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F-14, NAS Miramar
Dogfight of the Decade...
My F-14, Wichita 110


VF-1 patch fighter helmets

Six years prior when I had completed F-4 training in the RAG, my transfer to my fighter squadron - VF-151 - had only involved my walking 100 yards from one aircraft hanger to the next at NAS Miramar, to assume my new duty.

VF-1 F-14 on ramp

This time however, instead of only a short walk, my transfer to my new fighter squadron - VF-1 -took me halfway around the world.

It involved a commercial flight from San Diego to LAX. Then followed a transfer to a long red-eye, middle-seat ride in a stretch DC-8 to Clark AFB in the Philippines, that painfully included a 3 hour midnight refueling stop en-route. Awake for well over 24 hours and not even knowing what day it was with a Dateline crossing, my partner and I were still fascinated with our older and estimable, Filipino driver.

He drove us from Clark AFB to NAS Cubi Pt. where the USS Enterprise with VF-1 embarked were docked at the time. VF-1 PlaqueAlong the way our driver pointed out all of the places where his [heroic, I believe] family and friends had hidden WW-II U.S. personnel from the Japanese; where WW-II battles and fire-fights had occurred, and where many had died. His running commentary along the drive was absolutely fascinating, and inspirational. And it certainly arrested any complaints we may have had about our own lack of sleep, and our long journey from San Diego! Officers of VF-1, Wolfpack

Some Disappointment

Tomcat patch

At the time, one would think that I had reached the epitome for a Navy fighter pilot: Given a new and "eye-watering" air superiority fighter aircraft to fly; a most prestigious new fighter squadron re-commissioned specifically for the arrival of the then-new, "air-superiority" F-14; and an elite squadron cadre of the Navy's "best and brightest" of the time as squadron mates.

VF-1 F-14s in formation

Incredibly, I was now with VF-1 onboard the USS Enterprise for the second ever carrier deployment of the F-14 Tomcat - which should have been the best fighter-pilot flying in the world. Unfortunately, there was disappointment ahead.

It didn't take long to learn a few things:
  • A peacetime Navy is far different than a wartime Navy
  • The rules and especially priorities had changed.
  • Tactical maneuvers were less important than tactical "politics".
  • An excessively "top-heavy" squadron can easily become a dysfunctional one.
  • Aim-7 Sparrow
  • Long cruises away from home while exciting for a bachelor, can be very difficult with a new family.
  • A peacetime defense budget severely reduces the amount of flight time available.
  • Bureaucracy tends to overwhelm action; form supersedes results.
  • Important lessons learned can be quickly forgotten.
  • The early model F-14As were delivered with problematic engines.
  • The former challenge and thrill were gone.
  • Old personal adversaries of a former cruise make for difficult new bosses.
F-14 glove vanes out, coast of California

F-14 Growing Pains

As with any new technology and equipment, our new F-14's - on only their second operational cruise - had some growing pains. The monsoonal rains of the Philippines quickly brought one new problem to light.F-14 inflight refueling

Rainwater pooled in certain parts of the parked aircraft, frying some electronics. The solution for this $40 million per copy aircraft was simply to drill some weep holes on the underside of the aircraft. This mostly solved the water problem, but caused another, and one that took some time to discover.

Our jet engines were frequently becoming damaged by what is called, FOD (Foreign Object Damage). The source of this FOD was not immediately known.

Enterprise Centurion Patch

Eventually we realized that the weep holes drilled on the underside of the aircraft also allowed, along with rainwater, the blind rivet-heads formerly held inside the aircraft to now escape their containment. These little rivet heads then fell to the deck where they were quickly sucked up into the TF-30 engines, severely damaging the turbine blades. So in addition to a limited budget for fuel, and fried electronics, we often had a limited number of F-14's to fly while their FOD-damaged engines were being repaired.

F-14 Pre-launch checks F-14 taxi to the cat F-14 on the cat

The F-14 was a much needed, quantum jump in capability over the F-4. Nevertheless, the F-4B and J still remain even today as my favorite, fun-to-fly aircraft (with maybe the A-4 second). The F-18 could have been, but I only logged 1 hour of flight time in it.)

Although I had equal flight time in both the F-4B/J and the F-14A aircraft, I never became as totally comfortable, or as proficient in the F-14 as I did in the F-4. The pleasure of flying the F-4 was its instant responsiveness from its pure turbo-jet engine, instead of the early-model-F-14A's sluggish and temperamental TF-30 fan engine; f-14sthe F-4's greater roll rate at slower airspeeds; and the F-4's rock solid stability in the landing configuration . . . unlike the spoiler and horizontal stabilizers' flapping "Turkey" F-14.

(It was always easier to get a better landing grade aboard the 'boat' in the F-4, than the F-14, despite a nearly 14kt greater difference in average approach speeds.)

USS Enterprise Flight Deck Pack

But most likely my lasting affinity for the F-4 was a result of being bonded together, man & machine in harm's way so many times, and by providence returning unscathed. Indeed the fast F-4B became my savior, and thus my eternal, aluminum friend.

Two Cruises

Relative to the two prior wartime cruises aboard the USS Midway, my two 7-month cruises with VF-1 aboard the USS Enterprise were mostly nondescript. Our limited flying became routine, and even sometimes monotonous. This was only occasionally punctuated with exercises involving ACM (Air Combat Maneuvering) with foreign air forces, but they were too few. Because I did not receive F-14 ACM training in the RAG [training eliminated because of a temporary F-14A G limitation] – and its tactics were far different than other aircraft I had flown – it took me some time to become comfortable, and even longer to become proficient in the F-14 ACM arena.

Hobart Tasmania F-14 Tomcat patch USS Enterprie memorial to Hobart, Tasmania With less at-sea time, we now spent more time in more varied ports. Since we were the first US Navy ship to visit Hobart, Tasmania since WWII, the whole city gave us a resounding and memorable welcome, and was the highlight of that cruise.

A year later on our next cruise, we visited Perth. A port call to Mombassa, Kenya during a rainy period, precluded a hoped-for safari. Instead, four of us went up the coast to the European resort of Malindi. During this cruise my wife was able to find a long-term baby sitter, and along with a squadron wives' group, she met me in Hong Kong for a week's visit. We then traveled to Manila on leave, before I returned to the ship in Subic Bay and she flew home.


In the relatively short turnaround between the two 7-month+ cruises, our daughter was born while I was away on a highly classified and inflexible detachment in the Nevada (yes, that "place") desert. I also participated in two other important detachments (one to Iran) far from home during this period. These were exciting experiences. NPGS Safety School, 1977 But they compounded my time away from home, as did my attending Safety School at the Navy Postgraduate School in Monterey during this brief turnaround period.

[While there at NPS Safety School, I met and became friends with an East coast F-4 pilot, Chic Burlingame. We subsequently crossed paths occasionally over the years. But tragically much later, he would become one of the two pilots I knew personally, both flying aircraft for their respective airlines, and who along with their crew and passengers were tragically and unmercifully killed by the terrorist hijackers on "9-11".]

F-14 Crash on I-15

Two weeks before another long cruise, and while trying to relax on a rare and well-earned leave at home with wife, an almost two-year-old son and new daughter, I received the "call" on 27 March, 1978 - we have had a crash!
[Ironically one of three Navy Jet crashes that same tragic day near San Diego.]

As the new squadron Safety Officer - and designated aircraft accident investigator - and although on an official leave of absence, I immediately rushed from home to the squadron. Making sure the required "immediate" to higher command reports were in process at the squadron office, I quickly proceeded out to the crash site on the I-15 freeway, just short of the runways.

[My wife was a witness - on the freeway! Going to the Exchange on base, this aircraft caught her eye as it was "very low and slow". She then watched in horror as it stalled, saw the dual ejections, and then helplessly watched the pilotless aircraft crashing and sliding onto the I-15 freeway into a truck and in flames, just two cars ahead of her!

A result was the later movement of the I-15 freeway to the East and bending it some distance further away from the approach ends of the runways, in case another similar crash ever occurred in the future, short of the runways. The original freeway was renamed, Kearny Villa Road.]

By the time I had arrived at the crash scene from home, the critically injured pilot - who barely but fortunately lived - had by then been evacuated to the Naval Hospital. But there I witnessed the remaining body of my VF-1 RIO who had ejected but did not live - the body awaiting the coroner....

Two weeks later, we left home and families for another eight months in WestPac and the Indian Ocean. We had to conclude the accident investigation and mishap report at sea.

VF-1 Heroes F-14 off the cat

After my first cruise with VF-1, I had hesitatingly decided to leave the Navy and pursue an airline career. However, because of an apparent, post-training commitment, I was told that was not possible. Because of training received, I needed to serve another year and another cruise. So I did. Then I left.


End-of-Cruise Fly-ins to NAS Miramar . . . 1977 and 1978



End of Cruise Flyoff Flyoff to NKX flyoff family Welcome Home, Daddy



[Edit: My son pictured above (and now age 32 in 2008), recently complained that their mother didn't always dress his sister and he in red and white homemade outfits like that, and that I should "delete the photo." (Sorry, kid. The photo stays :-) )

In fact they are dressed in VF-1 red and white Wolfpack colors, as all the awaiting families were for our fly-off/fly-in that day in 1978, and our festive return to NAS Miramar after a long cruise away from home aboard Enterprise in the Indian Ocean and WestPac.]


Chesire family photo '09



Although perhaps not VF-1 or the USS Enterprise, you still get the right idea of the incredible experience.

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