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Rescue Mission

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14 Apr 99

I managed to break away from the daily grind of computerizing, writing reports, and doing all the stuff we "paperpushers" do, and head to church for 1830 Bible study. Afterwards, I got a chance to speak with one of our pilots Capt Nate "Rip" Smith, and told him I’d love to hear any war story that he might have. One that came to mind for him instantaneously was the downed F117, and how angry he was to hear that it had happened, and how he so badly wanted to do something, and how helpless he felt not knowing what was going on with the rescue efforts. I could see the expressions on his face, and could readily empathize with him. He was even more upset that he had gotten into a motorcycle accident a few days prior to our conversation, and had broken his thumb (I believe this may be where he got the name "Rip"), therefore, he is unable to fly for a few weeks. No matter what the Chaplain said to him to ease his distress about not being able to fly right now, he just didn’t want to hear it…his final words were "This is what I’ve trained to do…to fly in combat…and now I can’t because of this thing (raises his casted arm which is dawned in purple – our squadron color)". I can only imagine how he must feel…all of his comrades, the guys that he trains with day in and day out for combat, are out there fighting a war without him.

You’d have to know a pilot, or be a pilot to really understand the camaraderie that exist between them…they trust each other blindly, without question. I have to tell you a little story about Rip that is non-combat related, but gives you a sense of the unity between pilots. My Boss gave a Christmas party at his house, and from there, everyone headed to the big squadron party at a restaurant about 20 minutes out. I asked Rip if I could ride with him…sure he says. Neither of us had directions, so we were following Shlem (who kind of knew where to go, but not really). We got to a point and wasn’t sure of which way to go, Rip and Shlem stop and discuss directions…while they’re discussing, a load (about 6 or 7) of AFI plated vehicles pass us headed for the party. I said ‘I think we should just follow them’…Rip says, "no, I’m following Shlem…he’s not sure, but he thinks it’s this way…I trust my fellow pilot…I’d follow him anywhere." Sure enough, we followed Shlem; got to the party, a few minutes later the load of cars we’d seen headed in the other direction all pulled up. This is just an example of Rip’s dedication and trust he has with his aviator comrades…I can understand why he’s upset about not being able to fly in the war right now. Well, on with his story.

"This is my first time in combat, and I was on my second mission. I got to work and didn’t know that an F117 (The Stealth) had been shot down, and was wondering why the strike package had been canceled. I walked into the mission planning room and saw Digger and Tug and asked them "what are you guys doin’, weren’t you supposed to be on a strike mission"? They replied "yeah, an F117 got shot down and we’re seeing how we can help plan for a SAR." They were on alert status for the rescue. I was really angry and upset and just wanted to do something to help. I was flying with O’Malley and I told him that no matter what, while we’re up there, if they need us to go, no matter where they ask us to go, we’re just gonna go, no matter where. I didn’t know at the time, but the SAR package had already launched.

We were stepping early so we could spend time talking to the crew chief, and the crew chief and everyone were concerned about what we could do to help….the patriotism was immense…just the desire to help was so great…everyone just was wanting to know what we could do to help. I believe any one of us would have done just about anything to help. If they were told to put 10 bombs or ten missiles on the plane, they would’ve done it.

So we take off. As I’m checking in with Magic, I hear a Sandy (A-10) call sign, and these guys must have been bingo –10 and they asked for direct snap to Aviano from Serbia, and Magic didn’t ask any questions, and just gave them a Vector and said "cleared, present position, direct Aviano"….that’s almost unheard of. Then shortly after there was a 4-ship of F16 CJs, and they were checkin’ out and they said "we’re as fragged, minus 1 AGM88" (HARM missile).

The whole night I was flying, I was just thinking about the F117 that had been shot down…I was just so angry…I wanted to know what was going on…what could we do…is there something we could do…where is this guy at? Each time I’d land on a refueling tanker, I’d hook up to the boom and talk to the boomer and crew asking them if they had any info on the 117 pilot…if the pilot had been rescued? None of the tankers I hooked up to that night knew anything…they didn’t even know that we had lost a 117.

Later on the F15s didn’t bring enough planes to replace everyone in the CAP, so we had to keep extra Buzzards in the CAP and I asked to stay just in case they needed help with the rescue mission…I just wanted to be there to help, because I knew we were going to do whatever it took. So I asked Gimp if he wanted to stay a little while longer…and he replied "Why not, I have nothing else better to do," so I asked Glib (the CAP commander) with all things being equal, can we stay? But with fuel level and everything, we got sent back.

When I landed that morning, Gimp had already landed a little while before me, I walked up to the crew van and I shake Gimp’s hand to say ‘good mission and stuff’, and he tells me "Oh, by the way, they rescued the 117 pilot." I didn’t know before, but that’s when I realized that that’s what the Sandys were doing out there, and why the CJs had shot a HARM…they were part of the rescue mission. It was just a good feeling…an awesome feeling when I found out he had been rescued."

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