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From the carrier launch in total darkness to the gut-dropping rolls through enemy antiaircraft fire, Peter Hunt puts you in the pilot’s seat for the flight of your life.
Moments after Desert Storm began, bomber pilot Pete Hunt was in the air over the Persian Gulf. Hunt saw it all, and this is his electrifying account. Tested to the max, flying all night, every night for weeks on end, Hunt executed dozens of missions—from carpet bombing to dropping deadly five-hundred-pound cluster bombs with pinpoint precision; from supporting Marines on the ground to bombing fleeing Iraqis along the blood-soaked “highway of death.”
His A-6 jet was a wide-open target for the blazing antiaircraft fire streaking up to destroy it. Escaping this deadly blizzard of fire made setting the A-6 back down on a little deck in a big ocean seem almost easy. But Hunt, like the rest of his squadron, the VA-145 Swordsmen—honored as the premier Attack Squadron in the United States Navy for 1991—was just doing his job: keeping America free.
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- Published on: 2002-08-27
- Released on: 2002-08-27
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From the carrier launch in total darkness to the gut-dropping rolls through enemy antiaircraft fire, Peter Hunt puts you in the pilot?s seat for the flight of your life.
Moments after Desert Storm began, bomber pilot Pete Hunt was in the air over the Persian Gulf. Hunt saw it all, and this is his electrifying account. Tested to the max, flying all night, every night for weeks on end, Hunt executed dozens of missions?from carpet bombing to dropping deadly five-hundred-pound cluster bombs with pinpoint precision; from supporting Marines on the ground to bombing fleeing Iraqis along the blood-soaked ?highway of death.?
His A-6 jet was a wide-open target for the blazing antiaircraft fire streaking up to destroy it. Escaping this deadly blizzard of fire made setting the A-6 back down on a little deck in a big ocean seem almost easy. But Hunt, like the rest of his squadron, the VA-145 Swordsmen?honored as the premier Attack Squadron in the United States Navy for 1991?was just doing his job: keeping America free.
About the Author
Peter Hunt was born in Northport, New York, in 1962 and joined the United States Navy in 1985. After pilot training he was transferred to Naval Air Station Whidbey Island, Washington, to fly A-6 attack jets. During his active duty, he flew 2,180 hours, 45 combat missions in Operation Desert Storm, and made 450 carrier-arrested landings. He completed three deployments of six months each to the Western Pacific, Indian Ocean, and Persian Gulf: two on the U.S.S. Ranger, and one on the U.S.S. Kitty Hawk. He left active duty in 1995 and currently lives in Washington State with his wife and two children. Hunt now works as a pilot with one of the world’s largest airlines.
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And the rockets’ red glare . . .
The Persian Gulf, 0150 Hours, 17 January 1991
The ready room went stone silent as the ship’s MC public address system became audible, and Captain Ernest E. Christensen Jr., the commanding officer of USS Ranger, began to speak:
In August last year Iraq invaded and dismantled a country, Kuwait. That country has virtually ceased to exist. Iraq’s armed forces occupy Kuwait--approximately 530,000 men in 41 divisions. They man the KTO. In October, the United Nations resolved that if Iraq did not withdraw from Kuwait by 15 January force would be authorized. The time for Iraq to withdraw has passed. United Nations coalition forces are now authorized to use force. On 16 January the National Command Authority declared DEFCON Two.
A few minutes ago I was informed by our operational commander, Rear Admiral Zlatoper, that the president has ordered the U.S. Central Command to engage Iraq in hostilities.
Few Americans are as privileged to stand up and be counted. . . . We have been given the honor of representing our country in combat. We are here in this moment in history. We volunteered for this duty. We are trained for this day. We are ready for this day.
Ranger will launch . . . Air Wing Two will strike . . . targets within Iraq this morning. We shall make our presence felt. This ship . . . this air wing . . . these staffs . . . will make in history a measurable difference on this day, and on the days to follow.
The wing will fly tonight and tomorrow and in the days that follow. . . .
From those of us who cannot go . . . we wish you good luck. For those of us who steam, fuel, feed, arm, and launch the aircraft on this ship . . . we are greatly counted upon, for what we do here in the near future will guarantee what this nation does in the far future.
To the air wing . . . Godspeed, good hunting . . . keep your powder dry and your knots up. For the rest of us . . . let’s go get ‘em!1
The aviator-filled room projected an aura of unease at the solemn tone and content of Captain Christensen’s speech. This was definitely not the routine rendition of the ship’s progress through cruise that the flight crews were used to digesting. The Attack Squadron 155 (call sign “Jakals”) commanding officer continued with his strike briefing to the packed ready room, standing room only as those not actually involved in the strike filled in the back to listen to the plan. Sixty minutes had passed since we had first sat down, and the Jakal CO was reaching the end point of his brief.
“Last words, let’s make sure that our flight suits are sanitized.” He tore the Velcro-backed name tag with “CO” written on it off of his flight suit, the last step in ensuring a minimum of information to any potential Iraqi captors. The sound of tearing Velcro reverberated throughout the ready room.
1. Thanks to Ranger’s 1991 cruisebook for jogging my memory of the exact wording of the speech Captain Christensen gave to the ship on 17 January.
The brief had been quick and concise--virtually everyone flying the mission had been intimately involved in the planning and had flown the practice strike three days earlier. The briefing was more of a final review and update for any latechanging information. The individual mission components of bombers, fighters, radar jammers, high-speed antiradiation missile (HARM) shooters, and tankers broke off into separate groups to discuss their plans in greater detail. The room emptied until only the six Intruder bomber crews remained, and even this final face-to-face went exceedingly quickly. We all knew what to do; there was simply nothing left but to get on with it.
Rivers and I made the long walk forward to our ready room in silence, absorbing the strange stares of the sailors in the passageway. They knew that we were preparing for a flight quite different from what Ranger had grown accustomed to launching. I opened the bright green door, barely glancing at the finely painted logo “VA-145 Swordsmen”and walked directly toward the schedule board behind the squadron duty officer’s desk. Next to our names was the side number of our Intruder for the mission, 502, with the ordnance load out in bright red. All five of the A-6’s bomb stations were filled--two with six rockeye cluster bombs apiece, one with a HARM missile, and one with an ALQ-126 jamming pod to confuse the SA-6 surface-to-air missile (SAM) radar. The SA-6 was a particularly lethal SAM. The last station held a center drop tank to carry an additional 2,700 pounds of fuel. No surprises here. Rivers and I wrote down the appropriate weights for 502 and her load for the catapult shot, gave it to the duty officer, and sat down for a final redundant review of the briefing checklist. It took all of five minutes.
“Had enough, Rivs?” I had. The standing around was too much.
“Let’s get geared up; I’d rather wait on deck.” I followed Rivers down the passage to the pararigger shop, where we joined our fellow Swordsmen crews.
Nobody said a word as they suited up. The parariggers stood by, ready to assist in any way they could, mildly out of place not wearing flight gear, with a look of concern in their eyes. The TV was tuned to CNN, with the volume turned all the way down. It was absolutely quiet while the aviators got dressed. Outside in the passageway, I could barely discern that the ship’s 1MC loudspeaker was alive; Admiral Zlatoper was speaking, but none of us could make out the words. Snax walked into the room with his camera hanging around his neck.
“Snax, did you catch that on the MC?” I figured that whatever the battle group admiral had to say, it was probably more important than calling away “sweepers” for the ship’s nightly cleaning.
“The battle group launched Tomahawks a couple of hours ago. We’re officially attacking Iraq.”
Oh, shit. It seemed less likely by the second that our mission would be scrubbed in a last-minute peace deal. I just nodded my head, uncharacteristically at a loss for a smart-ass retort.
The audience, half clad in their bulky flight gear, cumulatively switched their attention back to the TV, where the backdrop was Baghdad. Everyone in the room froze. Snax reached to turn up the volume, and the reporter’s voice became audible.
“There are explosions in Baghdad; I repeat, there are explosions in Baghdad. Hostilities have commenced.” We had known about it for the past ten seconds. CNN finally scooped by the navy.
The noise of the TV blended into the background clutter, and the four Attack Squadron 145 Swordsmen crews completed their silent routine of dressing and getting psyched up for the hop. Rivers and I were in the fourth bomber slated to cross the beach; Fang and Beef were in the fifth. Our sister A-6 squadron, radio call sign “Jakals,” preceded us in the one-through-three positions. Both of the dedicated HARM missile shooter A-6s were Swordsmen. Each carried a load out of four of the radar homing missiles. The pararigger shop emptied slowly, each pair of aviators maintaining crew integrity and not straying off, sticking together as if they were already strapped next to one another in their red-lit cockpits. It was human nature to grasp out for the known and familiar, the close proximity of a comrade, and the snug fit of the flight gear.
The feelings of patriotism and political calculation that had been steadily growing for the past weeks were thrust to the back of my consciousness, all considerations pushed aside except for those necessary to get bombs on target. Rivers and I filed out last, deliberate in our movements and slow in their execution. We were striving to reach that meditative state of self-assurance where you were untouchable, completely in control of your emotions, utterly in command of your faculties. You were the person in charge, you were taking the action that others would have to react to. Nobody could hurt you; they might kill you, but they could not hurt you because you would not allow yourself to be bothered with the hurt. It was all part of the preparation process, building a frame of mind conducive to action and the exclusion of second-guessing and hesitation. The time for that was past, the plan was made, the groundwork complete, for better or worse it was all real time and operational from here on out. Time to go to work.
We took one last swing through the ready room to check out our pistols. Rivers picked up one of the squadron 45s, and I took my personal 9mm from home out of the safe. I holstered the handgun, and opened the large front pocket in my SV-2 survival vest to make room for two extra ammunition clips. I pushed the shot kits with their anti-nerve agent atropine and accelerator slightly to the side, and squeezed the bullet magazines next to my folded “blood chit.” The blood chit was a survival parchment that explained in Arabic and Farsi who I was if I was found after an ejection and how a reward would be given to anyone who would assist in my evasion. This represented a real act of desperation if it came down to the blood chit saving our asses, but you never knew. Rivers and I took the long walk across the ready room with a great attempt at nonchalance, doing our best not to look around but to maintain our focus on the next few hours. A few “good lucks” were shouted out, but the serious tones and lack of true spontaneity belied any comfort they might provide. The ready room door hit me in the ass on the way out.
Rivers and I faced each other on the moving escalator as we were carried up the three levels, each of us at a compete loss for anything to say. Rivers had a big, dumb grin on his face, and who knows what idiotic expression I had on mine. The closer we got to our jet the easier it became; as with everything on the ship, the waiting was the worst. What we needed to do was strap in...
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The Gulf War Experiences Of a Navy Pilot
By Owen Hodge
Peter Hunt is uniquely positioned to write a memoir of the Gulf War. His parents lived for several years in the Middle East. His uncle served as Ambassador to the UN during the conflict. Hunt was, and is, a pilot with the highest level of professional skill. He is also an honest, intelligent, and reflective writer, a careful observer of others and of himself. Hunt gives us the story from his point of view as a navy A-6 pilot, deftly moving back and forth in time from training to combat to shipboard monotony. He recounts his fear of being killed and his fear of inflicting death upon innocent civilians. Hunt's strongest quality is his ability to depict the intensity of the trust, and comraderie of the members of his squadron, especially regarding the man he most respects, Lieutenant Commander Rivers. Hunt has important things to say about the effect of military reform on the pilots who bear responsibility for success of the missions assigned them. Given the fact that US air power may soon be asked to defeat Saddam Hussein, this book is a must read; a way to know who will be sent to war and what will be asked of them.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Interesting book about fighting Desert Storm from the air
By David Traill
There aren't a lot of books by former naval avaitors about flying and fighting during Desert Storm. This book is also rarer since the platform he flew, the A-6 Intruder, has been retired despite several advantages over its replacement, the F/A-18. The book describes the working up period prior to deploying to the Arabian Gulf, shipboard life, as well as the buildup and actual fighting done during Desert Storm from his carrier. The wrting isn't as gripping as a professional writer would do, but nonetheless is an authentic account from a unique source. Overall, I was gald to have had the opportunity to learn more about what makes combat and naval aviation so much more different than what land-based forces go through. As a book to throw in your bag for a weekend reading source, this will be fine.
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
As real as it gets!
By John Redmund
This is the real deal. As a former Navy pilot myself, I can tell you this book smacks you down in the pilot's seat, tosses you around, shoots at you (and lets you shoot back), and doesn't let you go until Saddam is begging for mercy. Quite simply, a great war yarn, with surprising personality and wit for a new and relatively unknown writer.
I look forward to future work from this up and coming writer.
Buy it - you won't be sorry.
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