Friday, April 21, 2006

The 2005 Navy in Review

A good slideshow, without any P-3's though.

Unrelated info on selling more P-3's to foreigners "Lockheed Martin announced in November 2005 that it would reopen the P-3 production line at its facility in Marietta, GA, to build new Orion outer wings as part of a service life extension program for its international customers and potentially the U.S. Navy."

"Potentially," isn't that reassuring.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

P-3 Ditch

[The below article is for historical reference - NOT a current event]

"They Said It Would Never Happen:
A P-3C Ditches with Four Engines Out, All Survive!"
25 March 1995

While going through the P3 FRS, newly winged aviators have always asked the question: "Has a P-3 ever lost all four engines at the same time." The answer was always: "No, it will never happen." Well as Murphy's Law applies, it can - and we did.

While on deployment and after performing an anti-submarine warfare mission with the USS Constellation (CV-64) battle group, which was located 200 miles east of Oman, VP-47 combat aircrew nine was returning to Masirah, Oman.

The flight station crew was composed of LCDR Mark Radice, a lieutenant commander and a former P-3 FRS instructor who had just checked into the squadron

19 days earlier for his second tour; AE 1 Richard White, the flight engineer; and me, a senior lieutenant in the squadron with about 273 aircraft commander hours.

Little did we know that we were about to experience the beginning of what would eventually be one of the worst P-3 mishaps ever. We had just restarted the number one engine, which was loitered on station to conserve fuel, and climbed up to an altitude of 16,000 feet for our transit home. At about

130 miles east of the island of Masirah, Oman, the flight engineer noticed that the number one prop pump warning light on the number four engine was illuminated. I directed the flight engineer to increase the number four power lever, which was the first step of our emergency procedure, and it also ensured that we have a good blade angle.

We then pulled out our NATOPS flight manual commonly referred to as the "Big Blue Sleeping Pill," and read through the remaining steps of our procedure. Having a prop pump light in itself was not a big worry, but it could eventually lead to bigger problems. Approaching 80 miles east of Masirah, the situation worsened. The second prop pump light on the number four engine illuminated and the prop began to overspeed. The crew went through the overspeed procedures, and we determined that the prop was pitch locked.

This malfunction does not occur on a regular basis in the P-3 Orion, so needless to say, the flight crew's concern and heart rate increased as to what would happen to the prop when we fuel chopped the engine during our descent to land. We flew back to the airfield at 16,000 feet and executed a slow, spiraling descent to maintain our number four engines rpm at 100 percent. Not knowing what would happen when we fuel chopped the number four engine, the flight station went through the descent, approach and three engine landing considerations checklists.

Approaching 6,000 feet and nearing the engine's limit power setting, we decided to circle the field one last time, extend out for a good downwind leg and fuel chop the engine in anticipation for our landing. Unfortunately, we would not get to land at the airfield.

Passing 5,600 feet, we heard and felt a tremendous explosion. My co-pilot, who was in the right seat, looked out and saw a huge cloud of black smoke. To his utter dismay, when the smoke cleared, he saw the number four prop missing and the reduction gear box on fire.

LCDR Radice called out to shut down the number four engine and discharge the fire extinguisher.
I was in the left seat, so I was unable to see what was going on.

Trusting his judgment, I concurred with the decision to shut the engine down. The flight engineer shut down the engine and discharged the fire extinguisher. LCDR Radice looked out at the engine and the fire was still raging. AE1

White then discharged the second fire bottle. Unfortunately, the fire kept burning. AE 1 White then called out that the number three engine's rpm was winding down. LCDR Radice looked out at the number three prop and called out that the prop looked bad.

It made sense that during the explosion, the number four engine probably took out the number three engine. We then called out to shut down the number three engine. While the flight engineer was pulling the number three emergency shutdown handle, I simultaneously advanced the number one and number two engine power levers.

Expecting to hear or feel a pitch change in the prop and not getting one, you can imagine my reaction when I looked out and saw both props barely rotating.

Upon seeing this, I looked back inside the flight station to let the rest of the crew in on the secret, but AE1 White beat me to it and called flameout on number one and two engines.

All of the sudden the flight station went dark due to a total electrical power loss. Shaking my head with dismay, "saying you've got to be kidding me," we directed AEI White to pull the hydraulic boost handles and start the auxiliary power unit in order to get electrical power back. At this time we were gust locked, which is the same as when your car's steering column locks up and you can't move it. To say the least, it was not a good feeling.

After the boost handles were pulled, the flight engineer made several attempts to start the APU, but it kept flaming out. At this point things were really looking bad for VP-47's crew. When the boost handles were pulled, the aircraft should have switched from a hydraulic to a mechanical advantage. For some reason, this didn't occur and we were unable to control the aircraft. The aircraft rolled right into a 45-50 degree angle of bank and our airspeed bled off from 260 to 210 knots.

On the flight station we thought that the aircraft was going to stall and roll inverted. What a horrible gut wrenching feeling it was to think that this was going to be the end for everyone. I was their aircraft commander and I as responsible for their well-being. I could not get control of the aircraft and we did not have time to put on our parachutes to bailout.

Even if we would have had time to don our parachutes, the main cabin door was facing the sky, which made bailing out impossible.

Up to this point, the entire evolution from engine explosion had taken about 45 seconds. With my heart pounding from being afraid and wanting to save the rest of the crew, I said a quick prayer. My prayers were answered. The control column went boost out and unlocked. Finally at about 2,500 feet, we were able to control the aircraft. We leveled the wings, then continued in a left hand turn to acquire the airfield.

When I saw the airfield 90 degrees off of our left wing, we were at 2,000 feet and 6-7 miles away from land. A harsh reality set in -- we were going to have to ditch the aircraft.

Having never heard of or seen NATOPS procedures for a no engine, no-flap, boost-out ditch, the we had to use gut instinct. We knew that if we flew too fast, it would be hard to pull the nose up upon water entry. If we flew to slow, the aircraft would stall soon after leveling off above the water.

We maintained our airspeed between 175-180 knots, which gave us a 1,000 fpm rate of descent. At this time, as with all life threatening situations, each crew 7 member's adrenaline system kicked in to its maximum. Fortunately, I had a great set of parents and a high school football coach who was a former Oakland Raider all-pro football player who taught me to never quit and find ways to win.

At about 1,200 feet, we told the rest of the crew to prepare for immediate ditching. At 200 feet approaching water entry, both LCDR Radice and I started pulling back on the yoke. The nose came up nicely.

The two biggest items necessary to perform a successful ditch is to maintain wings level and have a shallow rate of descent. At first, we were able to keep our wings level and get our rate of descent to about 300 feet per minute. At 80 feet, the right wing started rolling as we slowed down.

LCDR Radice recognized the problem, called for left full yoke and the right wing came back up. Upon water entry, we were wings level, had a 200 feet per minute rate of descent and were right at 135 knots. After several skips across the water and fighting to keep the nose of the aircraft up, the plane finally came to rest.

A P-3 ditch can best be described as being similar to a log ride at an amusement park, but with more of a kick in the pants.

The amazement of still being alive with the Orion still afloat caught me off guard, but there was little time for celebration. The water traversed through the tube of the aircraft and shot into the flight station like someone pointing a fire hose at us. My co-pilot and flight engineer evacuated the aircraft through the overhead escape hatch. I evacuated the aircraft through the side escape hatch located immediately behind the pilot seat on the left side.

After jumping into the water, I soon realized that the plane was still drifting like a boat does without power.

To my chagrin, the number two prop was coming right for me and was going to plow right over me. All that 1 could do was to paddle backwards as fast as I could to avoid the prop, putting my hands on the prop to push me out of its way. Fortunately, the aircraft came to a stop and I was able to swim to the leading edge of the wing between the number one and number two engines.

I called out to LCDR Radice to see if the whole crew made it out of the aircraft. I was covered from head to toe with aircraft fuel and my eyes were on fire. My flight gloves were slippery from the fuel and this made it difficult to climb on top of the wing. After three tries, I was finally able to climb on top of the wing and reach the my TACCO and in-flight technician.

The rest of the crew evacuated out the starboard side escape hatch and entered their life rafts. My in-flight technician was pulling the ring to inflate the life raft, but the blasted thing would not inflate.

A pilot friend of mine and his crew were waiting to take off to pick up an admiral in Bahrain when we hit the water. Shortly after we got into the life rafts, my buddy flew over and the crew let out a big yell. Once things finally settled down, the crew looked each other over and checked for injuries.

To my surprise, not a single crew member was injured. The only person with a problem was me.

Up to this point I had controlled my temper quite well, but this was too much. After a few choice words directed to the life raft, the only option left was to inflate our life vests and swim around to the other side.

Realizing our predicament, the crew in the other life rafts began to paddle around the rear of the aircraft in order to meet us. The three of us joined the other crew members and climbed into the rafts.

I had fuel in my eyes and they were burning like crazy. My sensor one operator carried a little water bottle in his life vest. He pulled out the water bottle and began to pour it in my eyes to flush out the fuel.

While he was taking care of me, my TACCO and second pilot were trying to contact the other P-3 crew on our PRC-90 radios to let them know of our status.

This day was true to form, because my TACCO went through three radios before he found one that worked. On the fourth radio, he was finally able to talk to the other crew to let them know that we were fine.

We were in the rafts for only 10 minutes before the SAR helicopter arrived. The rescue was uneventful. The helicopter took seven crew members on the first trip and four crew members on the second trip.

A month later, a barge and crane raised the aircraft and we discovered that the number four prop had thrown a blade. The imbalance of only three blades caused the engine to explode. The prop blade was thrown from right to left and cut through the body of the aircraft, severing 35 of 44 engine and flight control cables. Four of the cables cut went to the four engines.

The cutting action caused a pulling action which shut down all four engines simultaneously. The hydraulic boost handle cables were cut and the APU fuel line was cut. The nine intact cables were two aileron cables, two elevator cables, two elevator trim tab cables and two rudder trim tab cables.

The co-pilot's main flight control cable was cut. VP-47's crew nine flew under a lucky cloud that day.

For so many things to go wrong and everything to work out perfectly was a total surprise to me. I have never questioned the reason we were spared, but I am glad that we were.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Relay For Life

My mother setup a webpage this year for my great Aunt Marie Pallas who died in february from lung cancer. Give if you can.

Monday, April 10, 2006

A Deal on Omaha Steaks

Omaha steaks is running a deal with for some cheap steaks and burgers for anyone that has never tried them. Rikki's parents bought us a sampler pack from Omaha Steaks for christmas which was the best steak and burgers I've ever had. Unfortunately shipping to Hawaii is 30$, triple what it is to the continental US. They are good, but not that good.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

No sandcastles for me

As most of the World already knows a 42 inch sewage pipe in Waikiki broke forcing the city to dump all of Waikiki's sewage (14 million gallons a day) into the Ala Wai Canal. The total reported spill was 48 million gallons of sewage. It took 4 days for the city to close the beaches. One man has died from a flesh eating virus after falling into the Al Wai harbor and several have become sick. The city is still shirking the blame saying these cases may not be from the spilled sewage. This pipe was installed in 1964 and marked as in critical condition in 2004. Most of Oahu's sewage systems are old and falling apart. Beaches close regularly after heavy rains on the windward side due to sewage overflows. Ironically I replied to a letter from a local representative a few weeks ago that wanted to know what Oahu should do with its 600 million dollar surplus this year. I replied invest in city infrastructure, drainage, sewage, and give some tax breaks for a ferry system between the islands.

This leads to my major gripe with Hawaii. For tourists Hawaii's laid back attitude is great for a vaction. For those living here this laziness and lack of competition (start up costs and competitions with the locals here is deadly for businesses) results in poor service and products throughout the island. Most city governments could easily thrive on the amount of money being funnelled into this bloated military and tourist economy. It makes me wonder where the money is going.

The beaches are open again, though I hope not too many people are going in. One fact that gets very little attention is that they only test the water, not the sand. Bacteria counts in sand can be up to 17 times higher than that in the water. Check out the link for the full study.

Rikki and I evaluated a restaurant yesterday in Waikiki on Kuhio one block from the Ala Wai. The smell of sewage was still strong.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Whale Watching

We finally got around to using the Star of Honolulu afternoon cruise we won with the officer spouses club auction last year. It was going to expire in a few days. It turns out this is the same cruise Chris & Sarah went on with Sue & Jerry in february. Unfortunately it is near the end of the season so we only saw 2 whales. A few humps and two tails. The ship wasn't very crowded since it was a thursday and we weren't impressed with its condition. Parts of it smelled moldy and while clean the ship is starting to show its age and constant use. I would have been very disappointed if we had paid the full price.