Lightning shootdown of Harrier?
Lightning shootdown of Harrier?
I don't recall a shootdown. However, if my Keo addled memory serves correctly, there was an unfortunate in-flight incident concerning a Boscombe based Harrier which resulted in the aircraft continuing unmanned. I can't bring to mind the ultimate fate of the aircraft.
I think that was perhaps the late '80's.
I think that was perhaps the late '80's.
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There was a Harrier from Dunsfold in which an incapacitated pilot was lost in the late 80s/early 90s - continued out in to the Atlantic shadowed by several other fighters. It wasn't shot down though, crashed after fuel exhaustion.
Similar to the Payne Stewart Learjet (and Tom Lampitt in a UK Beech 200 many years ago).
Similar to the Payne Stewart Learjet (and Tom Lampitt in a UK Beech 200 many years ago).
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Can't remember the date exactly, but the Harrier was on a test flight out of Dunsfold.
A/c climbed to 2000ft on a westerly hdg, conatcted Farnborough for climb. Duly arranged by Farnborough controller with LTMA CSC and the (then) HURN CSC.
A/c then climbed to FL330 (?) rapidly, still HDG west. Nothing more heard from pilot, a/c continued westerly track. D&D alerted.
An hour or so later a USAF C5 Galaxy was vectored alongside the Harrier and reported that "there was no-one in the cockpit". They videoed the Harrier continuing west, with seat, a broken canopy and no pilot. It eventually ran out of fuel an crashed in the Atlantic.
Several days later unfortunate pilot's body was found on Salisbury Plain somewhere
As I recall the seat had fired the drogue through the canopy for some reason with fatal results. There was some speculation about a loose article ( red light?) and the pilot adjusting the seat height.
Others will know more, but that's as I recall it.
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A/c climbed to 2000ft on a westerly hdg, conatcted Farnborough for climb. Duly arranged by Farnborough controller with LTMA CSC and the (then) HURN CSC.
A/c then climbed to FL330 (?) rapidly, still HDG west. Nothing more heard from pilot, a/c continued westerly track. D&D alerted.
An hour or so later a USAF C5 Galaxy was vectored alongside the Harrier and reported that "there was no-one in the cockpit". They videoed the Harrier continuing west, with seat, a broken canopy and no pilot. It eventually ran out of fuel an crashed in the Atlantic.
Several days later unfortunate pilot's body was found on Salisbury Plain somewhere
As I recall the seat had fired the drogue through the canopy for some reason with fatal results. There was some speculation about a loose article ( red light?) and the pilot adjusting the seat height.
Others will know more, but that's as I recall it.
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I recall a story in Germany in the 1970s that may have started the legend, and certainly predates the Dunsfold incident. There was a tale (inevitably "before you were here") of a Harrier that had continued flying after the pilot had opted for a Martin Baker letdown.
Continued flying east towards the (then) baddies....... Lightning Battle Flight from Gutersloh were scrambled ....... but the jet crashed of its own accord before the shootdown was needed.
Story as above was current at Gutersloh in the late 70s, but don't know if any more truth in it....
Continued flying east towards the (then) baddies....... Lightning Battle Flight from Gutersloh were scrambled ....... but the jet crashed of its own accord before the shootdown was needed.
Story as above was current at Gutersloh in the late 70s, but don't know if any more truth in it....
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There is (and I sit to be corrected) an F105 in the USAF museum in Ohio from which the pilot ejected after some problems, the airplane righted itself and continued on to pancake into a field. It was subsequently refurbed and put back into service.
All typos and memory lapses are age induced and nothing to do with the blood in my alchohol stream
All typos and memory lapses are age induced and nothing to do with the blood in my alchohol stream
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PT6ER, reminds me of a tale in Flying about US Doctor who breathed in unhealthy amounts of CO2 in his PA-24 one night and passed out... the aircraft on autopilot and well trimmed overshot its destination and ran out of fuel...
The Good Doctor came to with a stonking headache and found himself sitting in the aircraft which had made a perfect wheels up landing in a snow covered field. So far as I can remember damage was light and the aircraft flew again.
The Good Doctor came to with a stonking headache and found himself sitting in the aircraft which had made a perfect wheels up landing in a snow covered field. So far as I can remember damage was light and the aircraft flew again.
I'm with teeteringhead on this one. Story has been aired on the mil forum a couple of times in the last couple of years, and the consensus was that although a Harrier did head east after the pilot had abandoned its trusty steed, the Lightning Battle Flight didn't shoot it down; rather the aircraft crashed of its own accord.
There was an article in one of the magazines by the pilot of the Gutersloh Harrier. He suffered a bird strike at low level and banged out. The blast from the seat cleared the debri from the front of the air intake and, with power restored and in perfect trim, the Harrier climbed away until it crashed in Holland.
Here is the full story as told by the pilot.......
Ejection from a Harrier
by
Air Commodore Peter Taylor AFC
At about midday on May 4,1972, I ejected from Harrier GR1 XV794 in northern Germany. I was not hurt and, on the face of it, that could have been the whole story. Except that it wasn't. There was a bit more to it than that, and as this month's Today's Pilot features an article on ejection seats, Editor Dave Unwin thought you might like to read the whole story.
Casting my mind back to the early 1970s, the Harrier had only recently been introduced into the RAF. In 1971, the Wildenrath Wing in RAF Germany had been formed with 3, 4 and 20 Squadrons and I was posted to 4 Squadron as a Flight Commander. The early Harrier was a tremendous aeroplane, albeit a bit of a handful. I think most of us had great respect for her and simply couldn't get airborne often enough. However, a combina_tion of a novel aircraft, demanding operational flying, and a general lack of experience resulted in occasional accidents and incidents. We had our share at Wildenrath, and the Station Commander, Gp Capt George Black, would 'encourage' us to the effect that while we could and should press on operationally, we should do so with care!
Denmark, for a ten-day exchange visit On the morning of May 4,1 was tasked to lead a four-ship attack mission on several targets in the Flensburg area of Northern Germany. The formation was also to be attacked by two other Squadron Harriers which were acting as enemy defensive fighters armed with simulated air-to-air missiles and guns. The planning and briefing for this type of sortie was lengthy and very thorough. I remember filling at least two blackboards with administrative and operational detail.
At the appointed hour, six aircraft were allocated to us and the four attack pilots and their two defensive counterparts gathered for the brief_ing. This lasted about an hour. However, as the briefing progressed, kept getting messages that first one aircraft, then another, then another had all become unserviceable. In the end, there was just one available:
mine! There was no alternative but to go on the sortie by myself, converting the profile to a solo attack/ recce mis_sion. So much for planning!
At about midday, I got airborne in XV 794, turned south and headed for my first target, flying at 420 knots and 250ft AGL. All went well until I was preparing to attack my second target. I had just looked into the cockpit to re-arrange my maps, when looking up I saw a formation of three large (they have got much larger over the years!) birds flying straight at me. Instinctively, I pushed forward. I missed two of the birds, but the third went straight into the intake.
There followed an almighty bang, fol_lowed by some rather worrying mechanical noises from the normally robust Pegasus 100 engine. Clearly, it did not like what was going on. I noticed that the RPM was just below idle, the JPT in the middle of its range, height 200ft and speed about 400 knots, although rapidly declining.
Generally, I was in open country, which was fairly flat with a few houses in my path. I opened and shut the throttle, but nothing much seemed to happen. I broadcast a quick 'MAYDAY' but since I was quite low, I had no great expectation that anyone would hear me. Since I had made up my mind that the engine had suffered what sound_ed like catastrophic damage, I turned my mind to what to do next. (In reali_ty, I said to myself: "I'd better jump out quite soon or I'm going in with the aeroplane!") Then, exactly as you read it in books and newspapers, I saw that I was still close re to houses, and steered the aircraft away from them towards open ground as best I could. Time was now getting short, and as I reached open ground, I saw a small hill ahead with trees at the summit. I pointed the aircraft at the hill, took one last look at the height and speed (100ft and 200 knots respectively) trimmed the aircraft straight and level, tightened my straps, and pulled the handle.
I recall everything working perfectly in my Martin-Baker Mk9 seat. I was quickly in my parachute and heading for a field full of cows. Also in the field were some quite large concrete blocks, and remembering a parachuting tech_nique I had learned some 17 years pre_viously, I steered myself away from the blocks, and executed a hard, but per_fectly serviceable, 'side-right' landing.
The whole event had taken less than 60 seconds.
To my astonishment, I saw the air_craft continuing to fly beautifully in a slight climb away from me to the north. I cannot tell you the feelings I had as I watched what now seemed to be a perfectly serviceable aircraft leaving the scene of my ejection. Indeed, the aircraft eventually flew into cloud at about 7,000ft and disap_peared from sight.
Except for the cows, I was now com_pletely alone in a field in Northern Germany with no means of communi_cation, a used parachute, the remains of an ejection seat and no method of transport. I had also forgotten in the heat of the moment that on ejection, a radio signal was initiated on the emergency broadcast frequency, so that the emergency services were becoming aware that there was an air_craft in distress.
I gathered myself together and began to walk across fields until I could find a road. After about 20 minutes, I found a road, absolutely deserted, and eventually came upon a farm. My German wasn't too good at the best of times, and my attempts to explain to the farmer's wife what had happened to me took some time. Eventually, and mainly through a com_bination of sign language and the sight of my parachute, I managed to explain my predicament and persuade her to let me use her telephone to contact the Squadron at Skrydstrup. The resulting conversation with 4 Sqdn Ops, about an hour after my ejection was surreal.
The phone was answered by Flying Officer Andy Bloxam. The conversation went something like this:
"4 Sqn Ops, Fg Off Bloxham speaking." "Hello Andy, Pete Taylor here." "Oh! OK, aren't you still airborne? Anyway, I'll get Roger Austin." That was it. No questions, no 'How are you?', 'What's happened to the aircraft?', or 'Where are you?'. Andy just put the phone down and took about five minutes to find Roger. After that, things moved fast. Roger Austin established what had hap_pened and the rescue process was put into action. Apparently XV794 had climbed to over 20,000ft and contin_ued to broadcast on the emergency frequency. Because the aircraft was close to a Warsaw Pact border, a German F-104 was sent to intercept and was, I understand, mildly sur_prised to find a Harrier flying very nicely, but with no-one on board. Shortly after that, the aircraft ran out of fuel and glided into Southern Denmark, where it crashed in an open field, narrowly missing a farmhouse. The Harrier had stayed airborne for 38 minutes after my ejection. Apparently, the reason for XV794's 38-minute solo trip was that the bird which I hit had spread itself quite thin_ly across the engine's compressor. The flames and gases from the Martin-Baker ejection seat dislodged the bird as I left the aircraft. The engine heaved a sigh of relief, drew a deep breath and started working normally again. As it happens, I had trimmed the aircraft rather well and XV794 flew until she ran out of fuel! For my part, having given Roger an idea of where I was, the German Air Force sent an S-65 helicopter to pick me up. However, as I was apparently difficult to find, I had to use my SARBE beacon and flares to direct the S-65 to me. As far as I know, I was at that time the only person to have used my SARBE beacon on land, and the company very kindly presented me with a silver pot.
At Skrydstrup I met up with the rest of the squadron, was given a brief, but thorough, examination by a lady doctor, and went back to the Officers Mess. Life was never dull at Wildenrath in those days. I have a SARBE silver mug, membership of the Caterpillar and Martin-Baker clubs, an ejection seat handle and my log book to prove it all
Ejection from a Harrier
by
Air Commodore Peter Taylor AFC
At about midday on May 4,1972, I ejected from Harrier GR1 XV794 in northern Germany. I was not hurt and, on the face of it, that could have been the whole story. Except that it wasn't. There was a bit more to it than that, and as this month's Today's Pilot features an article on ejection seats, Editor Dave Unwin thought you might like to read the whole story.
Casting my mind back to the early 1970s, the Harrier had only recently been introduced into the RAF. In 1971, the Wildenrath Wing in RAF Germany had been formed with 3, 4 and 20 Squadrons and I was posted to 4 Squadron as a Flight Commander. The early Harrier was a tremendous aeroplane, albeit a bit of a handful. I think most of us had great respect for her and simply couldn't get airborne often enough. However, a combina_tion of a novel aircraft, demanding operational flying, and a general lack of experience resulted in occasional accidents and incidents. We had our share at Wildenrath, and the Station Commander, Gp Capt George Black, would 'encourage' us to the effect that while we could and should press on operationally, we should do so with care!
Denmark, for a ten-day exchange visit On the morning of May 4,1 was tasked to lead a four-ship attack mission on several targets in the Flensburg area of Northern Germany. The formation was also to be attacked by two other Squadron Harriers which were acting as enemy defensive fighters armed with simulated air-to-air missiles and guns. The planning and briefing for this type of sortie was lengthy and very thorough. I remember filling at least two blackboards with administrative and operational detail.
At the appointed hour, six aircraft were allocated to us and the four attack pilots and their two defensive counterparts gathered for the brief_ing. This lasted about an hour. However, as the briefing progressed, kept getting messages that first one aircraft, then another, then another had all become unserviceable. In the end, there was just one available:
mine! There was no alternative but to go on the sortie by myself, converting the profile to a solo attack/ recce mis_sion. So much for planning!
At about midday, I got airborne in XV 794, turned south and headed for my first target, flying at 420 knots and 250ft AGL. All went well until I was preparing to attack my second target. I had just looked into the cockpit to re-arrange my maps, when looking up I saw a formation of three large (they have got much larger over the years!) birds flying straight at me. Instinctively, I pushed forward. I missed two of the birds, but the third went straight into the intake.
There followed an almighty bang, fol_lowed by some rather worrying mechanical noises from the normally robust Pegasus 100 engine. Clearly, it did not like what was going on. I noticed that the RPM was just below idle, the JPT in the middle of its range, height 200ft and speed about 400 knots, although rapidly declining.
Generally, I was in open country, which was fairly flat with a few houses in my path. I opened and shut the throttle, but nothing much seemed to happen. I broadcast a quick 'MAYDAY' but since I was quite low, I had no great expectation that anyone would hear me. Since I had made up my mind that the engine had suffered what sound_ed like catastrophic damage, I turned my mind to what to do next. (In reali_ty, I said to myself: "I'd better jump out quite soon or I'm going in with the aeroplane!") Then, exactly as you read it in books and newspapers, I saw that I was still close re to houses, and steered the aircraft away from them towards open ground as best I could. Time was now getting short, and as I reached open ground, I saw a small hill ahead with trees at the summit. I pointed the aircraft at the hill, took one last look at the height and speed (100ft and 200 knots respectively) trimmed the aircraft straight and level, tightened my straps, and pulled the handle.
I recall everything working perfectly in my Martin-Baker Mk9 seat. I was quickly in my parachute and heading for a field full of cows. Also in the field were some quite large concrete blocks, and remembering a parachuting tech_nique I had learned some 17 years pre_viously, I steered myself away from the blocks, and executed a hard, but per_fectly serviceable, 'side-right' landing.
The whole event had taken less than 60 seconds.
To my astonishment, I saw the air_craft continuing to fly beautifully in a slight climb away from me to the north. I cannot tell you the feelings I had as I watched what now seemed to be a perfectly serviceable aircraft leaving the scene of my ejection. Indeed, the aircraft eventually flew into cloud at about 7,000ft and disap_peared from sight.
Except for the cows, I was now com_pletely alone in a field in Northern Germany with no means of communi_cation, a used parachute, the remains of an ejection seat and no method of transport. I had also forgotten in the heat of the moment that on ejection, a radio signal was initiated on the emergency broadcast frequency, so that the emergency services were becoming aware that there was an air_craft in distress.
I gathered myself together and began to walk across fields until I could find a road. After about 20 minutes, I found a road, absolutely deserted, and eventually came upon a farm. My German wasn't too good at the best of times, and my attempts to explain to the farmer's wife what had happened to me took some time. Eventually, and mainly through a com_bination of sign language and the sight of my parachute, I managed to explain my predicament and persuade her to let me use her telephone to contact the Squadron at Skrydstrup. The resulting conversation with 4 Sqdn Ops, about an hour after my ejection was surreal.
The phone was answered by Flying Officer Andy Bloxam. The conversation went something like this:
"4 Sqn Ops, Fg Off Bloxham speaking." "Hello Andy, Pete Taylor here." "Oh! OK, aren't you still airborne? Anyway, I'll get Roger Austin." That was it. No questions, no 'How are you?', 'What's happened to the aircraft?', or 'Where are you?'. Andy just put the phone down and took about five minutes to find Roger. After that, things moved fast. Roger Austin established what had hap_pened and the rescue process was put into action. Apparently XV794 had climbed to over 20,000ft and contin_ued to broadcast on the emergency frequency. Because the aircraft was close to a Warsaw Pact border, a German F-104 was sent to intercept and was, I understand, mildly sur_prised to find a Harrier flying very nicely, but with no-one on board. Shortly after that, the aircraft ran out of fuel and glided into Southern Denmark, where it crashed in an open field, narrowly missing a farmhouse. The Harrier had stayed airborne for 38 minutes after my ejection. Apparently, the reason for XV794's 38-minute solo trip was that the bird which I hit had spread itself quite thin_ly across the engine's compressor. The flames and gases from the Martin-Baker ejection seat dislodged the bird as I left the aircraft. The engine heaved a sigh of relief, drew a deep breath and started working normally again. As it happens, I had trimmed the aircraft rather well and XV794 flew until she ran out of fuel! For my part, having given Roger an idea of where I was, the German Air Force sent an S-65 helicopter to pick me up. However, as I was apparently difficult to find, I had to use my SARBE beacon and flares to direct the S-65 to me. As far as I know, I was at that time the only person to have used my SARBE beacon on land, and the company very kindly presented me with a silver pot.
At Skrydstrup I met up with the rest of the squadron, was given a brief, but thorough, examination by a lady doctor, and went back to the Officers Mess. Life was never dull at Wildenrath in those days. I have a SARBE silver mug, membership of the Caterpillar and Martin-Baker clubs, an ejection seat handle and my log book to prove it all
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With reference to the Dunsfold Harrier, if I recall it was concluded that because the a/c was climbing out to the west, the pilot would have had the full glare of the sun in his eyes, and it was said that he would have motored his seat downwards to be in the shadow afforded by the instrument panel until he levelled out/altered course.
Again, if memory serves me correctly, it was possible somehow to take the seat down too low, resulting in some kind of obstruction snagging a cable on the lower part of the seat, the cable's function being to release the drogue. This apparently happened and extracted the pilot.
Again, if memory serves me correctly, it was possible somehow to take the seat down too low, resulting in some kind of obstruction snagging a cable on the lower part of the seat, the cable's function being to release the drogue. This apparently happened and extracted the pilot.
Re Dunsfold Harrier.
It is generally though (but not proven) that the trailing cockpit light in the harrier might have/ could have snagged on the manual overide handle as the seat was lowered which would have fired the drogue rocket and subsequently taken the main chute and pilot with it.
Photographic evidence seems to shows the seat (sans pilot) still in the a/c.
It is generally though (but not proven) that the trailing cockpit light in the harrier might have/ could have snagged on the manual overide handle as the seat was lowered which would have fired the drogue rocket and subsequently taken the main chute and pilot with it.
Photographic evidence seems to shows the seat (sans pilot) still in the a/c.
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Gainesy - I stand to be corrected, but I was always under the impression that it was t'other way round, Jag got a Phantom.
I know that sounds very odd, but the reason why it sticks in my mind is that as a young Air Cadet, I spent a week at Laarbruch in August 85, and during that week we were shown round a 2 Sqn Jag by a pilot who seemed to us young wannabes to be rather reticent. When we enquired elsewhere as to why he'd been a bit of a mardy so-and-so, we were told that it was indeed him who'd pressed the tit and splashed the Phantom, hence his present bad boys assignment showing Air Cadets around pending his formal interview without coffee...
I know that sounds very odd, but the reason why it sticks in my mind is that as a young Air Cadet, I spent a week at Laarbruch in August 85, and during that week we were shown round a 2 Sqn Jag by a pilot who seemed to us young wannabes to be rather reticent. When we enquired elsewhere as to why he'd been a bit of a mardy so-and-so, we were told that it was indeed him who'd pressed the tit and splashed the Phantom, hence his present bad boys assignment showing Air Cadets around pending his formal interview without coffee...
