A Sense of Occasion and Sense of Purpose
Throughout my career, mainly in the
Motor industry then with my security equipment/consultancy business
when travelling plus of course private family travel, I always felt a
Sense of Occasion, an adventure if you will.Pilots of aircraft
commercial and military , I feel do their job with a Sense of
Purpose.
With these thoughts, so it was that I
read the book QF32 the story of engine failures on an Airbus, the
largest of the series the A380, by its Captain one Richard Crespigny
a very descriptive writer telling of his and associated personnels
experiences in getting their stricken aircraft back to the safety of
terror ferma and its attendant emergency crews and aircraft staff in
order to clear the plane of endangered individuals – its
passengers. A Scense of Purpose I would say.
As a passenger for the Austin Motor
Company and later The British Motor Corpporation and because I mostly
flew over eight hours to distant places, I traveled first class and
so was 'Up front and Personal' a term I will use from time to time in
this little story of mine.
A little house keeping,to say that most
of my early career in the 1960's is covered in my blog space
http://thinktrue2008.blogspot.com
and covers mainly my time as first a graduate trainee and later a
design engineer trucks, on going to represent The Austin Motor
Company ; The British Motor Corporation around the World visiting
over seventy countries in the fields of Service' Sales' Assembly plant
monitoring and special operations and investigations where it called
for one man to go in alone take action where appropiate. A period was
spent with Chysler International in London and Geneva. Whew that
covered a mutitude of sins I can tell you.
What matters in this story, is that
after Technical College I somehow ended up as a product of the
Graduate School of Thermodynamics and Related Studies at the
University of Birmingham, England and a place where I really found my
taste for matters outside the square and learned to say so. As at the
Austin I seemed to be chosen as the union leader of some kind, which
launched me into the fiery area of the big boys, well they said they
were, anyway.
Here we go===== A story of Engineering
daring do; Oil; Airplanes and their fliers and the Sense of Purpose
and Ocassion, not forgetting the power and influence of major
corporations and governments surrounding in the main AEROPLANES and
their PILOTS.
Way back in ancient time, around early
1940's the United Kingdom and the USA decided to block the oil routes
out of the middle east ie the Persian Gulf for any tanker sailing
for the destination – Japan, a real time blockade to keep that
country firmly at home. Later when I travelled, the Foreign Office
requested we use the term The Gulf which we did I suppose, when we
felt like it.
Told in full by Daniel Yergin in his
book 'The Prize' The epic quest for oil money and power, I will give
a few thoughts on Pilots sense of purpose and finite quantities of
Coal and Aviation fuel. The story goes that a Japanese
battle fleet left Tokio, led by an Aircraft Carrier and its Admiral
and bound for Honalulu and the US Pacific fleet base.
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Off they went and when they got near,
the Admiral (boss) said what is the American fleet doing,? nothing
boss came the reply. Then the first critical question, how many
tonnes of coal do we have?
Not a lot was the answer and a tonnage
given. Well here was a situation of Sense of Purpose and a worry
about finite quantity of coal. Nearer the target a new problem arose
that of a finite amount of fuel for the light bomber aircraft. The
boss was told they had X amount fuel and Y number of aircraft to
attack sleepy Honalulu and its American Pacific fleet.
At about this time a bright spark came
up with the idea that if , not all of the fighters came back then
they would have sufficient fuel to take both fire power and much
damage that could be inflicted by aircraft hitting the targets where
the pilots could see available targets, aim their aircraft and get up
Close and Personal. Well for the Emperor and little old Japan , young
top guns volenteered and the rest is history as they say. Whoops, not
quite, the dasterdly honorable deeds done, the fleet turned around and
headed home and apparantly just making base with only a small amount
of that finite load of coal.
Thinking about that 'Sense of Purpose'
of those pilots one wonders what they thought as they targeted the
American Pacific Fleet in Pearl Harbour. My guess is, they totally
concentrated on positioning their aircrafts to approach the targets
side on, release projectiles then at the last moment they trimmed
their aircraft, to the now very visible ship of choice and finally
become 'Up close and Personal'.Whatever the world thought of their
act, they were indeed aircraft pilots with a ' Sense of Purpose' and
dedicated in placing their aircraft where they wanted it to be and a
black Sense of occasion.
Many years later a similar incident
occurred on the eleventh day of the ninth month in the year two
thousand and one, now known as nine eleven (911) a number not lost on
many, as a number all Americans know by heart as their national
emergency number 911, nine one one and few are unlikely to forget in
a hurry. OK, fellows after taking over the cockpits of passenger jets
had the same objective as those 'Zero pilots' at Pearl Harbour. At
best they could point the aircraft towards their target building
and 'Get up close and Personal' . Again the rest is history, now in
this year of 2015 the USA has started to move on.
The Boeing aircraft had very
conventional controls that even a chap like me can understand and
possibly handle. As the aircraft were not required to land and only
change speed a little, then guide to their destination not far off
the ground. Had the aircraft been of Airbus manufacture with controls
like those of the Qantas Pilot on QF32, with its side control stick
and hands off when you have decided your move and the computors
follows that instruction, there would been little likelyhood of the
terrible incident occuring.
Now lets have a lighter tale of two
chaps in one little vehicle and one lady in an aeroplane – the
time, the early to mid 1930's all with 'A sense of Ocassion' ; 'Sense
of Purpose' and adventure. thrown into one. The story goes, that two
well educated gentlemen A Cameron Gilg and Walter Kay with a little
money, decided to drive a Soft top Morris Eight from London to Cape
Town. The route would be down through France and Spain, over to
Morroco, turn left along to Algeria, turn right and south heading for
Kenya , Rhodesia and on to South Africa. A marvelous story of daring
do with a Sense of Purpose and Occasion. An RAC publication – Turn
Left – The Riffs Have Risen By A. Cameron Gilg. It took until 1981
for Mr Gilg, for the tail to be told.
Anyway, they arrived at the rail head
south of Algiers where they met French Foreign Legion staff officers
and of course with that rank there was a Hotel, which they booked in
after the car had been covered against sand and dust. Beni-Ounif was
the name of the town which was situated at the real begining of the
desert Sahara and the place where at first the authorities were
reluctant to let the two Englishmen and their tiny car proceed
further, as this was definitely big car country.
Being inquisitive they looked down the
register to 1930 and there behold was the signature of Amy Johnson,
when apparantly she had to make her forced landing, for what I know
not. There had only been five English visitors in those three years
to the 1933 visit of the Morris eight.
Amy Johnson had to make a critical
decision and it was furtunate that there was a flat rail head within
sight of mountains. I wonder what was going through her mind as she
approached level ground near the railway, that lady with a Sense of
Purpose. There was a book with her log published all out of print –
any ideas. The only definate thing I found was that her sponsor was
Lord Wakefield , of Castrol Oil founder I wonder!. Well Amy got to
Australia and the two lads with their Morris eight got to Cape Town
via Salisbury , Southern Rhodesia and they went to a Rugby match, the
visiting team was no less than from – you quessed it, Australia. On
the third of September 1971 aboard a 707, QF168 Myself Patricia and
our children Timothy and Samantha arrived Melbourne en route for
Adelaide .A sense of occasion? Oh yes, because I expected a job with
Chrysler Australia and ended up in Sydney with ,my old company BMC
Australia as Export Manager for the change to Leyland Australia.
It was also a Sense of occasion because
at Adelaide Airport we were some how met by a very nice couple ,who
welcomed us to Australia. How times have changed and that act remains
to this day in my work and papers for refugees. When ever I meet a
person from say the Sudan pushing a Supermarket trolley, I always say
hello and introduce myself, always receptive and more so, if I tell
them I have travelled in their homeland- Great people all and here
for the long run, whether they are standard migrants or asylum seeker
cum refugees, the same applies and quite frankly I never ask, it
just does not matter.
Only the other day a train arrived in
Frankfurt or was it Munich Germany with refugees from Syria and a
crowd of local people welcomed it verbably and with food and water
plus a child handing out sweets to other children. Anyway one
refugee, when asked what he thought of the welcome, he responded
“Nice, very very nice.” Well now, that man would have started out
with a Sense of Purpose and certainly ended up with a Sense of
Ocassion. I know a couple of Prime Ministers who have been
encouraged to think on these things and are at last taking appropiate
action however small, since the photos of that boy dead on a beach.
Some where over there, is a family, a
Mum and Dad and their children, who had set out from Syria with a
Sense of Purpose, to reach the safety of a welcoming people. One day
soon they will meet wth an Australian immigration official and the
offer of asylum here. When they arrive, oh what a Sense of Occasion
for them and all of us will have, as they step off the plane.
I personally hope that all in detention
here, whichever way they arrived, will be pardoned and brought from
from Manus; Christmas and Nuaru Isands plus Australian centres, and
introduced to our incredible society.
Ah, yes was it the Frankfurter Hof I
stayed at, way back in time and was it the Rhine Blitz I had arrived
on from the north, maybe not, anyway , I had a Sense of Occasion,
nice, very very nice.
There were two books published on the
successful saving of stricken aircraft. One the story of the Qantas
Airbus QF32, by Captain Richard De Crespigny, mentioned at the
beginning of my blog The story by him of the,safe conclusion to a
harrowing return to Singapore, landing and saving the lives of crew
and passengers. The Airbus A380 had an engine on fire, in which the
computors did their best to keep the engine running, for awhile,
until the computor savvy Captain and crew, got the better of it. Mind
you, had Singapore had the mighty Chubb Fire tenders , then it may
have been easier for the tender to lob-in great quantities of foam,
directly into air intake. Good result and I am certain it was a
gratifying Sense of Occasion, to achieve what the crew did. I mention
the Chubb tender, because ,my late friend and University Graduate
school colleage, one Toney Marshall was the General manger at time of
its development. Whilst we are on Aircraft, my main colleage in the
Graduate School of Thermodyanics, still standing I gather, did work
on the Concord engine air intakes, I will shut up here as I would go
about the wonderful world of Shock Waves and how another chap and I
took the first colour photograghs of Shock Waves in Air
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The second recent book was by the
Captain who ditched his US Airways Airbus A320-214, flight 1549,.on
New Yorks, Hudson river and with the prompt assistance of the
Circular Line ferry boat and others, all passengers and crew were
safely evacuated. The book 'Highest Duty' and the Captain one Chesley
'Sully” Sullenberger, appeared with great fanfare a little later.
Sense of Ocassion, certainly for all concerned, especially when they
were assisted off the stricken plane plus for the Pilot and his
family on meeting his President at a ball. This Captain as the Qantas
fello used all his skills and knowledge of his aircraft to achieve a
positive outcome. Good training of course.
I wrote to both these gentlemen
-without response – saying how I enjoyed their books and asked two
questions.
- How many Left Hand threaded parts, if any, are in there a Rolls Royce Trent Jet engine.
- What was the Nick-Name of the old Pan- American Pilots. No one seems to know.
Any ideas any one.
In my library there is indeed a book
about a man and an aircraft type, which comes into the category of
this blog title.
The book 'Duel in the Dark', the author
Peter Townsend. First published by Harrap in 1986. Peter became Group
Captain Peter Townsend , CVO; DSO; DFC and Bar and Equerry to HM King
George V1 1944 to 1952.
The story is all about his relationship
with a special operation at an airfield I know in Kent England. It
was a Hawker Hurrican, Night Fighter Squadron which went up in the
dark at the time of the 'London Blitz'. At that time, to make it more
difficult for the German aircraft to spot,. The planes were painted
Black. Eventually the Luftwaffe fighter planes were also pianted
Black.
In the book there is a photo of a
London street with its bombed houses partialy or completely
demolished. It so reminded me of a street my late brother in law, one
Alan Hall, took Patricia and
I, to see the street where he lived
during that terrible period in Londons history. He showed us that
even in the late 1990's the patching up of some and complete rebuild
of others, was evident indeed.
Alans wife , the late sister of mine,
of course knew Alans child hood home well enough. Their two children
, I know not, they were not mentioned at the time. Good people my
Sister and brother in - law.
Peter Townsend, I believe was the chap
who wanted to marry Princess Margaret, but was thwarted by the PM of
the day and the current occupier of Buckingham Palace, Regretfully
her sister died a distressed woman, in my opinion. The good
Peter Townsend married and went to live in France. What can I say.
Sense of Ocassion – Here is the story
of Moi and Blue-Moon Jack a most risky encounter.July 2015 was the
Blue Moon month and lived up to its reputation. On my local radio a
young chap said have you heard the Barking Owls making their barking
sound all night and Fox's too. Well animals and I am certain humans
also, do odd tings on Blue Moon.
Well now, it was a unusually warm day
at Blue Moon time and moi was having an afternoon rest , on a garden
lounger and apparrantly fell asleep. Patricia was upstairs in bed. My
dear lady was getting up and looked out of the bedroom window, to see
a full mature big Red Bellied Black snake, approach a sleeping Mal,
he looked up, went back a bit then went under my lounger and stopped,
he was the length of my repose. I awoke to see Patricia at the window
with her finger to her mouth Ssssh and pointed at the snake. I looked
and said under my breath G'day, now bugger off, to which he lifted
his head looked back at me and moved slowly along the house and into
the foilage.
When out in the middle of winter they
are at their most aggressive, our snake had a bump in his body, so
probably had just taken a bird or mouse. I called him Blue Moon Jack,
because only males are daft enough to be out in winter. The snake had
a Sense of Purpose and I and Patricia certainy had a Sense of
Ocassion. As Agatha Christies, Hercule Poirot, would say “A
Situation Most Dangerous”
The next day Jack was out again sunning
himself near by , half out of an old stump and grassy under growth
and Patricia photographted him, a most magnificent example of an
Australian Red Bellied Black Snake ---- named Jack.
Bye for now
Malcolm Mason
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