| My
first introduction to the mighty B-52 was in the spring of 1959. On a Sunday
afternoon while lying in my bunk on the top floor of the squadron's WWII
barracks (which lay in the approach path of Chanute's only runway), we
heard this unusually loud aircraft coming in for a landing directly over
our building. I looked out the window just in time to witness a sky full
of fuselage, and then giant tandum landing gear--with gear doors' interior
painted ferric oxide green--and then more fuselage, followed by more landing
gear, and finally, after what seemed an eternity, the bomber's tail-gun
turret--all passing way Too Damn Close.
As I was to find out later, it was
a B-52A, Sn. 52-0001 (B-52 number one), making its final landing
at Chanute AFB, Illinois. There, it was to go on permanent display and
be used as a training aid by the A&E school on base.(Airframe
& Engine)
My next encounter with the big B-52
was at Turner AFB, in Albany, Georgia; there I was assigned to the 4138th
Strategic Wing's Training Section, as a Link Trainer instructor. Turner
was a SAC base where the predominate aircraft were B-52s, and KC-135s.
For the next two years I lived under the the departures and arrivals of
countless B-52s day in and day out--and believe it or not, I got use to
the noise. --Well almost.
Speaking of Noise:
Prior
to takeoff, and/or after being serviced, both B-52s' and KC-135s' engines
were run-up, making a deafening roar which could be heard anywhere on or
off base. If you were anywhere near the runway during takeoff, the sound
was Overpowering, testifying to the aircraft's enormous power--or so I
thought.
One day while visiting a friend who
lived in a trailer park located right at the very end of Turner's runway,
I was to feel the real enormity of that aircraft. As I was leaving
so was a 'Loaded' B-52: it was roaring down the runway directly toward
us. As it got closer, the predominant sound wasn't the roar of its exhaust,
but the tremendous sound of eight giant turbo fan engines Sucking
Air! The sight and sounds of its passing only a few hundred feet
over us was an experience I shall Never Ever forget!
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Note: And that was when it had small
engines...
glen
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