June 2006, Issue 71 [pdf 2.8mb, 40 - Royal New Zealand Air Force
June 2006, Issue 71 [pdf 2.8mb, 40 - Royal New Zealand Air Force
June 2006, Issue 71 [pdf 2.8mb, 40 - Royal New Zealand Air Force
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12<br />
After about 10 minutes someone yells at me to put<br />
my helmet on and go for a wander around the plane.<br />
I decide I’m more than happy just sitting with my lap<br />
belt safely fastened, thanks. Wrong answer.<br />
So, helmet on I feebly attempt to pick my way<br />
through the loads and the rollers to a little portholetype<br />
window with two sturdy bars either side,<br />
SQNLDR Davis tells me to hang on to the bars and<br />
enjoy the view. I’m now standing directly in front of<br />
an emergency exit door. Altitude has a tendency to<br />
do funny things to me and I have the urge to open<br />
the emergency exit.<br />
Fortunately at that point I’m aware I’ve begun<br />
to lean backwards, I look out the window and fi nd<br />
myself staring at the sun, three seconds later and I am<br />
pushed hard up against the silver padding, looking at<br />
the ground which doesn’t seem to be too far away.<br />
Still clutching my sick bags it all seems harmless<br />
enough, I even think I could let go of the vice-like<br />
grip I have on the wee white bags and put them in<br />
my pocket. Then the G-force gets me.<br />
One second, I’m standing up enjoying the view, the<br />
next my knees have buckled, I am kneeling against<br />
the emergency exit, still hanging on to those bars.<br />
Unable to stand, I’m laughing hysterically and it’s as<br />
if my bodyweight has doubled and another person is<br />
standing on my shoulders. Classy.<br />
Eventually I regain my composure and clamber back<br />
to a standing position, but the rocking and rolling<br />
has begun.<br />
For what seems like an eternity I am periodically<br />
thrown forwards and then hanging on for dear life so as not to fall<br />
backwards. My stomach is constantly dropping, almost like when you’re<br />
driving and go down a steep hill you didn’t see coming. I decide it’s best<br />
not to let go of the sick bags.<br />
I am taken into the ‘fl ight deck’ (note for civilians, don’t call it a cockpit,<br />
they don’t like that) where apparently it’s a bit easier on the body.<br />
The fi rst thing I notice are the hundreds of controls, buttons and knobs of<br />
all descriptions. Again I have the urge to push some of them.<br />
The second thing I notice are the windows. Some of them appear to be<br />
cracked. This is not helping my churning tummy. The Hercules have just<br />
celebrated their <strong>40</strong>th birthday and are about to be completely stripped and<br />
re-vamped with state-of-the-art technology. The fi rst will be done overseas<br />
and will take two years, at the same time spares will be made for the others<br />
and the four remaining C-130s will take a year each to be revamped.<br />
I am directed to stand behind the pilot and am shown two more metal<br />
bars to hang on to and it’s not long before they, too, are at the mercy of<br />
my vice-like grip. Instead of being thrown backwards and forwards, I am<br />
being thrown from side to side, we appear to be sickeningly close to the<br />
hills in the valleys and my face is still clearly speaking volumes as I look<br />
around to fi nd the aircrew laughing at me.<br />
Next I’m taken back to the belly of the plane to watch the fi rst drop<br />
- the back of the Hercules has opened up as Load Master Ripo waits for<br />
instructions from the navigator in the fl ight deck for when to release the<br />
load. When the lights in the back of the plane turn from red to green, it’s<br />
bombs away, the load goes hurtling out the back and within seconds a<br />
parachute is deployed and it fl oats to the ground, where another crew is<br />
ready to pick the load up. Among them is a mechanic, with equipment to<br />
mend farmers’ fences ... for when they miss the target.<br />
By now we are in Ashburton and I’m about ready for a rest, as we go<br />
hurtling towards a paddock I think someone is reading my mind, the plane<br />
touches down with a bang before promptly careening off again.<br />
After what seems an eternity, but was in fact only two hours, we arrive<br />
safely on the ground back in Oamaru. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon<br />
and wander from the fl ight deck to the back of the plane, where I see the<br />
fi nal load right at the back of the plane.<br />
Apparently I missed the second one being dropped -- I presume that’s<br />
when I decided to sit down and focus on a point in the distance to ensure the<br />
sick bags remained empty. Load Master Ripo directs me to sit on a container<br />
facing the back of the plane and hang on to a strap. We’ve come to a full<br />
stop and I don’t understand what’s happening, but I do as I’m told.<br />
Another crew member comes up beside me and tells me to hold on ‘tight’<br />
to the other side of the container, he then proceeds to sit behind me, grabs<br />
my shoulders and pulls me backwards. I’m more than a little confused, but<br />
it’s about to become abundantly clear.<br />
Once again, the Hercules fi res up, goes fl ying forwards and consequently<br />
I also go fl ying forwards. The fi nal load, at my feet, goes hurtling out the<br />
back of the aircraft and I have horrifi c images of me following suit ... I am<br />
very grateful I’m being held back. This was a combat off-load.<br />
Back on solid ground, my knees are still shaking and I have fi nally removed<br />
the orange ear plugs -- much easier to get out than put in. Another civilian<br />
on the fl ight with me, former All Black Ian Hurst, is buzzing. He tells me<br />
fl ying is one of his pastimes, but that doesn’t have a patch on what we’ve<br />
just experienced. I’m led towards the lunch tent where hamburgers are on<br />
the menu, stomach still churning I politely decline.<br />
My sick bags remained empty during the fl ight and my reputation is still<br />
intact. I would like it to stay that way.<br />
AFN<strong>71</strong> JUNE 06 www.airforce.mil.nz