Meeting My Six Crew Chief
After completing the F-106 RTU schoolhouse at Tyndall AFB, Florida, the long drive to Minot AFB, North Dakota was ahead. After arriving there in late August, it was obvious this was a whole new planet; flat, very few trees, lots of mosquitos, and it was already well into fall temperatures. The first week in September it snowed, covering the streets until late the following May.
I reported to the squadron command section, signed in, and proceeded to the squadron operations building to meet my new Ops Officer and Flight Commander. My MQT (Mission Qualification Training) began in earnest soon after that. MQT was a combination of local flying area checkout, how to sit alert, and operate in the Air Defense environment. Plus, they needed another warm body to sit alert. We had a 24/7 five minute alert commitment at Minot and an alert detachment at Davis Monthan AFB, Arizona. Our alert tours were 24 hour periods. At DM, we sat 24 on 24 off for a week at a time and rotated jets and pilots back home on Friday. So, it was always a challenge to have pilots and jets in the right place at the right time. My “qualified” warm body was needed to feed the schedulers will.
So, I was flying regularly with an IP in the two seat F-106B, fondly referred to as the “Bus” or “Family Model” because of its multiple pilot chairs. After getting somewhat up to speed, I started flying the single seat “A” model. Ahhhhh, the peace and quiet of being cocooned in this massive, but nibble Mach 2 plus, Air Defense Fighter.
Soon, the squadron routine started feeling comfortable. My fellow Six pilots were a great bunch of guys to fly and have fun with. This was going to be a great assignment! We had our own mini command post that was manned 24/7 to work our alert commitment and daily flying operation. During flying operations, a squadron pilot sat duty in the command post along with an enlisted troop. One day I was upstairs hanging with the boys when a page came over the PA system requesting me to report to the command post. Being a newbie, I hustled down to see what kind of trouble I was already in. My Flight Commander was doing CP duty for the day. When I checked in with some apprehension, he invited me to sit down. He explained that all the squadron pilots have an assigned F-106 tail number and each jet has a dedicated Crew Chief.
“You are assigned Oh Two Six”. I asked where it was parked. He replied that it was in the radar cal barn. I asked where that was and he pointed to the squadron front door and said “Walk toward the alert barn and you’ll find it between here and there.” So, off I went to find my own personal F-106. Sierra Hotel!!! This was getting better every day! Couldn’t wait to see my name on the canopy rail of MY jet!
The Cal Barn is a huge hangar used to tune and tweak the radar in the Six. I never quite understood or frankly, cared how that was done. I just wanted the radar to work when I flew.
Anyhow, I walked up to the entry door, grabbed the knob, opened, and stepped through the door. I was awestruck! Huge banks of overhead lights where all on. MY glossy grey Six was shining like a diamond. It’s nose was pointed into the barn. As I walked closer, there was someone on top of the left wing. Initially, all I could see was an olive drab butt and the soles of combat boots. This guy was rubbing on something as I got closer. He heard my approach, turned to see me, and popped straight up to attention with a startled look on his face. I asked what he was doing. “Sir, I just got assigned this jet as crew chief today. So, I’m cleaning it up”. I replied, “ I just got assigned this jet also. What are you working on?” “Sir, after getting assigned to her I went to the BX and got a can of Turtle Wax”. I could only smile and think WOW, this is amazing!
We introduced ourselves to each other and formed an instant bond. My Crew Chief, Jim, explained that she just came back from PDM (Periodic Depot Maintenance) at McClellan AFB. During a visit to PDM, our jets went through a major maintenance inspection and refurbishment, to include a new paint job. So, Jim was going the extra distance to make MY jet, actually HIS jet, that HE was going to let ME fly, even better than when he received it. Over the next three winters at Minot, every time I stepped to fly Oh Two Six, Jim was there to launch us. He knew every screw, rivet, and nut on that jet. He knew how every system on the jet was working and rarely had any squawks to report. Whenever a squadron deployment came up that HIS jet and I were going on, he volunteered to go and take care of us.
Jim and I became friends and keep in frequent contact to this day. Jim separated from the Air Force after Minot to move back to his hometown and marry his childhood sweetheart, then start a family. Some years later he earned a Private Pilot License and bought a Champ that he flies regularly. On one of my airline layovers there, Jim took me for a ride in his Champ. I sat in the back and enjoyed watching a great pilot put the Champ through her paces. It was reminiscent of the T-33 Incentive Ride we flew together at Minot. He sat in the back for that fun ride together. That’s a story for later.
Here’s Jim’s jet, OH TWO SIX, at Davis Monthan AFB for an alert tour.