Our Airship Landings Were Always Exciting
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Landing our 342 foot long airship was a major operation that required a large and strong crew on the ground. They were called "groundhandlers". All the enlisted men (there were no women) in the squadron had to be a groundhandler on their duty day and anytime there was an emergency --which was a common occurrence. All too often the call for "Groundhandlers to duty!" was called over the PA system in the hangar, the barracks, and the dining hall. That meant drop whatever we were doing and head for the hangar immediately.
Landing was always done at Lakehurst on a huge square asphalt mat so we could head exactly into the wind. The Duty Officer of the Day directed the groundhandlers and the landing with a lot of shouting and arm waving as our airship approached the mat. We flew the approach like most winged aircraft, only much more slowly. The slow approach caused the blimp's control surfaces to react very slowly and poorly. The pilot had less control at a time when he needed even more control of that huge airship.
We generally landed at sunup or sundown because the wind was the most calm then for about an hour. This minimized the problem of the wind blowing us around after we came to a stop and waited for the portable mast to arrive. Also the temperature wasn't too hot at that time of day, as temperature was a major factor affecting how heavy or light the blimp was. Unlike a winged aircraft, we never really knew how heavy or light we were after a long mission. We preferred to fly and land about 1000 pounds "heavy" because it was a smoother ride. If we needed more weight we picked up ballast water at sea.
On one hot afternoon landing we were so light that the groundhandlers could not keep us on the hot black asphalt. After we rolled to a stop we just floated straight up! We had to fly back out to sea and pick up about 2000 pounds of sea water ballast before trying to land again.
Landing was always hard and dangerous work for both the groundhandlers, the pilot,
and mechanic/flight engineer who monitored and nurtured the two 800 hp engines while
we needed them most. Many times I saw the back of the pilot's flight suit all wet with
sweat after a landing. The groundhandlers got a heavy workout running, pulling on the
lines, and loading/unloading sand bags. Everyone in the squadron had to be a
groundhandler when they were assigned to the Duty Section every fourth day for
24 hours. It was kind of fun and exciting if the weather was good -- but that was
seldom. Generally in the summer it was hot and sweaty and in the winter it was
cold and wet --and always dangerous.
When landing we would approach the mat and head toward about 60 men lined up in a "V" shaped formation. In front of the point of the "V" were 2 to
4 men whose job was to grab the two hanging bow lines and run like hell with
them back to the men in the "V". They were highly motivated to run fast because
there were two 18-foot whirling propellers and a monster machine coming right at them!
When it looked like the groundhandlers had a good grip
on the lines, and we seemed to be in the right spot, the big props were put
in reverse pitch and the engines sped up to stop the airship. This was always a little scary to me. The engines were roaring and throwing up dust and the pilot
now had no control at all with the tail surfaces. Also the groundhandlers
were falling all over each other trying to hold the giant airship in place
while it bucked around like a wild animal caught in a trap.
Shown here is our pilot (Lt. Moore, seated on the left) busy with the
controls, throttles, and radio. In the center is our mechanic (Hobson) keeping an eye on all the gages and adjusting the engine speed and prop pitch angle trying to keep us in one place and not run over the groundhandlers.
We were just dead weight for those critical minutes and we could do nothing but wait.
The slightest wind could push us in any direction even though we had
approximately 60 men on the bow and half a dozen on the rear of the blimp car pulling down.
The aft groundhandling duty was really difficult in the winter.
The giant props blowing subfreezing temperature wind on you, while this
uncontrollable blimp was fighting to be held down, was miserable duty! At
times the mat was covered with glare ice so slick we had to wear strap-on
ice cleats on our shoes. Many times we would launch an airship at sundown for
a 20 to 40 hour flight, only to have it come back that same night for an emergency landing before dawn's light and warmth. Everyone living in the barracks was called out to groundhandle in these emergencies. What misery it was to leave a warm bunk and go out to groundhandle in the dark and cold! For years after I left the Navy I would periodically wake up in the night thinking I heard someone shouting that we had to go out to groundhandle.
What a nightmare! I think some squadron guys got married just so they could live off base and avoid that miserable duty we barracks guys got stuck with.
To continue our landing process: As soon as we got the huge blimp stopped, as rapidly as possible a tractor pulled a 23 ton mast on big tires to about 20 feet in front of the airship. A cable then winched the ship and mast together until the blimp nose pin was locked in the mast cup.
The critical moments when the mast and airship nose are facing
each other, only yards apart, are the most dangerous. A slight wind could
easily force the nose up, forward, and down over the mast-head and men. It
was always good news to hear "Secured!". Only then was it safe to relax -
a little. We still had to take care of the tail end of this 342-foot long monster
blimp.
After the airship was secured to the mast, the duty section groundhandlers hung sandbags on the car to hold the blimp tail down. The sandbags did not completely hold it down but helped. Often when there were gusts of wind, the airship wheels would lift off the ground and then settle back down gently after the gusts subsided.
The mast and airship were towed to a circle if the weather was going to be good
for a few days. A farm type of tractor pulled the mast and ship. One of our
best tractor drivers was my buddy Dave Hatloy. He was a farmer from Drayton,
North Dakota and liked the job of driving the tractor.
The airship's bow was locked to the mast in the center of a circle where
the ship could swing around as the wind changed. A duty section man was assigned to stand "pressure watch" aboard the blimp day and night as long as the ship was outside the hangar. When I had that duty I usually tuned the navigation radio to a music AM radio station and did correspondence courses.
Once we had an airship do a nose stand on the mast. The pressure
watch was just doing his normal long boring watch sitting in the pilot's
seat reading. Suddenly he felt the tail rising rapidly. Unlike the often gentle rise and settle of the tail from a lazy gust of wind, this time the airship tail kept going up! He braced his feet on the pilot's instrument panel and hung on as it kept going up to near
vertical. A tool box from the aft compartment, and other loose odds and ends,
fell down through the blimp car's center aisle and exited out through the huge forward Plexiglas pilot's window. The airship rotated on its nose around 180 degrees gently and settled down to the ground on the opposite side of the mast
in less than a minute. The pressure watch had a knot on his head from the flying
debris and was shaken up. The ship was just fine, it appeared, except the
pilot's compartment was air conditioned!
Landing our giant airship was a major operation where
few things were in our favor.
Often it took us several tries to make a good approach, roll to a stop, and to get enough groundhandlers
on the lines to hold us stationary. The slightest wind could push us enough so that the ground
handlers couldn't hold us in place for the mobile mast to approach and lock to the airship
bow. That happened many times. When it happened,
the Duty Officer on the
ground would signal the groundhandlers to drop the lines, run out of the way, and wave
us off to get back up flying where we had some control again and space to maneuver.
These wave-offs frequently were really a scary
- but exciting - few minutes before be got back up and flying. Often by the time the groundhandlers
dropped the lines we were drifting
sideways and/or backwards with absolutely no control. There were hangars, buildings, a water
tower, other blimps on masts, and pine trees not far away so we had to do something on our own
quickly! The pilot had no control with the tail surfaces until we were moving forward so
he and the mechanic
were really busy nursing every last bit of power out of the two roaring 800 hp engines. Unlike other
aircraft, we had very slow acceleration because of our great mass and huge air displacement. We made a
lot of noise and dust but not much happened very fast!
I can still remember
the fantastic rush and thrill I felt as the giant 18 foot propellers, just feet away through the thin side
of the car, clawed at the air to get our huge heavy mass moving forward again.
The combination of the thunderous prop noise and screaming gearbox whine, plus the roaring engines was
deafening. The engines were inside the car and about 10 feet (2 meters) aft of where I sat at my radar. I think the nan-ship must have been the noisest airship to fly in that was ever built! I left the navy with, and still have, tinnitus (ringing in the ears) and loss of hearing.
These delayed landings were always disappointing, especially after a long
flight.
I was usually really tired and dirty, and anxious to get some uninterrupted quiet sleep.
But often all we
could do was to
take off and try again to land. Sometimes the Duty Officer would call out all of the squadron
members --clerks, supply people and all-- to try to help. A few times we had to give up and
continue flying
overnight until the wind died down the next morning. That was when we would go fly over the
beaches and cities along the coast just killing time sightseeing. It was really fun to fly low
and slow over the boardwalks
at Atlantic City, Seaside Heights, and Asbury Park.
See video of landing and take off.
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