Flight Deck, Part 1: A Pictorial Essay of a Day in the Life of an Airdale
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This absolutely unique book contains 355 superb full-size photographs (Part 1 has 204 and Part 2 has 151) which document life on the flight deck of a fleet WWII aircraft carrier where the Airdale (flight deck crewman) goes in harms way each and every day, such as during aircraft launch operations (among the slashing 13-foot diameter propellers powered by 2,000-hp engines), during aircraft landings (putting out conflagrations from possible aircraft crashes) and during the parking of aircraft (when standing but a few feet from a possible hail of shrapnel).Then one should not omit the devastation of possible Kamikaze (suicide) assaults from above. Each of the 355 photo(s) has a fulsome caption, in the first-person, describing in detail, both subjectively and objectively, the contents of the picture. Many, many of the photos are deserving of being shown in their own frames of wood or displayed on large TV screens (the naval photographer mates who took these pictures are indeed outstanding craftmen). Finally, this book (Parts 1 & 2) is quite literally one of a kind for ALL time (being the first, and the last, one EVER written about this subject (in the 1st person).
Edward Atkins
The author grew up in Upper Montclair, NJ where he attained the Eagle Scout Badge with Bronze Palm at 14 years of age. He attended Newark Academy from 1939 to 1944 where he played on the varsity football and basketball teams. He then served in the navy during the latter stages of WWII after which he graduated from Yale University with a BS degree in Business Administration. Next he worked in NYC banks and several electronics firms which fabricated military equipment. With this he returned college to earn a BSEE degree (1957-1959). He then went to work for a company managing the Polaris Missile System for the U.S. Navy. This led to working for the Navy Department (Naval Electronic Systems Command) in Washington , DC as a management engineer until retirement in 1991. His outside interests centered on the field of robotic devices for use in manufacturing companies (nonprofessional). He also spent time learning how to use neural networks for applications in medical diagnosis, maintenance, decision-making and other IF-THEN problems. Then, starting in 1998 he devoted himself to producing a Trilogy which includes this first edition of this Volume 1.
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Flight Deck, Part 1 - Edward Atkins
FLIGHT DECK
A Pictorial Essay of a Day in the Life of an Airdale
WITH FIRST-PERSON COMMENTS BY EDWARD ATKINS (PART 1)
Photographs courtesy of The National Archives
missing image fileContents
FOREWORD
PROLOGUE
NOTE
INTRODUCTION
THE SHIP AND AIRCRAFT
THE U.S.S. ANTIETAM UNDER CONSTRUCTION
THE U.S.S. ANTIETAM IN PHILADELPHIA NAVAL SHIPYARD
THE U.S.S. ANTIETAM NEARS COMPLETION
THE ESSENCE OF THE ESSEX-CLASS
THE STATELY SHIP OF THE HIGH SEAS
A CLEAN LOOKING SHIP
COMING HOME TO ROOST
HALF A DECKLOAD
THE ETERNAL TRIO: DESTROYER, AIRCRAFT, AND CARRIER
ALL ABOARD, WE’RE OFF TO WAR
ROW ON ROW, COLUMN ON COLUMN
THE SUPERSTRUCTURE
EXTERNAL ACTIVITIES
FULL SPEED AHEAD, DESTINATION UNKNOWN
LITTLE BOY
, THE CARRIERS’ CONSTANT COMPANION
LITTLE BOY
SEARCHING FOR THAT SUBMARINE
BATTLEWAGON
ON THE PORT BEAM
BATTLEWAGON SEEN FROM THE HANGER DECK
DESTROYER MAKING WAVES
THE NAVY HYMN
THE NAVY HYMN 2
DESTROYER COMING ALONGSIDE
REFUELING TIME
AVIATOR RETURN POLICY
CARRIER ON THE LEFT, BATTLESHIP ON THE RIGHT
BOMBS, NOT FUEL
FUEL OIL PLUS AVIATION GASOLINE
A TANKER FEELS A CARRIER’S WAVES.
VARIATION ON A THEME
STEADY AS YOU GO
A VARIATION ON A THEME II
WET WORK
A VIEW FROM THE TANKER
SAME TANKER, SAME VIEW
ANOTHER VIEW FROM THE TANKER
A VIEW FROM THE CARRIER
ROUGH SEAS DURING REFUELING
COMING ALONGSIDE TO REFUEL
STARTING TO HOOK-UP THE FUEL LINES
PRETTY AS A PICTURE
RESPOTTING THE FLIGHT DECK
TRANQUILITY
HOOKS DOWN, WHEELS DOWN
LIBERTY’S OVER
WHEN DAY IS DONE AND NIGHT IS COME
FLIGHT DECK ACTIVITIES
A QUIET DECK
FLIGHT DECK PACKED
HELLDIVERS OUT FRONT
FLIGHT DECK AT REST
AIRDALES ASSEMBLED
AIRDALES TO WORK
AIRDALES AT WORK
AIRDALES RESPOTTING FLIGHT DECK
CLEAR THE DECK TO LAND AIRCRAFT
DOWN ELEVATOR
FLIGHT DECK ELEVATOR IN ACTION
THE BEAST
HELLDIVER BEING DELIVERED TO FLIGHT DECK
HELLCAT BEING DELIVERED TO HANGER DECK
HANGER DECK AIRDALES
HANGER DECK AIRDALES USE DECKEDGE ELEVATOR
AIRDALES CATCHING A CATNAP
INSIDE THE HANGER DECK
DECKEDGE ELEVATOR AT PIER LEVEL
MOVING AIRCRAFT ABOUT
RESPOTTING A HELLDIVER
RESPOTTING A HELLCAT
PULLING’S EASIER THAN PUSHING
A ROLL TO THE STARBOARD
ONTO THE DECKEDGE ELEVATOR
ON THE DECKEDGE ELEVATOR
PREPARING FOR THE NEXT FLIGHT
MORE OF THE SAME
SOMETIMES IT’S PUSHING UPHILL
AIRDALES ARE PLANE-PUSHERS
THERE’S NO REST FOR THE WEARY
SOME PUSH, OTHERS WATCH
A TYPHOON’S ON IT’S WAY
ROUGH WEATHER AHEAD
THE TYPHOON
TYPHOON WORK
SECURE AIRCRAFT, TYPHOON IMMINENT
THE TYPHOON LEFT ITS CALLING-CARD
RED-SHIRTS DELIVERING THE STOCK IN TRADE
THE STOCK
GETS BIGGER
THE BIG ONE
THE RED SHIRTS MEAN BUSINESS
ARMING EACH OF THE BOMBS
DON’T DROP IT!
CAN’T BE TOO CAREFUL
MARINES MAN A 20-MM GUN
NAVY GUNNER MATES MAN THESE 20-MM
NEVER TOO MANY GUNS
GUNNERY PRACTICE
LOOKING FOR THE ENEMY
40-MM GUN PRACTICE
TEAMWORK
40-MM GUNS AT THE READY
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
NOW IT’S SERIOUS
THESE 40-mm GUNS MEAN BUSINESS
RADAR-CONTROLLED 5-INCH GUNS
PILOTS, MAN YOUR PLANES
AIRCRAFT-CHECK AFTER BARRIERS CRASH
AIRDALES CLEARING UP, CLEANING UP
AIRDALES FINISHING THE JOB
HARD TO STARBOARD
MECHANICS AT WORK
ONE BIG BIRD
FULL-DRESS INSPECTION
THE ISLAND SUPERSTRUCTURE
THE FIRE CONTROL AND SEARCH RADARS
OLD GLORY
INTERIM TIME
HELLCATS AT THE READY
LAUNCHING ACTIVITIES
FLIGHT DECK ABOVE, HANGER DECK BELOW
CATAPULT TIME
CATAPAULT TIME II
PREPARE TO CATAPULT
PREPARE TO CATAPULT II
GREEN-SHIRTED CATAPULT MEN AT WORK
ONE GONE, TWO TO GO
TEAMWORK IS THE NAME OF THE GAME
THE ANTIETAM (CV-36) LAUNCHES ANOTHER ONE
LEANING INTO THE PROPWASH
SILHOUETTE I
SILHOUETTE II
PACKED DECK
ROW ON ROW, COLUMN ON COLUMN
GETTING INTO THE QUEUE
FLIGHT QUARTERS HAS SOUNDED
FLIGHT OPERATIONS NEARING COMPLETION
OLD GLORY, LONG MAY SHE WAVE
MOVING THEM OUT
MAINTAIN YOUR INTERVALS
SWIMMING UP STREAM
AGAINST THE PROPWASHS
SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND FLY
ROW ON ROW, COLUMN ON COLUMN
ALMOST FINISHED
REV ‘EM UP AND MOVE ‘EM OUT
HELLDIVERS BRING UP THE REAR
NOW THE HELLDIVERS
HELLCAT ON DECK
MORE HELLDIVERS
HELLCATS IN FRONT OF AVENGERS
AVENGERS IN BACK OF HELLCATS
STAY IN LINE
QUIET BEFORE THE STORM
ONE CAUTIOUS, ONE CASUAL
START ENGINES
HEADS UP, YOU’RE NEXT
SPREADING WINGS
READY TO MOVE FORWARD
WINGS SPREAD II
BUSY DECK ON THE U.S.S. ANTIETAM
AWAITING LAUNCH COMMAND
A LEAN MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE
IN THE GLOOM OF DAY
READY TO LAUNCH
HOLD ON
COORDINATION NEEDED HERE
COORDINATION NEEDED HERE, II
SPREAD WINGS
WARM UP TIME
IT’S A HARSH NETHERWORLD IN THERE
GETTING READY TO LAUNCH
READY TO GO
NONCHALANCE AND RETICENCE
DON’T DO ANYTHING RASH!
ALMOST FINISHED
FROM HANGER DECK TO FLIGHT DECK
READY, SET, GO
THE HELLDIVER’S TURN
EASY DOES IT
SETTING UP THE CATAPULT
CHECK RPM BEFORE LAUNCHING
HELLDIVER LAUNCH TIME
GO! !
IT DOESN’T SOUND RIGHT YET
HOLD IT!
THIS ROW NEXT
KEEP IT MOVING
WHAT’S THE HOLD UP?
BIG AIRCRAFT, SMALL AIRDALE
HELLCAT BEING UNCHOCKED
ANOTHER HELLCAT ON IT’S WAY
A LEAN, MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE
LET’S GET GOING
THE CORSAIR LOADED FOR ACTION
FLAPS DOWN, RPM UP
READY TO LAUNCH
TAIL UP, NOSE TO THE WIND
GO
SIGNAL GIVEN
NOT YET
SPECTATORS WATCHING THE SHOW
RELEASE BRAKES, FULL THROTTLE
THE BOMBERS NOW LAUNCH
READY, SET..
THE MAJESTIC ESSEX
LIFT OFF
AWAY WE GO
BON VOYAGE
FLIGHT DECK, PART 1
A PlCTORIAL ESSAY OF A DAY IN THE LlFE oF AN AlRDALE
Copyright © 2011 Edward Atkins
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FOREWORD
It was deemed appropriate , for those with limited knowledge of naval history, to very briefly describe in a broadbrush manner how it was
during the the 1942-1945 time-period in the Western Pacific, according to the historians. The preeminent naval force in the Western Pacific during 1942-1945 was the aircraft carriers, as they were surrounded by the battleships, cruisers, and destroyers that provided protection to the carriers from Japanese air and submarine attacks. This group was called a task force
. The battleships, cruisers, and destroyers also provided bombbardment support to the Marine invasion forces in their efforts to secure the occupied islands from the Japanese. But it was the carriers, with their aircraft (along with the submarine) that were responsible for the almost total destruction of all the Japanese naval and supply ships in the Western Pacific. The carrier aircraft were also responsible for the almost complete annihilation of the Japanese air force. In addition, the carrier aircraft provided continuous air support to the Marines by means of aircraft bombardment and strafing runs against the Japanese ground forces. In sum, the carrier aircraft effected a terrible toll on the Japanese land, air and sea forces over a period of three and one-half years of warfare. The sheer size of the naval operations was staggering, covering many hundreds of square miles. It was a testament to the naval aviators’ endurance in accomplishing such a monumental undertaking. That they functioned over those vast stretches of open ocean is also remarkable (there were no sign-posts out there). WHERE DO YOU FIND SUCH MEN? Thus, though the battleship was the Queen of the Fleet
during WWI, it was the aircraft carrier that was the Queen of the Fleet
during WWII. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor was the beginning of this reign. The Battle of Midway, where opposing ships never saw each other, reinforced this concept, and the clean-sweep of enemy aircraft and ships in the Western Pacific by carrier aircraft (and submarines) only validated this fact, as witness the intonation, by both sides, GET THE CARRIERS!
It was, after all, the carrier aircraft (and submarines) that would , that could, hurt you. So it was that the carriers took the war to the enemy, and though some of them suffered grievous harm in the process, they were the prime naval force that gave us Victory at Sea
. They were the fleet that came to stay
, in spite of the Kamikaze abomination. (Please look at the superb video series Victory at Sea
. The Richard Rodgers score is worth it alone.) What follows, then, is essentially a pictorial essay of aircraft carrier activities, with first-person commentary by the author, of that Queen of the Fleet
, the magnificant Essex-class aircraft carrier!
NOTE: A large portion of what follows will of necessity concern itself with the thoughts and opinions, the feelings and emotions, of an 18-19 year old neophyte as put into words by a 75 year old man, they being one and the same person. Since the Airdale’s job was basically repetitious, the sometimes melodramatic descriptions and impressions of what transpired on the flight deck were also somewhat repetitious. They are the reflections of that 18-19 year old as he experienced them, right at THAT moment, while the 75 year old man tried to modulate, tried to retain a more mearured balance to the accounts. But then, please remember that it’s the pictures that are the focus of this book. It’s hoped that the reader will be drawn into the sights and sounds and the emotions of being a part of this mini-drama that one finds on the FLIGHT DECK
. Immerse yourself, and imagine the essence of standing next to a very large, very noisy machine that spells threat
. But not all is of this nature, and it’s a bygone world, never to be experienced again, ever. Be objective if you will, but also, I recommend that you turn yourself to the subjective and introspective. Transport yourself back to 1944-1945 when the world was a different place by far, and perhaps spend a little time living vicariously. If you do, this book will have been useful, in my humble opinion. And finally, there will no doubt be those who will consider that much of what follows in this book about the duties of the Airdale is too rhetorical, too excessive, too blatant
, and too repetitious. I’m sorry about that, but to have done otherwise would have been to diminish what it was that the Airdales did do, day in, day out. That I will not do, because this was how it really was.
The Lone Sailor
, the author, about to take a journey to places and destinies unknown. It was to be a solitary journey, a journey into surroundings that were sometimes benign and interesting. But also, it was to be a journey filled with the sound and the fury that would be found in a pack of relentless demons bent on doing one grievous harm
. What with that allusion, duty calls. So now, let’s find out what it was all about.
The author entered Newark Academy in September 1939, the start of World War II, and he graduated from Newark Academy in June 1944, the start of the invasion of Europe. These were five years of international tumult of a scale unknown to mankind, and were amply chronicled in newspapers, magazines, and newsreels.
missing image fileBesides college preparatory courses, the author participated in varsity football, basketball, and elsewhere in baseball and tennis and swimming activities. He was a member of the student council, and by the time he was a Freshman at Newark Academy, he had earned the Eagle Scout Badge with Bronze Palm (having had the advantage of having gone to a scout-oriented summer camp since he was seven years old).
PROLOGUE
Since this pictorial essay will be a frankly personalized and sometimes self-centered
account and a semi-narrative of my experiences on the flight deck of an Essex-class aircraft carrier during 1945-1946, I believe I should put a face
on this book by providing a very brief outline of my origin. That origin was about as un-Navy as possible in that I grew up in a heavily tree-lined, benign, and pleasant town (Montclair) that was completely surrounded by similar towns that all merged together in Northern New Jersey, only 20 miles distant from New York City. I’ve heard it said that many Navy men come from the treeless flatlands of the mid-West because the wide ocean reminds them of home. In my case, it was far different. There was no place you could go where you weren’t a stone’s throw away from a large tree. I liked that. There was even a mountain
in Montclair from which I would view the NYC skyline. The houses were all comfortable, two-story homes, all close to each other, where each street was a neighborhood, and for us, the stores were well within walking distance. We had ample parks, most of them large enough to play football or basketball or baseball or tennis. Car traffic was always minimal on the streets that were for the most part laid out in a gridiron fashion. This allowed for activity in the street in front of the house, with an occasional car passing through. Bicycling was the main method of getting around. The shops were centralized, all
the fathers seemed to take the train to NYC, and all the mothers were at home. In a word, it was very pleasant, and very far removed from anything that was of a military nature. (But we did have an old WWI tank planted
in one of the parks, and a statue of a soldier looking like a soldier. Also, although my uncle was a Colonel in the Army, and my father was an Army officer in WWI, I had no military tradition to refer to.) Instead, I grew up with Winnie-the-Pooh and Mickey Mouse and graduated to Tom Mix, the heroic cowboy, and Buck Rogers of the 25th Century
, my hero. I also later followed the exploits of Don Winslow of the Navy
, my one and only excursion into things of the sea. (I must admit, though, that I also had my toy soldier set.) Later on it was sports and Boy Scouts that occupied my time. Since I went two months each of nine summers at a camp in Vermont, I was able to gain my Eagle Scout Badge with Bronze Palm in two years. (But my two brothers did even better than that.) One thing I did there, of which I was proud, was that during a 3-day hike we made a 1-day 30-mile trek with a 30-lb pack up and down two of Vermont’s highest mountains (Killington Mt. and Pico Peak) when I was 12 years old and the others were 14 years old. I was allowed to do that because I was an old timer
. Anyway, when I was thirteen, I went to a prep school, and then the regimen was studies and the school football and basketball teams, plus the student council. Soon parties and dances were thrown into the mix, nicely flavored by the big band ballads. They were very vanilla
according to today’s standards, and they were very satisfying. Not the least reason was that at fifteen I met and got to know the very special
girl. It was not an unusual time with her; it was sometimes pangs of doubt, and sometimes days of bliss. A special girl has a way of having this effect on you. It should also be said that I never smoked and I was almost a teetotaler, a simple choice of mine, just as I was almost as pure as the driven snow
. In a word, I was a pretty normal teenager, a la the 1940’s, where the movies were devoid of gratuitous violence that nobody missed in the slightest (however, we did have a full offering of wartime newsreels, magazines and newspapers). And so it was that on graduation from school I went into the Navy. I must confess that I tried to get into the V-12 (Navy Surface) and the V-5 (Navy Air) programs where they sent you to school to become a commissioned officer. But it was not to be: the Navy doctor said I had high blood pressure and I was thus disqualified. (My family doctor said you have a sensitive nervous system
. Great!) But it was not so high that they wouldn’t accept me into the enlisted Navy which I chose so as to learn a trade, learn something useful. So that’s how I entered the Navy. Upon leaving home for destinations and destinies unknown, the only downside that concerned me was that my
girl was regularly seeing a V-12 candidate (Naval officer-intraining) at a college very near her college. This generated all kinds of despair, and then utter dejection and despondency, beyond measure, and was in good part why I was a classic loner (but not a recluse). Thus it was that one evening at about 10 PM, I said goodbye to my parents, walked to the bus-stop, awaited and then took the bus about 20 miles, through the Lincoln Tunnel, to the bus terminal. From there I walked to the old Penn Station on 34th Street, through those famous Roman Colonnades, and to the train that would take me to boot camp. And so this journey of mine began. It’s primarily told in pictorial form as it was sensed and experienced and perceived by me, an 18-19 year old, who had yet