You recall that a rather spendy jet flew on its own for approx 11 minutes in 2023.
The pilot of an F-35 fighter jet that briefly went missing in September 2023 before crashing made an “inappropriate” decision in ejecting from the aircraft, a Marine Corps investigation concluded.
The report released Thursday blamed the crash of the roughly $100 million aircraft on pilot error because “the pilot incorrectly diagnosed an out-of-controlled flight emergency and ejected from a flyable aircraft, albeit under extremely challenging cognitive and flight conditions.”
On September 17, 2023, the pilot ejected from the F-35 during a heavy rainstorm and after experiencing a series of electrical and display malfunctions. The F-35 continued to fly on its own for 11 minutes and 21 seconds for a distance of about 70 miles, military officials said.
The pilot landed in a driveway, according to the investigation, and then knocked on the door of the homeowner to call 911 and report the missing F-35. The crash site was located a day later in a rural area near Hemmingway, South Carolina.
Before it crashed, the F-35 “plowed” through a dense forest, the investigation said. The debris field was approximately 1,800 feet long by approximately 300 feet at its widest point amid dense forest, cotton, and soybean fields.
100 million dollars.
Scrap.
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/after-pilot-error-f-35-fighter-jet-flew-for-11-minutes-on-its-own-before-crashing-last-year/
This is not the most epic thunderstorm mishap with an air force jet, this is; all hail the brass balls of LtCol William Henry Rankin USMC:
On July 26, 1959 Rankin and his wingman, 1st Lt. Herbert Nolan, were flying a pair of F-8 Crusaders from South Weymouth, Mass back to their home base at Beaufort, S.C. when they encountered a line of severe thunderstorms over North Carolina. Shortly after the fighters climbed up to 47,000 feet to go over the growing cumulonimbus clouds, Rankin heard a loud grinding noise followed by a loss of power from the jet’s only engine. About that time the jet’s fire warning light illuminated. Rankin tried pulling the auxiliary power handle but it came off in his hand. He tried to restart the engine several times but had no luck. At that point, with the fighter in an uncontrollable dive and going nearly supersonic, he knew he only had one option left. He keyed the radio and matter-of-factly told his wingman he “had to eject” and then pulled the handle. The senior Marine pilot wasn’t wearing a pressure suit, so as soon as he hit the surrounding atmosphere at that altitude his body was put through the ringer. The sudden decompression caused his stomach to swell, his ears, nose and mouth to bleed. The ejection tore his left glove from his hand, leaving it exposed to the brutally cold air. His skin immediately froze, which resulted in numbness and severe frostbite. During his fall Rankin managed to strap his oxygen mask to his face, which was a crucial element if he was going to survive his ordeal. From his training he knew that it would take about three and a half minutes to fall from just under 50,000 feet to 10,000 feet where his parachute was designed to automatically deploy. He looked at his watch and saw that more than four minutes had gone by. He figured his ejection seat automatic chute mechanism had malfunctioned, so he manually deployed it. But Rankin’s seat hadn’t malfunctioned. His descent had simply been slowed by massive updrafts created by the thunderstorm next to him, and as soon as his chute opened another powerful updraft filled it and rocketed him several thousand feet vertically a velocity of nearly 100 mph. Lightning flashed all around in what he later described as “blue blades several feet thick” and the thunder boomed so loudly he feared it would burst his eardrums. Rain pelted him from all directions. He felt like he was going to drown. When he reached the top of the thunderstorm the updraft turned into a downdraft. It was totally dark as he was pulled into the center of the thunder cloud, and his chute collapsed as he plummeted. It reopened once he was under the storm, and as it did, he caught another updraft that catapulted him back to the top of the cloud. Once at the top he was dragged back into the center of the storm and thrown downward again. Rankin was repeatedly buffeted through this cycle . . . a living hell he feared might never end. Finally, the storm dissipated enough that he wasn’t dragged back up after shooting through it, and he was unceremoniously blown into a thicket of brush in the middle of a field near Ahoskie, N.C. He was wet and beat to hell and had to draw on his survival skills to make it through the dark to a dirt road where — after being passed by a number of vehicles that refused to stop — someone was finally kind enough to take him to the nearest hospital. Colonel Rankin spent about 3 weeks in the hospital recovering from severe decompression shock, welts, bruising, and other superficial wounds. He eventually returned to flight status. In 2009 he died of natural causes at the age of 89.
Is national bankruptcy the sole solution to stop the malpractice and fiscal bleeding.
Email me at cgpodcast@pm.me
