The Graybeards - KWVA - Korean War Veterans Association
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Fuselage Tank Fiasco<br />
South Korea is a truly beautiful country,<br />
especially in the springtime ... with the<br />
trees just turning green and a few blossoms<br />
beginning to pop out.<br />
From the vantage point of our rear support<br />
base at Chinhae, (K-10), on the<br />
water’s edge at the South coast, in mid-<br />
May, 1951, it proved a real study of contrasts<br />
... it was so hard to realize that just<br />
an hour’s flight time to the north, the<br />
Communists were in the process of<br />
launching their new attacks, the start of<br />
the major Chinese Spring Offensive. <strong>The</strong><br />
new attacks were not unexpected ... only a<br />
question of which sector they would strike<br />
first.<br />
I was not concerned whether there<br />
would be enough missions to keep me<br />
busy when I returned to K-16, Seoul City<br />
Airport after just a day’s rest at Chinhae,<br />
but I did begin to wonder what we might<br />
expect with the more frequent contacts<br />
with the Russian-built MiG-15 jet fighters.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had recently been encountered<br />
along the Yalu River, close to their sanctuary<br />
in Manchuria, where our F-86 Sabres<br />
had been meeting and beating them in<br />
high-altitude dog-fighting for several<br />
weeks, but in May, 1951, they had also<br />
begun to show up as far south as<br />
Pyongyang ... in the area where many of<br />
our F-51 Mustang interdiction attacks<br />
were taking place.<br />
A Switch in Time<br />
May 1951<br />
Unsung Heroes of the <strong>Korean</strong> Air <strong>War</strong><br />
by<br />
Duane E. ‘Bud’ Biteman,<br />
Lt Col, USAF, Ret<br />
<strong>The</strong> MiG-15s had made a few brief, but<br />
thus far unsuccessful attacks against some<br />
of our low-flying Mustang flights, but at<br />
that time they had not ventured as far<br />
south as the front lines, nor had they yet<br />
made any attempt to harass our ground<br />
troops. But if they should, the air war in<br />
Korea would immediately turn out to be a<br />
“whole new ball game”.<br />
We kept the North <strong>Korean</strong> airfields in a<br />
continual state of disrepair by bombing<br />
them each and every day, but, still we<br />
could see evidence of their use.<br />
Pyongyang East, our short-term advanced<br />
base during November ‘50, and Sinuiju,<br />
specifically, showed definite evidence of<br />
use, but we could never find any sign of<br />
mechanical equipment or aircraft in view.<br />
On Saturday, 19 May ‘51, I was off<br />
very early flying Lead in a flight of two,<br />
heading for the central sector, where we<br />
were to search about 50 to 75 miles behind<br />
the lines for signs of resupply movement.<br />
We left before dawn, loaded with two<br />
napalm bombs, six rockets and full fuel<br />
and ammo.<br />
Our F-51D model Mustangs had an 80<br />
gallon internal fuel tank mounted inside<br />
the fuselage behind the pilot’s seat; when<br />
full, this tank’s five hundred twenty-five<br />
pounds moved the airplane’s center-ofgravity<br />
(CG) so far aft that the aircraft<br />
became dangerously tail heavy. Any sudden<br />
rearward movement of the control<br />
stick could make the tail ‘tuck under’... go<br />
further down than intended.<br />
Our normal procedure to alleviate the<br />
tuck-under hazard while in the combat<br />
area, was to plan our flights to either<br />
short-fill the fuselage tank if the extra<br />
range was not required or, on longer missions,<br />
to first use about sixty gallons of the<br />
fuel from the fuselage tank on the way to<br />
the combat zone ... getting rid of approximately<br />
400 pounds of aft-CG weight,<br />
leaving the fuselage tank’s fuel level at<br />
about 20 gallons, which, in turn, would<br />
allow the CG to move forward to the ideal<br />
‘over-the-wing’ position. We would then<br />
switch to our external drop tanks, if carried,<br />
or to one of our two internal wing<br />
tanks, saving the remaining twenty gallons<br />
in the fuselage for a final Reserve’.<br />
On this particular early dawn mission,<br />
carrying napalm fire-bomb tanks instead<br />
of external drop tanks, we found ourselves<br />
in the steep mountain valleys around<br />
Chorwon just as the sun was coming over<br />
the horizon. We slowed our speeds to<br />
about 200 mph for better visibility, and<br />
descended quietly onto the flat valley<br />
floor, criss-crossing in loose combat formation<br />
to look for truck traffic. As we’d<br />
near a ridge of hills, we would add just<br />
enough throttle to maintain our slow speed<br />
as we topped the summit and drifted back<br />
down to the adjacent valley floor.<br />
We’d been doing this for perhaps twenty<br />
minutes, hopping over the hills from<br />
one valley to the next, without finding<br />
much in the way of targets, when finally,<br />
as I neared the end of a long, deep and narrow<br />
valley, ‘just ready to add power to<br />
climb over the oncoming ridge, my wingman<br />
called to say that we were being fired<br />
upon by troops from under a clump of<br />
trees.<br />
I was too close to the ridge to make a<br />
turn back, and traveling too slowly to do<br />
anything but continue straight ahead, so I<br />
called the wingman and told him to go<br />
back and hit the troops; I’d meet him over<br />
the next ridge of hills.<br />
With that, I pushed my throttle forward<br />
but, instead of the expected surge of<br />
power, all I heard was the ‘spit’ and ‘sputter’<br />
of a dying engine... then silence, as my<br />
engine quit at that most inopportune time.<br />
I reviewed my uncomfortable situation<br />
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