Archive for Fictional Stories
Composing My Stories
Posted by: | CommentsSome have asked where I get the ideas for my stories. Well, they just come from the creative side of my mind. It does help that I have two outlets for this creativity…scale modeling and writing. Some of my stories come from tidbits of information, such as the life experiences I’ve had and the stories others have shared with me.
In the recent chapter of the Night Lark the story involves landing at Nahkon Phanom, Thailand, which included some of the sights my dad had conveyed to me while he told about being stationed there during the Vietnam War. The antenna farm (which I have also read about and seen in various publications) and the sights of Puff laying down rings of tracers as it struck targets across the border, both were told to my by my dad. Which were best viewed from a favorite hang out along the river in the town of NKP. How many of you remember similar favorite hang outs that you patronized to sip a cold one after a long day at the “war?” I can remember a few! ;o)
I’ll also use resources available now, such as the Internet and Google Earth to look at the topography and geography of the area I’m using in my stories. Wouldn’t make sense to tell a story about the being over the vast ocean if you were flying our of lets say, Kansas. An ocean of wheat and barley maybe. Webster as well as Google help with spelling and identifying certain aspects of the content being used. Nothing gets one in trouble faster with an audience of a story not plausible. Not having flown a Boeing 337 I used the Internet to pull up some performance stats…normal cruise, max speed and range. But we as artists are allowed to stretch that some too.
Rocket Interceptor landing at its secret camp near Sturry.
Wiouwash Trail near Appleton, Wisconsin
Take the Rocket Interceptor story, I used Google Earth to find a place in the UK that offered the swampy setting I needed for my story. I found such a spot near Sturry which had a lake and a swampy area. It was in close proximity to several of the bases used in during the Battle of Britain I had read about. In the composite picture I created for the story, I used another resource, an image I took while walking along one of our area trails.
The EC-97 Night Lark climbing over the sea.
Fresh snowfall on my lawn.
This serves well for not only the story to depict the model, but helps me learn and develop the skills I need for illustration needs necessary for my businesses. In this picture of the Night Lark, I used a shot of the snow outside my office window for the ocean background. Again the resources at hand can dictate the story line. If you’ve never been somewhere it can be more difficult to write about what you are seeing. If you have a good illustration you can convey that not only in words but with a picture too.
Depending on my mood at the time is a deciding factor on how much technical detail I include, such as the procedures the characters might go through as they perform various tasks of piloting. As a pilot many of the various basic procedures are ingrained into my memory…G U M P…gas, undercarriage, mixture and prop! Check fuel selector, lower the landing gear, full rich and high RPM in preparation for landing. I will at times in some of my stories use more detail describing such events, but for the short stories I just tend to touch on them enough to light the lamp in your imagination.
The same holds true for the physical attributes, the sounds, mannerisms, gestures, tones, inflections and other descriptions to help illustrate what the character is doing at the time. He raised his right leg, rolled his hips and ripped loose a loud fart which quickly dispersed through the air like a cloud of toxic gas, we all felt ill when it reached our nostrils. I generally save the “rich” content for long stories, which I also enjoy writing.
Much of the fiction in history has proven to become reality. Not that my Rocket Interceptor or Night Lark are accurate recounts of history, but then there are those who have shared tidbits that say I was very very close to some of their first hand experiences. Maybe there will be a 6th generation fighter known as the Merlin. Guess I better start laying down more specifics about it so I can trademark and copyright the design…to capitalize on it later when the government and the aircraft industry comes a call’in!
That’s how I do it, a little imagination, some solid resources, some illusion and a few hours at the keyboard laying down the thoughts as they pop into my head. When I sat down to write I have no plan as to where the storyline is going, it just happens. I leave it up to you as to whether or not it worked. It must have because the requests for MORE chapters keeps coming in. Now to get back to finishing the model as well. I added the antennas and masts, now I need to string the wires for the HF and add some nav lights.
There are other projects coming along which will probably yield more stories as well. One of my latest creations, dubbed Project Pinocchino is a modified Grumman Hawkeye airframe being used by NASA. Or was it the NSA? Guess we’ll have to wait and see!
EC-97 Night Lark Chapter VI
Posted by: | Comments“Murphy.” The program director mumbled. He was referring to Murphy’s Law, when it can go wrong it will. “We’ve had to wait three stink’in weeks to get a replacement engine. All because someone didn’t think our requisition was completed correctly because he didn’t recognize the funding code numbers. This has really created a SNAFU for me to explain to those at the home office.”
“I told you we should have just had one of our birds pick one up from the depot in Kansas.” Said the Chief of Maintenance.
“Well its too late now. I sent a truck down to Osan to pick up the engine and bring it here. It should arrive in a couple hours. I want that aircraft flying tonight! Do you hear me! We’ve got good intel that our target is making the trip to Hanoi tonight.” The Director ordered.
The maintenance team worked at a feverish pace. It took some doing but they were able to remove the engine and install the new one in five hours. Given the primitive conditions and lack of proper equipment that was a feat in itself. All that was left was reinstalling the propeller and getting all the plumbing and the rest of the connections hooked up. They were going to run the engine as soon as darkness arrived. There was no time for a test hop to check the engine in flight, the crew would have to do what they could as they could during the mission. Murphy was watching this situation unfold with a smug expression on his face.
The aircrew was awaken by the EC-97’s engine barking to life. First the new engine was idled for several long minutes to warm up. Once the maintenance crew was satisfied it wasn’t going to seize the throttle was advanced and the engine roared. Once at the recommend setting to check pressures and flow rates, the mechanic in the copilot’s seat started to run the propeller through its cycle. All seemed fine until he cycled it into reverse pitch. The engine seemed to shake and buck feeling as if it was going to break free from its mounts. The mechanic quickly returned the lever to neutral but the propeller didn’t move.The whole aircraft shook and the engine protested against the propeller which was now fighting against itself.
“CUT!” Yelled the Maintenance Chief as he make a cut gesture across his throat. The mechanic in the copilots seat pulled the mixture control to full lean and the engine shuddered and went silent. The big propeller kept spinning until it couldn’t anymore.
It took the crew another two hours to find the cause, which meant pulling the propeller governor and replacing it with the one from the engine they had removed earlier. “Once we get this thing in the air, I want everything useful off that motor stripped off for spares.” The line chief said point to the old engine.
The next run up proved to be uneventful, so the crew started to close up the cowls and get the aircraft ready for its mission. Off in another area of the small compound the flight crew was also getting ready. Their gear was packed having been so for weeks. Sitting in the at a large table they were ready for their mission briefing.
“Intel in Japan says that the flight is scheduled to leave at midnight. You’re not going to be able to make it to the normal rondezvous in time so you’re going to have to take a short cut.” The Field Director said.
Everyone of the crew was waiting for the other shoe to drop and it did. “We think we have a route across mainland China that if you can get to this point here, you should be free and clear the rest of the way.” He stated he pointed to a spot on the map.
The Navigator scrutinized the map closely. Then he leaned closer over the map as he reflected back on another previous clandestine mission he had been involved with. He checked the distances between two know radar stations. “We’re going to need to be dragging our propeller tips in the water from here to the coast and not much higher than 100 feet AGL from here to we exit this valley here.” He said.
The Pilot and Copilot just looked at him blankly. The rest of the crew was exchanging looks with each other and groaning in disbelief at what was being suggested. Flying alone into Chinese airspace without the cover of a target to shadow. Madness.
The Field Director broke in. “Our friend here has some experience with this route. We discovered it by accident while watching Chinese cargo planes practicing low level training through that area. We were able to fly all the way into that valley and back undetected. We have since used it to drop supplies into a operative on the ground. It apparently is a blind spot in their air defense radar. If you can get in, you can fly the rest of the route as though you were one of their aircraft on a night training sortie.”
The Navigator asked. “Last time I was in that neighborhood there was speculation that the radars were being upgraded.”
“Our operative on the ground reported no such activity at or near the sites in the area. You should be fine. You’ll know if they have indeed upgraded as soon as you cross over their coast.” The Field Directer answered.
The crew continued with their preparations for the nights mission. Once everything was planned their attention turned to getting all their gear aboard the Night Lark. The maintenance team had everything ready, including stocking the galley. Which was a surprise to both of the galley rats. Preflight went smoothly, engine start up did as well. The pilot and copilot took a little extra time doing the engine function checks, finding nothing wrong they taxied into position for take off. Tonight to ensure their departure was stealthy, all ground and take off clearances were given by signal light. The big Boeing roared down the runway leaving K-13 behind yet again.
Instead of climbing high the EC-97 settled at an altitude of three thousand feet. It was on a west southwesterly course. The navigator was busy taking directional beacon plots from three Korean coastal stations to verify his course and location. In the back of the aircraft the crew each took turns fixing themselves a quick snack. The two who were assign galley duty made coffee and filled thermoses, delivering one to the flight deck with some sandwiches. The copilot ate his quickly, he needed something other than just coffee in his stomach, it was feeling somewhat nervous tonight.
The pilot poured himself a fresh cup from the just delivered thermos and nibbled on a sandwich as well. The aircraft was on autopilot and he watched the sky ahead and scanned the instruments. They had about 90 minutes before they would be making the attempt to enter China’s airspace unseen.
“Bring your speed up to 300 knots and take a heading of two seven five degrees, standard rate descent down to fifty feet.” Stated the navigator.
“Roger.” Acknowledged the pilot as he switch off the autopilot and took a hold of the yoke and throttles. He didn’t ease the throttles back at first, he let the airspeed build a little in the shallow dive. “Radar Altimeter ON.” He said.
The copilot dutifully switch on the radar altimeter to use as secondary method to check the aircrafts height above the ground. Once it was on the needle kept bouncing ten to twenty feet. “Looks as if the ocean is rather rough tonight.” He said.
“Yeah, I’m feeling a little chop too.” Said the pilot.
The navigator exited his seat and grabbed a flashlight which was mounted on the wall next to his station. He pressed it up against the glass on the pilots side and turned it on making sure it was pointing downward. The bright light dimly illuminated the ocean below. “You can drop her down another twenty and hold her there.” He advised, then returned to his seat and strapped in tightly.
The pilot didn’t hesitate, he let the big Boeing ease down a little lower. “Set the altimeter bug!” He commanded. The copilot moved the little reminder indicator on the altimeter until it matched up with the needle on the gauge. The pilot did the same, using his right hand while concentrating on not letting the needle on the altimeter drop any further. Fortunately the Night Lark had been fitted with a very special altimeter, one that was more accurate than the standard one it had been originally equipped with. This one was accurate to plus or minus ten feet above 5o feet. So they didn’t have any fudge room, especially over a rough sea with swells up to fifteen feet.
“Landfall in two minutes. Firewall it now.” The nav said.
The pilot pushed the throttles to their stops. He didn’t worry too much about balancing them because speed was necessary. The Chinese radar would have a harder time pulling them out from the ground clutter even if they had spotted them. The big tail of the EC-97 was like a billboard as it reflected back the radar signal. Speed and course changes were necessary to remain undiscovered as well as avoid obstacles on the ground. The unsynced engines sent vibrations through the aft cabin area. All the crew could do was endure it. Fortunately they were already closely monitoring their equipment.
“Left ten, hold altitude.” The nav said as he followed his course plot on his map. Though it wasn’t there, he knew each turn of the route in his mind. He’d flown it twice before and had practiced it hundreds of times in his mind. His stopwatch was ticking away the seconds. “Right twenty and climb to nine hundred fifty.” He shouted.
The Night Lark’s nose quickly turned and pitched up to pop up to the altitude the nav had given. Both the pilot and copilot were sweating, they didn’t bother to look outside to see what was ahead, they just watched the instruments. It took another forty minutes, but they had reached the end of the valley they first saw on the map during briefing. “Fly a heading of three zero zero, climb to nine thousand feet, ease back to a cruise speed of one ninety.” Said the nav and all three left out a sigh of relief. They were inside China and no one knew they were anything but a Chinese Air Force cargo plane on a routine flight.
An hour later a high pitched voice on the intercom got everyone’s attention…”WE’VE GOT A MIG OFF OUR LEFT WING!”
To be continued…
I’ve pretty much got the kit buttoned up. I added the flaps and the remaining engine nacelles. Installed the horizontal stabs and touched up the paint as necessary. Now all I need to do is settle on some minimal markings and install a few antennas. Then I’ll shoot it against a couple different backgrounds and work a little photo editing magic to make it look somewhat realistic in flight.
Rocket Interceptor – The Story Chapter II
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The weather remained uncooperative for a test flight for several days. During this time Pop Pickering spend countless hours rehearsing procedures while sitting in the cockpit of the aircraft. He also traded ideas with the design team for future improvements and changes should the aircraft proved a viable one. The weatherman was forecasting clearing weather in the next twelve hours so preparations were being made to have the escort aircraft on hand for the launch as well as a target aircraft.
A Mosquito fighter bomber and a Hurricane fighter were assigned to accompany the rocket interceptor on its first flight. The Hurricane would fly observation a low altitude while the Mosquito would fly high altitude chase because of its speed.
“What is the top speed I might expect Professor.” Pop asked the designer.
“Four fifty knots. We have a speed governor set so if the aircraft goes any faster than that it will shut off the igniters and slow the aircraft. We can adjust it, but we felt we should keep it below five hundred knots for safety purposes.” Responded the Professor.
The little interceptor was wheeled out from its barn hanger and towed about a half mile to a section of roadway that had been leveled and widened. The rock pile walls that lined this roadway were moved back away from the road forty five more feet. All of the other obstructions were removed including several trees and two sign posts. From the air it probably didn’t look like a secret airstrip. There was only one real hazard, drainage ditch about a third of the way down crossed the road. There were no sides or rails to the bridge but one had to be definitely centered on the roadway when crossing that point.
As the fuel Lorries drove away leaving just a support jeep the Hurricane signaled its arrival by buzzing the roadway. On board the interceptor Pop switched on the master switch and the newly installed radio transceiver. This addition would allow him to talk to not only the accompanying aircraft but the ground team as well.
Carefully Pop ran down the checklist in preparation of launching this bat like aircraft on its maiden flight. Unlike maiden flights of other aircraft there were no spectators or press on hand to document it.
“Ready here.” Pop radioed.
“Tally Ho!” Replied the pilot of the Hurricane as he banked towards Pop’s aircraft.
Pop ease the throttles forward and the motors barked to life. The little ship started rolling gaining speed rapidly, as it crossed the bridge on the roadway Pop push the throttles to full power and pulled back on the stick. The aircraft literally leapt off the ground and started climbing. Pop retracted the landing gear and they indicated their closing with a thump. Pop eased back on the power, the Hurricane never stood a chance, it was already being left behind as the aircraft continued to accelerate and climb higher.
“Chase Two, Tally Ho!” Said the Mosquito pilot. He too had his throttles to the firewall trying to close the distance between them.
With the motors just above idle Pop put the aircraft through a series of turns, rolls and loops. The aircraft was a little heavy on the stick, but manageable. His limited fuel load limited how much time he could spend aloft. So he decided to see how fast he could go from fifteen thousand feet to forty thousand. With that he pushed the throttle lever all the way forward and pulled the stick back. Upward the ship soared leaving the Mosquito in a streak of vapor from its four rocket motors.
At forty thousand feet Pop cut the throttles and the little craft continued to climb. Rolling inverted he pointed the nose into a shallow dive and began a spiraling descent. He cut the power and tested the aircraft’s gliding performance. It wasn’t a glider but it was definitely nimble even at this altitude.
Descending down he continued to try different maneuvers including stalls. The canard never let the little ship break; it would just give a little slight tremble and sink a little. Even in accelerated stalls it never wanted to spin, Pop had to really work hard at inducing one, but it amounted to nothing that wasn’t recoverable from with just a couple hundred feet.
Allowing himself to get a bit distracted as he put the ship through its paces, he realized after a concerned call from the Mosquito pilot he had strayed outside his box of airspace. He religthed the motors using the last bit of fuel streaking across the sky back towards his starting point again passing both the Mosquito and the Hurricane in the process. He signaled his attention that he was going to land.
Descending down he lined up with the roadway. “Gear going down.” He stated. The Hurricane pilot was now able to match pace with the little craft.
“Gear appears full down.” Stated the Hurricane pilot.
“Roger. Setting flaps. Purging.” Pop stated as he completed items on his checklist.
The elevons both dropped, sagging to increase lift. A puff of white vapor indicated the purging of the propulsion system which startled the Hurricane pilot. He gave the aircraft a bit more room just in case this was an indication of something disastrous about to happen.
“She’s a bit sluggish and heavy feeling.” Pop reported. He aimed for touch down at the point on the roadway where the bridge was. This way if the little craft decided to veer he would be safely past it. As the wheels touched the ground he pulled the handle to release the drag chute, making sure to only pull it part way. The little chute deployed and as it did it pulled the nose wheel firmly to the ground and gently slowed the aircraft to a snails pace. A light tap on the brakes and Pop brought it to a complete stop.
The Hurricane pitched up and did a slow aileron roll in celebration of a successful first flight as it departed back towards its home airfield. Pop slid the canopy open and sent a thank you over the radio to the two chase plane pilots.
Two jeeps quickly arrived. One pulled in front to attach a tow bar the other from the rear to gather the drag chute and tail cone. In an hour the little aircraft was back inside the barn being closely inspected by the technicians. Pop was going over the flight with both the Professor and the Test Director. All three agreed that everything noted was minor and could be corrected.
The next step was to fly it again this time fully fueled and with its full compliment of ammunition. A call was placed to order an aircraft configured as a target tug. It was time to test its ability as a gun platform.
Rocket Interceptor – The Story
Posted by: | CommentsThe German’s were pounding our island nation day and night. Our boys in the RAF were doing everything they could to beat them back but Germany didn’t appear to be loosing their resolve. Well neither were we!
On a small country farm a project was coming to fruition for a new type of interceptor that could help destroy the waves of attacking enemy bombers. Our foe had developed a similar concept in their Messerschmitt 163 Komet. A little rocket powered plane that would swoop up to strike the US Army Air Corps B-17 and B-24 heavy bombers. Fortunately Jeri wasn’t having much luck with them. Sure they were inflicting some losses but they too were being shot down as they transitioned to landing. Sitting ducks as they were.
Inside what appeared to be a typical barn, filled with hay in fact held a small aircraft fabrication shop. Sitting in the middle of the main floor was a little bat like aircraft. It had a rather unique configuration, that being it sported a canard in front of the nose. Similar to what Orville and Wilbur Wright used on their first aircraft.
The canard had downward pointing vertical fins with small rudders which worked with two more vertical fins in the mid section of each wing. The wings themselves were very short, blending into the short but robust fuselage. On the tips of each of the wings was a rather large fairing which enclosed two small sphere shaped fuel tanks. The fairing looks more as if it were a large volume tip tank as it were.
Inside the round cross section of the fuselage held another two spherical shaped tanks as well as three large cylinders, cockpit and armament. The armament consisted of a 20mm cannon and a .50 cal Browning heavy machine gun. The cannon was liberated from a heavily damaged Spitfire which crash landed on a nearby farm. The .50 caliber machine gun was craftily obtained from the US Army for evaluation.
The weapons pod had the capacity of 30 rounds for the cannon and 300 rounds for the machine gun. Room for more of each was provided for but this was sufficient for test purposes. The weapon barrels fired from the lower front section of the nose, just underneath the canard. This kept gases and muzzle flash out of the pilot’s line of sight.
Four rocket motors propelled this bat like craft. Two motors were mounted on each wing inside a fairing about mid wing on the aft side. The rocket motors were stacked one on top of the other. The two upper rocket motors were linked and operated together, as were the two lower ones. This setup reduced the chances of adverse yaw from a motor on one side not firing off at the same time as the other.
Inside the cockpit there were two levers to control the rocket motors. One lever for each set of motors was provided with a somewhat different setup compare to conventional aircraft. One lever was on top of the control box, the other below. The one on top controlled the upper motors while the one below controlled the lower motors. The two were tied together in such a way that when the upper throttle had hit maximum power it advanced the lower throttle to give more thrust. Each could be operated independently should one or the other motors fail.
Below the throttle quadrant where two T-handles, each connected to a purge valve. The yellow colored one released pressure inside of the wing tip mounted fuel tanks supplying the rockets with fuel. The other had a red handle; it dumped the oxidizer from the large tank in the fuselage which exited through ports just aft of the dorsal fairing running from the canopy aft towards the tail.
On the floor one each side of the pilot’s seat were two handles which charged/cleared the weapons. A newer system would be incorporated once testing proved the aircraft viable.
The landing gear were of tricycle configuration, a rearward retracting nose gear which retracted into a bay between the two weapon barrels and each main gear retracted outward into the lower wing.
Control of pitch was both controlled by the canard mounted on the nose and elevons mounted on the wings. These elevons controlled roll as well as pitch. They could also be made to droop while the landing gear was down to increase lift at low speeds. This was only possible while the landing gear are down and locked the two being mechanically linked to a “flaps” lever in the cockpit.
To assist stopping there was a drag chute housed inside the tail cone of the fuselage. The pilot released this chute at or just before touch down of the main gear during landing or it could be deployed in an emergency to recover from a flat spin. The trick was not to pull the release handle too far. Pulling the handle part way deployed the chute, pulling it all the way released the chute. Get over zealous with the handle and you could deploy the chute and release it at the same time.
All of the aircraft’s electrical needs were supplied by a pair of batteries. One in each wing just forward of the main spar close to the wing/fuselage mounts. This was augmented by a small air driven generator inside the lower aft fuselage. Air entered an intake and turned the turbine producing electricity. It was not effective below 45 mph indicated airspeed. Therefore electrical power must be conserved. A more complex system would be designed later if the program was successful.
The sights for the cannon and machine gun were of a fixed iron sight type. Plans for an electrical sight were canceled because the powers at the government office of procurement would not consider the possibility of supplying one to the program. The pilot simply would line up the crosshairs with a dot for the machine gun and a circle for the cannon to point the weapons at the target. Each gun was operated by a separate lever on the control stick. Both could not be fired simultaneously.
The aircraft was essentially ready for test trials, first would be a test firing of the rocket motors. The Germans were using some volatile fuel for there propellants. If the two parts used came together even in small amounts it yield a violent reaction. Not so with the fuel used on this project. The two alone would not ignite or explode; they needed a third element…an arc of electricity. Inside each motor was a double set of ignitors. If one failed the backup allowed the motor to burn. If it too failed then it shut down that system. So if one side of the upper motors failed to ignite, it would shut down the opposite side as well. This measure prevented adverse yaw induced by an unbalance of nonsymmetrical thrust.
The morning of the rocket motor test was perfect. Fog so thick you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Mother Nature was helping to cloak the project from prying eyes.
The test pilot for the program was a tall lanky lad name Peter Orville Pickering better known to his friends as “Pop”. Peter “Pop” Pickering had just returned from a stint in the United States test flying new lend lease aircraft to check them before they were to be ferried over to England. He had also been given the chance to see some of the work the Yanks were doing in some of their design testing.
Wheeling out the ship was quickly handled; several workmen pushed it out into the yard adjacent to the barn. What took the longest was securing the aircraft to a series of anchors with heavy steel cables. Once that was done to the project supervisor satisfaction, two Lorries emerged out of the fog, having been parked at two different nearby farms. Each contained one of the necessary propellants for the ship. First the fuel was pumped into the one of the tanks in each wing. Then the oxidizer was pumped into the fuselage tank. Just enough of each to allow the four motors to burn for four minutes, no more.
Before making contact with the aircraft Pop made sure to ground himself off by touching the grounding cable connected to the aircraft. One end was connected to rod buried into the ground the other clamped onto a metal tie down eyelet on the aircraft. He kept a bare hand in contact with the aircraft at all times while he climbed up a ladder affixed to the aircraft. Once situated in the seat, secured by the harnesses he closed the canopy and affixed his oxygen mask and lowered his goggles. There was no radio installed but there was an interphone connection between the aircraft and the test director who was inside the farm house.
“Okay when you’re ready, master power switch to ‘On’.” The Test Director said.
Pop reached up and lifted the guard covering the switch and then flipped the master switch to “On”. He could hear the instrument gyros starting to power and wind up. “Master switch is on.” He replied.
“Start your checklist.” The Test Director said.
Pop followed the checklist item by item announcing each step over the intercom as his did. With a hesitation he moved the lever that pressurized the propulsion system. A tank of compressed inert gas mounted inside the fuselage was connected by high pressure tubing to the fuel and oxidizer tanks. This filled the tanks with gas pressure forcing each component into the manifold that controlled the flow and mixture of each into the rocket motors. When there was no explosion or warnings he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was finally ready to switch on the ignitors and ease the throttles forward to fire the rocket motors. He cracked open the upper throttle.
“Switching on ignitors!” He stated with both excitement and anticipation.
The ignitors could be heard clicking and the two opposing upper rocket motor blasted to life. The air was filled with a loud screaming sound which would only get louder as the motors were throttled up to full power.
Pop left the upper rocket motors on for about fifteen seconds then closed the throttle. Next he eased forward the lower throttle handle and the two opposing lower rocket motors barked to life. Again he let then fire for about fifteen seconds before shutting them down.
“Looked real impressive from out here, how was it inside?” The Test Director asked.
“Jolly good I’d say. I’m ready to have a go at the next step.” Pop replied. With that he again opened the upper throttle slowly. The two motors barked to life sending a flame several feet in length behind the aircraft. The noise increased, sounding like several freight trains bearing down on to the farm. He kept advancing the throttles until the upper motors were at full power. Hesitating only briefly he kept advancing the lever until he felt the lower motors come to life. The little aircraft was straining against the resistance of the anchors. He pushed the throttle lever all the way to the stop. All four rocket motors were now at full power. Then suddenly there was silence. The fuel was exhausted.
“Switching off the ignitor circuit.” Pop said over the intercom as he closed down the switch guard this turned the switch off.
“Open purge valve.” Stated the Test Director.
Pop reached down and turned a large round knob clockwise; this opened a dump valve which purged any remaining fuel and oxidizer from the entire system. It sounded like a short blast on a steam whistle. Satisfied and verified by the ground crew, Pop secured all of the levers and switches, double checking each before undoing his oxygen mask and disconnecting the intercom connection from his helmet.
A technician was on the ladder and slid open the canopy. He reached in to congratulate Pop with a handshake. The Test Director emerged into view and asked if Pop was ready to see if it would fly. Pop now standing in the cockpit replied. “I’m ready! All we need is this fog to lift.”
Continue on to Chapter Two.
