relative airspeed, and when you increase the pitch angle as the airspeed decreases, eventually you reach the point where the airflow across the top of the retreating blade breaks turbulent and you lose lift completely.  That’s called a stall.

“The faster an airplane flies, the better the lift from its wing.  But in a helicopter the faster you fly, the closer you get to ‘retreating blade stall,’ which means the rotor disk violently flips the bird left and back.  That indicates the moment before the simultaneous finale of the flight, the aircraft and all those misfortunate enough to be on board.  Bad news,” Tony concluded.

“Wow!” I exclaimed.  “Sounds like there are a lot of ways to die in a helicopter.”

“That’s not the end of it, young lad,” continued Chief Rod.  “When a helicopter flies slow enough, there is another hazard.  You can lose translational lift, which means the rotor, instead of finding undisturbed air for lift, can wind up in its own turbulence.  That’s called ‘settling with power.’  The sudden loss of lift is indicated by an instantaneous plunge.  If you have enough altitude you can get out of settling with power by nosing the bird forward to get the rotor back into undisturbed air.  But if it happens at low altitude, you will probably break the bird, and likely some of the people on board.  We always hate it when that happens.”

Tony interrupted Rod.  “In flight school they taught us a lot of simple rules which it really pays to remember.  For one, crashes normally only happen at or near the ground.  For another, it is always a good idea, before you take off, to have a plan for where you intend to land.”

“Gee,” I said.  “No wonder people are scared of flying in helicopters.  Too many ways to die.”

“Yeah,” Rod replied, “you could say that about a lot of things.  But helicopters are way safer than fixed wing planes, as far as I am concerned.  I’m a rated instructor in all of them, but airplanes scare the hell out of me.  Not enough moving parts for my taste.  Tony, what’s the very first rule they taught you in flight school?”

“That’s easy,” Tony replied.  “The engine is mandatory for takeoff, optional for landing.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, astonished.

“It means, my fine young friend,” replied Chief Rod, “that your engine can quit on you any time it feels like, and probably will chose to do so at the very worst moment possible.”

“Well, doesn’t that mean your helicopter will crash when it does?” I asked.

“Quite the contrary, lad,” replied Rod.  “The beauty of the helicopter is that, as long as the rotor is turning and you still have controls over it, you should be able to bring the bird down and walk away from it.  We call it autorotation.  You may be coming down pretty steeply, compared to the glide in an airplane, but you can still fly the bird.  If you have already selected a fairly clear and level spot to land in, there is enough energy in the momentum of the spinning rotor to cushion your touchdown to the point that you should be able to walk away.”

“But how can you find a clear and level spot after the engine quits?  What if there isn’t any close by?” I asked.

“Remember I told you the engine is guaranteed to quit on you?  You should never be surprised when it does, because you are always picking out safe landing areas all the time you are flying.  Tony, what always happens every time you fly with someone who is instructor-rated?”

“They’re going to chop the throttle on you, sending you into autorotation.  At least once, every flight, guaranteed.  After a while you learn to fly expecting the engine to quit at any time, so it’s never a surprise.  You get to where you can do an autorotation in your sleep.”

“Now, New Guy,” Chief Rod concluded.  “How did I originally answer your question about how a helicopter flies?”

“The engine makes noise and vibration that the earth hates.  So, when the engine quits, that’s what you meant.  Down it comes.  Actually, I guess, that seems like a pretty good explanation after all.”

IN MEMORY OF BILL AND TERRY AND EDDIE AND JERRY

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Guy Miller

Sep 16 2019

Tales from Nick’s FARRP, Part 3: CAV – 1978

The “Tales from Nick’s FARRP” series are a fictionalized version of real events and are dedicated to the memory of friends and classmates from the Class of 1969.

“They cashed in their horses for choppers and went tear-assin’

around the Nam looking for the shit.”

~ (Apocalypse Now)

                                                                                                                  

“What is that about, Rod?” I asked, pointing to the large sign hanging over the bar.

__|  IF YOU AIN’T CAV, YOU AIN’T — |

Chief Warrant Officer Rod Jordan, an Army helicopter pilot, had been my Uncle Nick’s best friend ever since they went through Army flight school back when I was little.  After several tours in Vietnam, Uncle Nick got cancer and was medically retired from the Army.  So he opened a bar called Nick’s FAARP in Fayetteville, NC, just outside Fort Bragg.  Last month Uncle Nick died, and, surprise, surprise, (to me anyway) he left me the FAARP.  It was just a couple of weeks ago that I arrived here, and I know nothing about the Army.  I would think all the Army guys here at the bar are getting tired of my questions by now.

“Well, New Guy,” Chief Rod replied, nodding at the sign I had asked about.  “There’s some things you should understand about the guys who come in here.”  (My name is Gil Edwards, but I had figured out by now that “New Guy” was his affectionate term for me.)  “There’s three kinds of troops that think they are God’s gift to the Army.

“First there are paratroopers. These guys believe that by virtue of their undeniable insanity of jumping, voluntarily and repeatedly, from an aircraft while in flight, they are elevated far above the pathetic remainder of humanity.  In fact, they derisively refer to non-airborne personnel as ‘legs,’ frequently preceded by a spitting gesture.”

“Airborne!!” exclaimed Captain Kenny Wayne, who was sitting beside Chief Rod.  When I looked puzzled, he explained, “That is the all-purpose exclamation paratroopers use for approval, agreement, enthusiasm, emphasis or just because they feel like it.  Airborne!!  Look at that,” he said, pointing to a small black embroidered patch on the chest of Rod’s uniform.

Looking closer, I saw a tiny parachute between curled wings.  “That is officially called a novice parachutist’s badge, better known as jump wings.  It takes five jumps in jump school to earn them.  Since Fort Bragg is the home of most of the Army’s airborne units in the world, a lot of the guys in this bar have jump wings, as you can see.  But look there,” he said, indicating the man on the other side of Chief Rod.  “Major Williams there wears senior jump wings.”

I saw that the man I knew as Major Tony had a star over his jump wings.  “That means that Tony has had the honor of serving on jump status for at least 24 months, has at least 30 jumps to his credit, and is a certified Jumpmaster.”

“What Kenny is leading up to,” interrupted Major Tony, “is that he wears the exalted Master Parachutist wings.  You see that his jump wings are topped by a star surrounded by a wreath.  That means Kenny has at least 36 months on jump status and 65 jumps, mostly night combat equipment jumps.  Our Kenny is what is known as a Master Blaster.”

“Getting back to my dissertation,” resumed Chief Rod, “the second category of guys who think they are God’s gift to the Army are aviators.  Despite the proven fact that a chimpanzee can be taught to fly an aircraft, every guy who has ever been entrusted with the operation of Army flying machines is absolutely convinced that he is among an extremely selective and sophisticated elite.  And during the Vietnam era the Army trained over 40,000 of them.

“Looking around this barroom, you see the guys in these green fuzzy uniforms like mine?” Chief Rod went on.  “These are flight suits made of nomex, a supposedly fire-resistant material, which serves as the distinct costume for people on flight status.  The aviator badge is those narrow wings that stick straight out.  Most of the Army’s aviators are warrant officers like me.  But here and there you find commissioned officers, like Major Williams there, who have managed to acquire the ‘additional skill’ of flying.”

Major Tony interrupted Chief Rod again.  “Warrant officers have a special term for us commissioned types who have aviator wings.  They call us ‘RLO’s.”

“What’s that mean?” I inquired, realizing I was asking that question a lot these days, trying to learn about all this Army stuff.

“RLO:  Real Live Officer,” Rod grinned as he jabbed Tony on the arm.

“Gil,” Tony added, “just like jump wings, there are levels of achievement for aviator wings.  You see my aviator wings are plain, because I only had one flying tour in Vietnam and barely got a thousand flight hours.  A star and wreath over the wings means a master aviator like Rod here has thousands of hours, usually multiple tours in combat.  How many flight hours do you have, Rod?”

“Barely six thousand, so far,” Rod replied. “Hey, Peggy, bring me another beer, would you?” he called.  Miss Peggy was my bar manager and guardian angel.  She had been with Uncle Nick ever since he opened the FAARP.

“So, how long have you been flying, Rod?” I asked.

“Well, your Uncle Nick and I, along with Peggy’s late husband Mike, all graduated flight school together back in 1962.  Guess I’m the only one left now.  Which brings me back to what I was telling you about the guys who think they are God’s gift to the Army.

“Since before the days of the Civil War, cavalry troopers have thought they are the finest beings to walk, or rather ride, on this earth.  Genghis Khan, Custer, J.E.B. Stuart and Patton are typical of cavalry troops, always flamboyantly dashing wherever they go.  The job of the cavalry has historically been reconnaissance, to be the Army’s eyes and ears, and to move quickly.  Cavalry means men who fight from their mounts.  Cavalrymen have always thought they are the swiftest, smartest, best-looking warriors in creation.

Mounted Cavalry Troops

“Up until this century their mounts were always horses.  Sixty years ago they traded in their horses for tanks, and thirty years ago they converted to tracked reconnaissance vehicles.  Cavalry units have to be very mobile, but since they usually operate beyond conventional Army forces, they need to have their own firepower and the ability to mess up the bad guys.  So armored cav units, even at the platoon level, contain their scout elements, but also infantry, tanks and indirect fire support.  The Army calls that kind of integrated forces a ‘combined arms team.’  Usually combined arms teams are found at battalion or higher levels, commanded by colonels.  But in armored cav units, brand new lieutenant platoon leaders command them.

“Beginning in Vietnam, air cavalry units were born.  These guys have the same cav mission, but the mounts they fight from are helicopters.

OH-6 (LOH) Huey Flown by the Air Cav

An air cavalry unit, called a ‘troop,’ contains a platoon of helicopter scouts, but they also have their own section of helicopter gunships for fire support, plus their own helicopter-transported infantry platoon, called the ‘blues.’  But the mentality is still the same – all cav troopers look down their noses on everyone else in the Army.

“If that wasn’t enough, in 1964 the Army created an experimental ‘airmobile’ division, which meant some 15,000 infantry troops owned hundreds and hundreds of their own helicopters.  In 1965 the Army deployed this airmobile division to Vietnam, under the colors of the historic First Cavalry Division.  That meant that all nine of its infantry battalions were designated ‘cavalry’ units, plus its organic Air Cavalry squadron.  You see all these guys in here wearing big yellow patches with a horse head on their right shoulder?  That means those troops served in combat in Vietnam with the famous and prestigious First Cav.

Chief Rod paused.  “Now, Gil, exam time.  What did I just tell you?  What are the three kinds of troops I told you are insufferably arrogant?”

“Well,” I replied, realizing this was a check of how much attention I was paying.  “There are paratroopers, and aviators, and cav.  Right?”

Chief Rod nodded, and went on.  “Captain Kenny there is a Master Blaster.  Kenny, what are your cav credentials?”

Kenny Wayne nodded his head.  “I may be an engineer officer now, but before I branch-transferred I was an Armor officer.  I jumped with the world’s only Airborne Armored Cavalry Squadron, the 1st of the 17th Cav in the 82d Airborne Division here at Fort Bragg.  As a platoon leader I had my own scout section using jeeps mounted with machine guns, plus an infantry squad, also in gun jeeps, and an 81mm mortar section, plus Sheridan light tanks, all air-droppable. Over in Vietnam I served in E Troop of the 17th Cav, in the 173d Airborne Brigade.  And after I branch-transferred to engineers I commanded combat engineers in the First Cavalry Division, as well.  So, yeah, I’m Cav.”

“Major Tony,” Chief Rod went on, addressing Tony Williams, “what are your Cav creds?”

“I was airborne as Special Forces my first tour in Vietnam,” Tony replied.  “After I came back, I went to Army flight school, and then flew for my second Vietnam combat tour in 7th Squadron, 17th Cavalry, a composite Air Cav unit.  Plus, on an exchange tour in the Mexican Army, I actually rode horse cavalry.  So I’m Cav, too.”

“Dang, Tony,” I interrupted.  “you’ll have to tell me about the Mexican Army some time.”

“Gil,” resumed Chief Rod.  “You asked me about that big sign over the bar?  It just about sums up the attitude of most everyone in here:  If you ain’t Cav, you ain’t shit!” He motioned with his head.  “So, Gil, look around this bar.  Every single person in here, except for you and Miss Peggy, is at least one of those three categories: airborne, aviator or cavalry.  The FAARP here is one of the few establishments in the world where most of the clientele are a combination of two of those, and quite a few, like Major Tony, me and your late uncle Nick, are all three.  So you probably should be wearing a flak vest when you are here.”

“Why on earth do you say that?  Is there some danger?” I asked in astonishment.

“Yeah, there really is,” replied Chief Rod.  “The egos in the FAARP here are so over-inflated that this whole place could explode at any minute.”

IN MEMORY OF BILL AND TERRY AND EDDIE AND JERRY

 

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Guy Miller

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