On 4 May 1975, the three sections of the formation took off
independently and made their way to the rendezvous in the airspace known as “Brothers.” Red Section was the last to arrive and I saw
the Wessex of 28 Squadron neatly arranged in the lead followed by the Sioux of
656 AAC (they had fielded their full complement today) in some sort of ragged
same-way-same-day formation. The idea
was that the entire formation would come together then the leader would
commence a timing racetrack pattern which would lead to a straight run-in for
the flypast over the harbour between Kowloon and Hong Kong at exactly the
correct time. However, observing the
antics of the Sioux, I decided that I would not put Red Section into the formation
flypast position immediately because holding us there, whilst all the timing manoeuvring
was going on, would entail too much hard work for my section, particularly as
the section ahead seemed to be taking their time in sorting themselves out into
decent order. So, I shadowed the two front
sections, sitting slightly high and wide to the right so that, as the final
turn for the run in commenced, I would be nicely placed to either cut or extend
the corner and slot Red Section into flypast position without exaggerated speed
changes. This tactic worked perfectly and
we rolled out on the final run-in in the exact position behind the Army and off
we went until ground control suddenly announced, “EAGLE FORAMTION, HOLD AT GREEN
ISLAND.”
Presumably, the Royal Barge had been delayed and, hence, the
timing of the flypast must be adjusted.
The Wessex in the lead, therefore, commenced a left-hand timing racetrack
at Green Island awaiting clearance for the run-in. Once again, I craftily slipped to the side
and climbed a few feet to give myself the flexibility to slot in on the roll
out. And once again, this worked
perfectly. What I did not know, nor could
not have known, was that Sioux formation had slipped behind the Wessex in the
turn and used all the speed they had available to catch up as the run-in
commenced. I maintained my position
behind the Sioux until suddenly the tail end Sioux reared up in front in a
frantic attempt to slow down – they had grossly over-cooked their catch-up. The quick stop technique is highly effective
in helicopters and is used to decelerate in normal flight the hover. I think way it would be done would be to
pitch up the nose with backward cyclic and then prevent the subsequent climb by
lowering the collective. All pretty
normal for a helicopter but a very alarming manoeuvre if you are sat behind in
a fixed wind aircraft with very different aerodynamics!
I reacted by reducing my speed, as rapidly as I dared, but in the next millisecond the sky was filled with whiling rotor
blades and stark terror as Red Section merged with the Sioux ahead. Nobody said anything. Fortunately, we were stacked up on the Sioux so,
although we almost overtook the formation in front, the small height separation
ensured our survival but by this time our two Alouettes and the Musketeer were making their own arrangements. Presentationally, since the
incident occurred just as we were overhead the Royal barge, it must have looked
very tight and impressive from the surface.
A few seconds later, with the rest of the formation now in
full sight again, we continued as if nothing had happened until the respective
sections split and recovered to respective bases. We signed in operations and made tea.
Still nobody said anything and I was sitting in my office at
the RHKAAF HQ when the telephone rang.
It was a Major from Sek Kong (the airfield in the New Territories close
to the Chinese Border where the Army were based). The very polite Major understood
there had been a little difficulty for us on the run in and he apologised if
they had caused us any problems. I made
no comment, thanked him for his call, and rang off.
It was only later, in the Flying Club which we used as an
informal Officers’ Mess, and over several glasses of San Miguel, that we began
to piece together what had happened. I’ll
leave you, the reader, to point the finger but what I did learn was the wisdom
of that order that restricted powers of authorisation for mixed formations. Mixed formations are inherently risky than homogenous formations because
not everybody in the formation is, necessarily, fully familiar with the aerodynamic
characteristics and limitations of the other aircraft. I had nearly found this out the hard way. Fortunately, I lived to tell the tale but it
has taken 42 years for me to get round to telling it. Some things are better obscured by time. Indeed, my recollection in the narrative may
have missed some detail or nuance.
However, the picture of the Sioux violently slowing down in front of me
is still fresh today and I certainly don’t need this photograph to remind me!
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