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Published : 20 SEP 2010
It is my hope that my story will have relevance for you and your choices.
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On November 29, 1973, we were headed to the Indian Ocean, as a result of a Sheik in Oman declaring that the oceans would run red with American blood if America came to the Gulf of Oman. The USS Oriskany, CVA-34 was preparing to transit the straits of Singapore. Today was payday, and I was feeling very good. We would be going south of the equator on this trip, Flight Ops(4)were almost over and it was only 1:00 P.M. local time, an early day. As a Blue Shirt, I went to walk chalks(5), meaning to take the chalk from the Fly 1 Blue Shirt and walk the aircraft toward the Fly 3 area (aft). I thought, “the sooner this aircraft goes to Fly 3 the
sooner I am off duty.” But this blue shirt was high on drugs, and had a mean attitude. He declared that he would walk the chalk all the way to Fly 3. I was then free to go, off early, but when I stopped walking with him, something had my left foot! I looked down and saw that the aircraft wheel was starting to roll over my
foot. Then I realized that he had been walking in front of the wheel and by the fuselage. Many things went through my head when I realize what is happening.
“Don’t pull on the foot. You cannot get out. Don’t shout or the plane will stop on you, just wait.” I started to talk to G-D, and waited. When the plane left my foot, I shouted, and the aircraft stopped just past my foot. My foot was flattened, and the steel from the toes was sticking out of the sides. The F-8 fighter jet weighs 32,000 pounds at launch weight, fueled and armed. This one was a defensive alert fighter which is ready to launch in 15 minutes. I could see where the aircraft appeared to have slid up my foot, almost to the shin. They came with a stretcher to haul me down to sick bay, six decks below. This has already been a long story, so I will tell the end now. There was no operation, and the Doctor had no idea what to do. The steel toe of the boot was flattened and the soft tissue was mashed, but the bones were all right except for some bone fragments that have floated in my foot ever since. The foot has healed, as evidenced by my being able to walk on my own two feet.
Praise G-D.