Another of the
quirky and zany characters I came
across during my
career in leadership positions
We all know them: the quirky
and zany characters that pass through our lives on their way to future
endeavors that we hope do not involve us. The time they spend with us can be
interesting, offbeat, cockamamie, goofy, insane, a little touched and sometimes
just plain silly; but more often than not: downright funny.
Remember SP5 T. Thomas? He was
that guy that came into our command in Alaska after the Army had started pulling
units and troops out of Vietnam and shutting down the Vietnam replacement
channel. This had opened up reassignments to areas that had been understaffed
because of the training exercise taking place in Southeast Asia. We had been
struggling along at just over half strength in my particular unit and we were
sure glad to see some new faces arrive.
I last told you of Thomas and
the first 500 gallon fabric drum test we conducted after receiving our first 10
drums for cold weather testing in our Arctic environment—that didn’t go so well as you might remember, but no
one was injured and we lost just a little time searching for Thomas.
Well, the second incident I
will relate to you also included a 500 gallon fabric drum, maybe even the same
drum, I don’t know exactly. We had used the drums for Mogas (motor gasoline)
support of troops in the field several times after our initial fill test, but
still had not put the drums through any real cold weather testing as yet, after
all, it was still late summer in Alaska and the (real) cold would not arrive
for a couple months yet. We had also not tried any diesel or jet fuel (JP4)
We knew there would have to be
some mix of fuel drums eventually, but our current 10 meant that we had to be
careful what we used them for this early in the mix. My best guess at the time
was a 60-40 mix of jet fuel and Mogas, no diesel at all this early. This would
give us the ease of supporting troops (for heat) and chopper refueling
operations in somewhat the proportion we currently figured we would experience
in the future. We weren’t into aircraft refueling at the time, a shortage of
choppers and most of the training taking place near hard facilities; but knew
the requirement was just around the corner.
Not long after the motor pool
incident, we were tasked to provide petroleum support to troops training on
20 minutes north of Fort Richardson on the Glenn Highway. During their glacier
and mountaineering training, they were making their home up on the glacier and
we were to support them from a spot at the end of Eklutna Lake—west of the glacier—and the mouth of the
Eklutna River. We would be about 13 miles off the Glenn Highway on a dirt road
that ran along the mountain side and switched back every-once-in-a-while.
(circled in red)
The LZ is just to
the west (left) of the thin blue lake above the glacier.
Glenn Highway (1)
and George Parks Highway (3)
I met Thomas and five more of
my petroleum specialists (POL guys) at tht same motor pool shortly after morning
formation (0700 hrs) where we checked out the two deuce and a halves loaded
with two 600 gallon pods of mogas each that we were going to take with us up to
the Eklutna Glacier staging area that we utilized for supporting training up on
the glacier. Using the drums to provide mogas directly to the training
operations would elevate the necessity to ferry 5 gallon gas cans back and
forth by Huey or Chinook, a very laborious operation. We brought along a ¾ ton
cargo loaded with the necessary empty 500 gallon fabric drums. By 0800, we were
on our way with plenty of time to spare.
By 0830 we had reached the
staging area and were gearing up to fill two of the three fabric drums.
Finished, all we had to do was wait on the Chinook to arrive for hookup.
I took the time again to go
over the procedures we had previously trained on as we prepared for sling
loading the Chinook. I reminded the guys about throwing the sling donut at the
chopper’s hook. Emphatically I repeated: “Do not place the donut on the hook!
Throw it at the hook. If you miss the hook, we just try again. The static
charge that will build up can cause a real problem. Don’t be a sissy about
chunking that donut!” I don’t know how I could have made it plainer.
Since Thomas was the senior
POL guy there, he decided that he would set the example and be the first to
climb on top of the drum full of mogas and be the first to sling load a drum of
gas in the Arctic. I was OK with that. Somebody had to be first and it might as
well have been Thomas.
Updated version of
load of 500 gallon
Pretty soon, we could hear the
Chinook approaching. Even though we could not see it yet, we knew it was a
Chinook. All the POL guys could identify the type of chopper by the noise their
rotor blades made. It was just a matter of remembering three or four different
still pretty short of support aircraft in the command for the same reason we
were short of personnel.
The pilot got me on the horn
and I advised him we were prepared to attempt a hookup. He came in slower and
slower and finally hovered above us and began to descend toward us. Closer and
closer he came. Thomas climbed on top of the 500 gallon fabric drum and was
handed the donut with the dangling slings attached. I caught his eye as he
scanned the crowd below him and with both arms, I signaled a throwing motion
and jumped to the side to indicate he should do the same. We had gone over this
so many times, the guys were sick of hearing it.
I watched as the Chinook came
to within the appropriate distance and Thomas began to play his part. At that particular
point in time, the world seemed to go into time warp and everything proceeded
in slow motion. I’m telling ya, one could not believe how slow time began to
I watched in amazement as
Thomas lifted the donut toward the hook on the underside of the Chinook. The
pilot was doing a fantastic job of keeping the Chinook in place and well within
reach of Thomas and his donut. Everything was in que for the first sling load
of a fabric drum for troop and equipment support of glacial operations north of
the lower 48. I was proud of what we were about to accomplish.
As I stood there, I began to
get a feeling of excitement as Thomas reached to throw the donut. I hoped like
the dickens that he hit the hook on the first chunk. If he didn’t that was OK
also. We were trying something new to us. The guys training in Southeast Asia
had been doing this a lot, but we hadn’t. As I like to often say, “the
excitement was rampant.”
Closely I observed as Thomas
threw the donut which hit dead center but with a sort of glancing blow. Thomas
immediately tried to correct the toss. He gingerly nudged the donut completely
over the hook with one hand while still holding on to the sling still dangling
from his other hand. That didn’t work well at all.
**** Crack! ****
Standing on some of the coiled
up sling, the static charge hit Thomas like a runaway rhino and my guy Thomas
was launched through the air. Time still moving in slow motion, I watched as
the air with his extremities extended completely as he glided backwards. He
landed some 15 to 20 feet just off to the immediate left of his launch point up
against a low clump of alders that had managed to flourish on the LZ. Following
course, the donut slipped from the hook and followed the suspended and gliding Thomas.
I hollered to Specialist Wright to grab the hook, mount the drum and try again
as I, and others, also moving in slow motion, hustled toward Thomas to
determine his condition.
Wright performed a perfect
chunk, dismounted the drum and returned to his original position and gave the
pilot the crossed-arm signal that the drum was attached and he could slowly lift
up and away. We had accomplished our first sling load of a 500 gallon fabric
drum beneath a Chinook, but Thomas was not the first. Had he been standing
directly on the drum instead of the crumpled-up sling apparatus, he might have
been grounded enough to avoid the static charge. As with Thomas’s usual luck, he
was not and thus laid crumpled over to the side of all the action with a couple
of scrapes and bruises, but no real injuries to speak of—other than his ego.
Later he related to us that he
had been conscious the entire time and did get to see Wright follow him up and
get the job done. He just sat there and laughed. I laughed right along with him
while looking straight into his eyes. He laughed the entire time he nodded his
head and repeated his instructions back to me: “I shoulda thrown it sir, and
let go! I got too excited.”
I just nodded my head and
pulled him to his feet. I didn’t have to reiterate the instructions. He knew
them well. When the Chinook came back for the second drum, Thomas gave it
another try and made a perfect throw and a pinpoint landing right beside the
drum as the chopper prepared to lift away.
Luck was just never on
Thomas’s side. But, this time when the heat was turned up, Thomas was the kitchen!
I very much welcome your
thoughts and observations.