Showing posts with label U.S. Naval Academy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label U.S. Naval Academy. Show all posts

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Two Stars in the Window

Family Service Flag
It will be eight years this coming July when we had two Blue Stars in our home's front window in Annapolis - a bridge between the continuum of a single blue star for nearly eleven years - we are a military family. Michael, out for more than seven years now, was in his last year of duty at Arlington National Cemetery - Tim was just beginning his military duty at the U.S. Naval Academy, and now has been a Naval Aviator for more than a year. The times then and now stand out when we get to see them together, are special, even when only by text message or in photographs.

Service brothers - Portland 2014
This weekend, Tim's squadron flew a cross-country exercise to Portland - I can imagine what it looked like to him as he approached PDX, but on his own. That provided the opportunity for our daughter, her family, and Mike to drive up and see him. Mike joining the Army had a great influence on Tim - was a significant contributor to his choosing to go to the Naval Academy and be a naval officer. Both have a bond, two of a special band of brothers - a continuation in the line of other family service members. These two continue to have a great influence on us and the rest of the family - pride.
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As a side note: Tim gave our grandson Jace a Navy flight suit for his fourth birthday - size appropriate. Normally, this should not be have been all that notable, other than Jace was anxious when he drove with his folks and Tim to the Portland airport to see the E-2 Hawkeye - he thought if he wore the suit, he would have to fly the plane. Nice photograph by Dan Kuttel - lots of other aviation shots for viewing on his Flickr site.


Saturday, March 31, 2012

Mother's Worry List

We regularly check on line to see what our son's daily training schedule will be, or what he has been doing the past few days. Last night my wife text me, "Do you know what Tim did today[?]" A colleague of mine finished his service as a flight instructor at NAS Corpus Christi after he returned from Vietnam. He happened to have been in the same training squadron as my son - only forty-five years earlier. He said his dad would have given anything at that time to have been able to follow his training progress on the Internet, like we do today. Now that our son is at NAS Kingsville, seeing whether the type of activity[ies] for the day will be an exercise in the simulators (Sim C) or time flying (Flight),  is usually enough to meet our curiosity. But once-in-a-while, I will cut-and-paste the Event code into the Web browser and look up the PowerPoint briefing for that event. This next Monday's 1.3 hour event is titled: 

MPTS IJET FRM2101 
Mission 
FORMATION EP SIMULATOR
   
All of this jargon has to do with preparing several students for flying close to one another in formation (1). Below is the Recommended Flight Conduct for the event from the brief, shown with my interpretation of what a mother of a naval jet pilot in-training would see when read: 

start Malfunctions
ground Emergencies
interval Abort
interval take off with Emergency
parade visual flight rules
instrument flight rule
engine Emergencies
flight control Emergencies
electrical Emergencies
environmental control system Emergencies
fuel system Emergencies
turns 
echelon
Precautionary approach
section approach 
Missed approach with Emergency
visual flight rules Recovery and pattern Emergencies
visual flight rules landing pattern  
landing 
touch-and-go 


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(1) Just as my son was taking the freeway exit into Kingsville last autumn when we helped him move from Corpus Christi, several T-45's in formation were doing their break away pattern to land. It was pretty exciting to see. Tim is now preparing to do the same - a bit of a scary thought - several inexperienced ensigns learning to flying in formation together.

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Postscript, April 6, 2012: The F/A-18 crash in Virginia Beach yesterday, made this blog posting about emergency procedure training sobering. A news video clip can be viewed clicking here.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Plebes (Herndon) No More

Naval Academy Holds the Grease
Safety-First Monument Climb is Quick Sans Oil Slick

By Arthur Hirsch, The Baltimore Sun
8:54 PM EDT, May 24, 2010

Minutes before members of the U.S. Naval Academy's Class of 2013 were to begin the annual first-year-ending assault on the Herndon Monument Monday afternoon, a chant went up from some of the hundreds gathered for the traditional climb: "Grease the pole. Grease the pole."

If "pole" seemed a disrespectful way to refer to the 21-foot granite obelisk erected for Capt. William Lewis Herndon, perhaps it expressed the measure of dissatisfaction in the throng. By order of Vice Adm. Jeffrey L. Fowler, superintendent of the service academy, the monument was not slathered with lard nor coated in Crisco, neither was it buttered as in one year gone by, nor treated with the dark petroleum-based, rust-preventing goop called Cosmoline.

The "pole" was dry this year, as it has been sporadically since the ritual began in 1940, and that made for a quick afternoon — and some letdown in the ranks.

A greaseless Herndon is just not "representative of the struggle," said plebe Max Cutchen, of Marietta, Ga., who said he and his classmates were "very disappointed" to hear their Herndon would be 100 percent fat-free.

Nonethless, they came running by the hundreds out of the Tecumseh Court toward the monument in their shorts, T-shirts and socks, hurriedly gathering around the stone base to form a human platform for others.

By tradition — if never in actual fact — the plebe who grabbed the cap perched at the top would be the first member of the class to reach the rank of admiral.

In seconds, the plebes were making headway, absent the slapstick slipping, sliding and sloppy groping that makes the monument climb the amusing spectacle that it is.

Midshipmen Josue Castejon, Class of 2012, pointed to a plebe maybe a third of the way up the obelisk mere seconds into the assault.

"It took us forever to get up that high," said Castrejon, whose group made the climb last year. It took them one hour, 43 minutes, 38 seconds to send Schyler Widman to the top to grab the plebe cap perched up there.

That wasn't bad, and certainly better than, say, 1995, when Stephen Charles Fortmann of the Class of 1998 grabbed the "Dixie Cup," as the blue and white cap is called, in 4 hours, 5 minutes, 17 seconds — the longest since the climb began.

This year the lack of grease would make all the difference in time and travail: no slips, no falls, no bumps, no bruises, no sprained ankles or neck injuries.

The Herndon climb has generated such casualties in the past, and Fowler, the departing superintendent, had seen enough of that. This year, he decided that concerns about safety would dictate a greaseless climb.

Fowler said publicly a couple weeks ago that the Academy might do away with the ritual entirely, shifting the emphasis of the end-of-plebe-year celebration to the Sea Trials, a series of competitive events that has been part of the annual rituals since 1998.

Based on the Marine Corps' Crucible and the Navy's Battle Stations recruit programs, Sea Trials is a more serious affair involving relay races, stick jousting, an obstacle course, underwater events, a hill assault and bridge defense exercises.

And no lard, butter or other lubricants, which are considered too dangerous. Not everyone in the crowd was buying the safety argument.

"They send these guys to war, come on," said Laurie Lizotte of Grafton, Mass., whose son is a member of the class of 2013. She was pointing a camera at the monument, lamenting the prospect of the Herndon climb going the way of warships under sail.

Mike Williams of Montgomery County, who was there to watch his son Philip run the Herndon ritual, seemed less troubled about the lack of grease than the notion of the tradition being no more. "I think it's a rite of passage, it's part of the whole mystique of being at the Naval Academy," said Williams. "I don't see any reason why it should be done away with."

Midshipman Jordan Davidson, Class of 2012, said whatever the possible dangers of the climb, "the memories of Herndon definitely outweigh the risk."

Keegan Albi seemed unconcerned about safety as he climbed the northwest side of the monument, gaining quickly on the peak. The 20-year-old redhead from Eugene, Ore., reached to the Dixie Cup and got it. In 2 minutes, 5 seconds. Not quite a record, but close to the 1 minute, 30 second time recorded for the last greaseless run, in 1969.


"It was pretty easy 'cause they didn't grease it," said Albi, whose classmates were already calling him "admiral."

"I just climbed on people. …If they keep it and I defininately think they should, they should grease it."

So strange, said plebe McLean Panter of Memphis, Tenn.: "All year we were waiting for it and it's all over in two minutes."

arthur.hirsch@baltsun.com
Copyright © 2010, The Baltimore Sun

Sunday, June 7, 2009

A Different Place

We are a military family.

On April 1, 2003, my wife called me at work to say our second son had phoned to talk. When she asked him what's up, he answered: "I joined the Army." My knees buckled. But then she said: "April Fools... he got us good with that one!" I laughed and began recovering, we said good bye, and I got back to my work. But, sometime that day, maybe driving home, I thought: "Where did that come from?" The next night he called again: "Dad, I really do want to join the Army." Come September, we saw him drive off with a friend as he headed out to report for basic infantry training on September 11 at Fort Benning. Four years later, August 2007, our Army son was safely out and back in Oregon.

Our dads and uncles were in WWII, her brothers and other relatives served, and one died, in Viet Nam - but I had not. She had seen brothers off to the Navy, but this was a different experience for both of us - children in the military. And being a parent-of-a-child-in-the-service wasn't over.

On June 28, 2006, our youngest son reported on Induction Day to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis. While on a business trip in May a year earlier, I called home to check in and my wife said we had received a West Point graduation celebration announcement for the son of friends we hadn't seen since living in California years before. Our youngest son was only six months old when we moved to Oregon and didn't have any recollection of that family, so asked questions about them and began Web surfing about West Point. I didn't think West Point was such a great idea - it seemed like lots of second lieutenants were getting killed in Iraq at that time. In September, while on another work trip, I called and asked what was up. My wife had just gotten home from work and said our youngest had called our Congressman's office to find out what he needed to do to get a nomination to the Naval Academy. What is it with kids these days?

Our two younger guys are similar but different: one Army - enlisted infantry; the other Navy - headed to be an officer, maybe a pilot. As for the older two kids - also similar but different: our son - a youth director in church; our daughter - a children's director in another church. Our eldest put it this way: "Two of us are in the ministry, and two of us are in the military, both begin with an M and end with a Y, and both are on the front lines." The Naval and Military Academies' grounds are that way, too: similar, but different.

Since I was going to be in the Hudson Valley for a business trip (see: Local Food Sociology 101), I figured there was never a better time to visit the United States Military Academy - the Black Knights, the arch rivals of the Midshipmen. With all the travel I do, I typically fly in for meetings and then get out and back home as fast as I can. But being so close, I decided to leave early in the morning to check out West Point on the way to my conference. Living in Annapolis and having a son attending the Naval Academy, we are able to drive onto the Yard any time we want - a divers license and family pass is all it takes. We consider ourselves fortunate to be so close and able to lend support - home nearly every weekend, lots off food, a place to crash and be alone, or to bring along friends for a meal, lots more food - we know the Academy routines about as well as a parent who did not attend can. As for West Point, I have only read books, heard a few stories, know from a distance. So what is it like? Not being Cadet parents, or having the rights and privileges we do as Midshipman parents - how could I know what to do, where to go?
There was only one option: Tourist - park in the public lot, get your ticket at the visitor center, wear your N cap with pride, and hang close to the retired Marine Corps tourists, just in case.

Compared to the Naval Academy, at West Point the security is greater, and access is limited to where the tour bus takes you. But this makes sense. The Yard covers only 400 acres, is adjacent to downtown Annapolis - the capital city of Maryland - and is surrounded by rivers on three sides. It is compact, so where ever you look, there are easy views of water in all directions. West Point, on the other hand, is way out in the country side north of New York City, up the Hudson River, with the campus sited on 15,000 acres (a great description is given in James S. Robbins' excellent book, "Last in Their Class: Custer, Pickett and the Goats of West Point").
The buildings are gray like the cadet's uniforms, and the main chapel has a touch of a castle look from Medieval Europe. The Midshipmen sometimes wear all white - the color of bleached sails contrasted by aqua seas and blue skies. Thinking of the Yard as a Navy ship - compact and self-contained - floating on the waters that surround it. The Army's West Point - sprawling and tree-covered, mountainous with rugged terrain - gives the impression as if the cadets were troops soon to be deployed in the field, soon to be in battles half way around the world - and a river runs through it. West Point is not a place to take it all in with one view, except perhaps from high above on the Route 9W highway, where the details below are left to the imaginations of we who are mostly unfamiliar. But then there are parts we see that are the same: both filled with young men and women who signed up at a time of war, who have little privacy or time to themselves - squad life, hard studies, companies marching and training for long hours.

Both end in Y and both begin with early mornings, regardless of whether there is an N or A at the beginning of their service branch name, or the letter on their cap.

Yes, we are a military family.


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For an insider's perspective about A's and N's, see the blog story: "Beat Army, Yes - Bulldoze West Point, No" at:

http://midswatch.wordpress.com/2009/05/04/beat-army-yes-bulldoze-west-point-no/

For reference to family members mentioned in the service records above, see the Web links at:

http://www.thepurpleheart.com/recipient/RecipientDetails.aspx?wid=43ba8ff7-a665-4bd7-a304-411230e9ca1b

http://www.vetfriends.com/memorial/honoree.cfm?hindex=70766&user_ID=