All hands shaken, stirred by Cairo quake

New officers take charge With the old adage “Elections have con-sequences” in mind, here’s a photo of the good consequences of our Nov election. From left to right, Tom Shaw, Treas; Mitch Neff, Adj; Don Neary, FC, Brian Patterson, VFC; and Dale Boggie, Prov Marshall.

ALL SHOOK UP

A true story by Ger Spaulding

From his book C-C-Cold War Syndrome

It happened suddenly as most disasters do. A major earthquake centered only 22 km southwest of Cairo. The 6.2 quake killed more than 1,000 people and produced a checkerboard pattern of structural damage and destruction across the city. At the time, October 1992, I was the United States Na-val Attaché to Egypt. It was a choice assignment. As the Navy’s representative to the Government of Egypt, I en-joyed all the perks of a diplomat (12-bedroom villa, ser-vants, armored car and driver) that came with a busy slate of social obligations. I was also able to continue flying, albeit with the Air Force rather than the Navy, as a pilot of the Embassy aircraft whenever official business required. My office along with those of the Air Force Attaché, the Army Attaché and our support staff, was on the 13th floor of the 15-story American Embassy, located two blocks east of the Nile in downtown Cairo. I was working at my desk when the earthquake struck. The first thing I sensed was a vibration in the concrete floor like a series of small ripples sliding beneath me. Then it felt and sounded as though some giant being picked up one corner of the building and dropped it from a height of about ten feet. After that the entire structure be-gan to sway like a reed in the wind. An Egyptian construction crew was doing excavation work on the embassy grounds in preparation for erecting a second office tower next door. I thought for a moment they’d accidentally set off some sort of misdirected explo-sion. But as the swaying gradually subsided, a second thought occurred to me. Perhaps—and much more like-ly—a bomb, planted or thrown by terrorists, had rocked the embassy.

See ALL SHOOK UP, page 4

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The 2010 Flight Sked so far Flight 18 normally meets on the third Friday of each month. Exceptions are announced in the newsletter and through the caller phone tree. Your caller should contact you via phone/e-mail 7-10 days prior to each meeting. If not, please advise Flight Adjutant Mitch Neff. Date Location Speaker/activity

15 Jan Aurora Hills* Officer installation 19 Feb Aurora Hills* Thompson/Reeves 1-3 Mar San Antonio F/C’s meeting 19 Mar Aurora Hills* BG Carl Miller 16 Apr Aurora Hills* Newt Moy 21 May Platte Valley Lafayette Found 18 Jun Aurora Hills* MG Whitney-CO H/Sec 16 Jul Aurora Hills* TBA 20 Aug Wings O’r Rockies Greg Anderson 17 Sept Aurora Hills* MG John France 15 Oct Aurora Hills* TBA 19 Nov Aurora Hills* Business Meeting 16 Dec Aurora Hills* Christmas Party

* Aurora Hills Golf Course Tin Cup Bar & Grill

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Fellow Daedalians,

Happy 2010! At our meeting of the Flight Staff to kick off the new year, we set sev-eral goals:

1. Bring a Buddy. Solicit qualified new members to join the Flight.

2. Have good guest speakers and warrior stories from our own members.

3. Hold a Distinguished Pilot Award Ceremony in coordination with the Colorado Air National Guard.

4. Solicit ideas from members that will improve Flight Operations.

5. Seek support from other Daeda-lian Flights across the nation who share our views on what the Tenets and Objectives of the Or-der should be.

6. Award Scholarships to deserving students who are involved in aer-ospace studies, with particular emphasis on those who aspire to become military pilots.

We also reviewed our financial status and are happy to report that we are sol-vent and meeting our responsibilities and obligations. Briefly, as of 31 De-cember 2009, our Scholarship Fund had a balance of $3,783.32 and our Operat-ing Fund had a balance of $4,049.32. In addition we have $4,000.00 invested in CDs from those who have prepaid their dues to become Flight Life Mem-bers. Our Flight Membership roster stands as follows: 132 Named Members plus 1 Hereditary Member for a total member-ship of 133. During the year three members passed away; one member resigned; and one member returned to the Flight. During the same period we gained eight new members. We received a message from fellow Flight member MGen John France

complimenting us on the November 2009 Newsletter. He found it to be es-pecially informative on Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (UAVs). Our Newslet-ter Editor and Guru, Ger “Spud” Spaul-ding does great work for Flight 18. Thanks to Gen France for his call. Our Christmas Party held on Decem-ber 10th was a very enjoyable occasion attended by 57 folks, including mem-bers, wives and guests. Our goal and mission is to keep all members informed and to make each member know that we care. As I look at the precepts of the Order—dating back to 1934—I hope that we can continue to honor the legacy of our Founder Mem-bers:

• To perpetuate the spirit of pa-triotism

• To demonstrate love of country • To emphasize the ideal of sacri-

fice by those who served and now serve.

• To consecrate the memory of our Founders and all who have gone before.

We also observe and follow the Te-nets of the Order of Daedalians:

• First: To place nation above self (Patriotism)

• Second: To be worthy of the trust and confidence of fellow Daedalians. (Personal Integrity and Character)

Finally, thanks to the 2009 Flight Of-ficers for their hard work, and good luck to the staff for 2010.

VOLABAMUS VOLAMUS (We flew) (We fly)

Donald O. Neary DONALD O. NEARY Colonel, USAF (Ret) Flight Captain

Another round on me!

When we welcomed Bill Orton aboard in the Aug 2009 newsletter, we didn’t have a photo of our then newest member. That problem has been rendered moot as Bill’s membership is visibly well in hand. Here, he demonstrates his grip on reality while hanging out with the boys at happy hour. “Honest Horses, anyone?” _______________________________________

Koat King Mike Daciek

renews guarantee:

“Wearing a Daeda-lian blazer will im-prove your sex life!” “And my goal is to improve the sex life of every member of Flight 18,” added the King, “no matter how fantastic he claims it is now. You know us pilots—we tend to embellish whenever we talk about flying, golf or sex.” Including shipping and a small cut for the Scholarship Fund, blazers cost $116 ($125.50 for sizes 52-60). The crest is $28. Don’t delay—improve your sex life today! Call Mike at 303-531-8716.

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Final FlightsFinal FlightsFinal FlightsFinal Flights Paul K. Carlton Gen, USAF (Ret) Apr 14, 1921 -- Nov 23, 2009

Born in Manchester, NH, Gen Carlton graduated from Acad-emy High School, Erie, PA. He attended the Universities of Pittsburgh and Ohio, and in Sept 1941 entered the Army Air Corps aviation cadet program. He received his pilot wings and commission in Apr 1942 at Albany AAF, GA. He was a B-17 instructor pilot with ATC until 1944. He then flew B-29s with the first group operating against the Japanese mainland from India and China, accumulating a total of 350 combat hours. Following WWII, he was assigned to SAC's first A-bomb organization, the 509th Bomb Wing, Roswell AFB, NM. This was followed by four-years as aide-de-camp to CINCSAC Gen Curtis LeMay. He was next assigned to March AFB, CA as director of op-erations, 320th Bomb Wing, and later as director of plans, 15th Air Force. In Jan 1956 he became director of operations for SAC's 3d Air Division at Andersen AFB, Guam. Returning to CONUS in Nov 1957, he served the next 18 months as dep-uty commander, 93d Bomb Wing and the Combat Crew Train-ing School for B-52 and KC-135 aircrews at Castle AFB, CA. He assumed command of the 4126th Strategic Wing, Beale AFB, CA in May 1959.

See PK CARLTON page 6

Welcome Aboard

Gerald W. “Bozie” Bozarth LtCol, USAF (Ret)

Gerry’s thumbnail bio DOB: 25 Jun 1936 Wings: Class 60-E Enid, OK. Assignments: Perrin AFB, TX; Williams AFB, AZ; Pleiku AB, ROV; COANG Buckley. Military aircraft flown: F-86L, T-33, T-38, A-1E/G, F-100, A-7D (Approx 5,000 mil hrs) Civilian aircraft flown: B-737, B-727 (33,000 civ hrs) Retired from COANG Buckley (Wing Ops): 1986 Civilian employment: Began with Western Airlines after VN, retired from Delta Airlines in 1996, but then contin-ued as a Delta sim instructor for five more years. Spouse: Phylis Residence: Elizabeth, CO

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See WELCOME ABOARD page 6

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ALL SHOOK UP from page 1

I jumped up from my desk and was headed for the window to investigate when a second series of ripples came racing across the floor. This time, the corner of the building seemed to rise and then drop from about 20 feet rather than 10. Then the swaying started again. It was worse this time. From my win-dow, the skyline of the old city appeared to be moving from side to side, tilting one way then the other like the ocean’s horizon viewed through a porthole of a ship rolling on heavy seas. That’s when I realized what had hap-pened. A chilling image flashed into my brain—classic black and white footage of a bridge rising and falling, twisting, with each oscillation greater than the one before, until its center span broke apart and plunged into the water far below.* The swaying of the embassy tower felt exactly like the oscillations of that bridge, increasing in intensity over time. Surely, the building was about to col-lapse in a smoking concrete-and-steel mountain of rubble. Warning klaxons sounded throughout the embassy. An excited but authorita-tive voice came over the public address system: “Evacuate the building! Eva-cuate the building!” The directive was unnecessary. Eve-ryone instinctively had already made for the stairwell, bypassing the elevators, and started the long trek down to ground level. Certain that the next shock wave would bring the building down upon them, people crowded three and four abreast into the stairwell. However, the evacuees’ escape down 26 flights of stairs was impeded by a few overweight people with bad knees who were barely able to negotiate the stairs, but who were at the head of the pack. The pro-cession moved at their pace, in steady slow motion, one anxious step at a time.

Yet, no one panicked. Not outwardly, anyway. Like everyone else’s, my heart pounded and my knees shook with each descending step. How much longer would the structure hold? It was by far the most frightened I had ever been. No contest. This was not my first earthquake. In Okinawa, they were common occur-rences. In California, too. But always before I had been at or near ground level when they struck. Never had I expe-rienced the earth shake with such force or from such a height. Several times over the Pacific I’d been required to fly P-3 aircraft through In-ter-Tropical Convergence Zones, areas of severe turbulence, incessant lightning and heavy hail produced by monster thunderstorms reaching to 80,000 feet. That was scary, but nothing like this. Throughout our maddeningly slow downward climb, I feared not only for my own safety but for that of my wife, Karen. She was several miles away, across the Nile, at the Cairo branch of Voice of America where she served as executive officer. VOA’s office complex and studio were situated in an old two-story stone house around the corner from the Cairo headquarters of the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO). I tried to reassure myself that the low profile and sturdi-ness of that stone structure gave it a decent chance of emerging from the disaster intact. My mind pictured it that way with Karen inside sitting serenely at her desk, smiling at me, her warm brown eyes innocent and trusting. But I could not hold that image more than a second or two before another took its place. In it, the old house had been reduced to ruins—a sepulcher of piled stone—the innocence of Karen’s smile extin-guished in one painful instant. The two images alternated in my mind, a thousand times it seemed, as we wound our way haltingly to the ground floor. I’d never felt so helpless. After what seemed like an eternity we

streamed out of the embassy building and gathered across the street looking up at it in awe, astonished that it was still standing. Indeed, everything we could see of the city from that vantage point looked as it always had—old, de-crepit, but, likewise still upright. I knew then that Karen was okay. From where we stood, the quake ap-peared to have done no damage at all. Everything looked perfectly normal. Only later did we learn how television coverage of the event had misled view-ers, causing them to believe that Cairo had been leveled. News cameras had focused narrowly on the areas where damage had been most severe, specifically on a couple of overbuilt apartment buildings that had crumpled to the ground. They failed to put the tragedy into visual perspective by panning back to reveal that most of the ancient metropolis and its 17 million inhabitants had survived the quake un-scathed.

Thanks to CNN, the only post-quake im-ages of Cairo seen by viewers around the world were like this one. While moderate damage was widespread, only two over-built apartment buildings had totally col-lapsed. Thousands did not, but images like this filled TV screens everywhere. They conveyed the false impression that Cairo had been flattened.

We waited while engineers inspected the embassy tower for structural integri-ty. Although they discovered no obvious damage, everyone was sent home in anticipation of the hundreds of after-shocks that were sure to follow.

See ALL SHOOK UP, page 5

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ALL SHOOK UP conclusion

After climbing 26 flights to lock up my office, then descend-ing them again, I found my driver and headed for VOA. Intellectually I knew Karen was safe; emotionally I feared the worst. When I actually saw her alive and well, that familiar smile in her loving brown eyes, I was relieved beyond descrip-tion. I held her for a long time. Then we went home. We were scheduled to attend a reception that evening at the Cairo home of a United Nations diplomat. We decided to go. So did a couple of hundred other people, including the military attachés from at least 40 other foreign countries. You see, when it comes to natural disasters, diplomatic social obliga-tions take precedence. Also, I think people felt a need to be with fellow survivors of the traumatic event.

In Luxor, the Colossi of Memnon came close to toppling over, but did not. They had to be braced with scaffolding and repaired. Normally at one of these functions, the military attachés would mingle with the civilian diplomats and their wives mak-ing small talk. That night we didn’t. Instead, we gathered fra-ternally in a far corner of our host’s back yard and compared our respective reactions to the big shake. Taking part in the discussion were army, navy and air at-tachés—infantrymen, artillerymen, tank drivers, ship drivers, airplane drivers, you name it—from Eastern and Western Eu-rope, the Middle, Near and Far East, North and South Ameri-ca. All were seasoned veterans; many had accrued years of combat experience. Without exception these military professionals confessed to having been more frightened during that afternoon’s earth-quake than they had ever been when engaged in their particular warfare specialties. We concluded it was because things had been completely out of our control.

During the quake most of us were certain we were about to be crushed to death under tons of rubble and we were helpless to affect the outcome. While operating our tanks, ships, planes or whatever, we were in control—physically at the controls. The more expe-rience each of us had accumulated on our respective war ma-chines, the more in control we felt. Even in a hostile environ-ment, all of us agreed, we were confident in the belief that we’d had some degree of control over our fate. Not so when caught in a natural disaster like an earthquake. There in the calm of the evening, this international confes-sional was a fascinating study in human nature. Its lesson: take away a man’s sense of control and you may render him de-fenseless. Some former prisoners of war speak of the same thing. Throughout Egypt, the cradle of civilization, land of the pha-raohs, home of two of the man-made Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, perhaps the most often heard expression was insha Allah (if God wills). Descending those 312 steps of the American Embassy earlier that day, I’d been scared witless because the situation was beyond my control. If the building was going to fall down crushing us all, I could do nothing to prevent it. Nor could I do anything to affect the funereal pace of the evacuation. Worst of all, I was powerless to help Karen at the VOA or even to know whether she was still alive. But if I had no power, no control, who did? It was a question that everyone in our gathering, and perhaps everyone in Cairo, had asked himself that day. A question each person could an-swer only for himself. Trapped in the embassy stairwell as I had been earlier, I’m sure I was not alone in thinking, “We are going to make it—insha Allah!”

GHS

* I learned later that this film depicts the 1940 collapse of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge in Washington—as the result of wind-induced torsional oscillation, not an earthquake.

Holding on after the quake (or “Riding with the Taliban”)

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PK CARLTON from page 3

He attended the National War College in Washington, DC from Aug 1961 to Jun 1962, during which time he also at-tended The George Washington University. In Jun 1962 he assumed command of the 379th Bomb Wing at Wurtsmith AFB, MI and in Nov 1963, was assigned as commander of the 305th Bomb Wing, Bunker Hill AFB, IN. In Jul 1965, he was assigned to SAC HQ at Offutt AFB, NE with dual responsibilities as chief, SIOPs Division, Joint Stra-tegic Target Planning Staff, and chief, Operations Plans Divi-sion, Directorate of operations. He assumed duties as ADCOS for operations in Jun 1967. Gen Carlton took command of the 1st Strategic Aerospace Division, Vandenberg AFB, CA in Aug 1968. He returned to Headquarters SAC in Mar 1969 to serve as DCOS for opera-tions. He next served as commander of the 15th Air Force, March AFB, CA from Aug 1969 until Sep 1972 when he as-sumed command of MAC. He was promoted to the rank of general the following month on Oct 9, 1972. On Feb 1, 1977, when MAC was designated as a specified command, Gen Carl-ton became CINCMAC. He retired from the Air Force on Apr 1, 1977. He had more than 12,000 flying hours and flew the B-47, B-52, B-58, KC-135, C-141, C-5 and SR-71. He was a member of the Air Force Association (Citation of Honor 1973), Order of Daedalians, American Defense Preparedness Association, and the National Defense Transportation Association. He is survived by his wife Helen; daughter Dorothy E. Sie-vert and husband, Pete of Chicago, IL; son, Lt. Gen. Paul K. Carlton Jr., USAF (Ret.) and wife Jan of College Station, TX; seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. His memorial service took place Dec 7, 2009, in San Anto-nio. Interment was one week later at the Air Force Academy cemetery in Colorado Springs.

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Dale Boggie remembers the general

PK was a good friend for 42 years. I met him at Vandenberg AFB when he was a two star and commanding general of the 1st Strategic Aerospace Division. I was the squadron CO of a tenant unit and attended his weekly staff meetings. We hit it off for some reason, maybe because we were both members of the rod and gun club, circa 1968. With 103 acres, Vandenberg was a hunter’s paradise. Deer, wild boar, ducks and geese. We both had jeeps with big bal-loon tires to get around well before ATVs were invented. On one memorable occasion I saw him stop, get out a chain and pull a MSgt out of a bog. PK was dressed in nondescript hunt-ing clothes. The Sgt slapped him on the back and said, "Thanks a lot, Sarge." PK just smiled and drove off in his jeep. When I saw the Sgt later I informed him that the "Sarge" he slapped on the back was the two star commanding general

of the base. The MSgt was shocked as the end of his career flashed through his mind. PK never brought it up. Years later, when I transferred to Denver and found he had a home here, I joked with him about it. He and his wife Helen loved Japanese Beef Bowls served at a little place near Cham-bers & Iliff and I would see them there once in a while when I dropped in for a bowl too. He had a place near Breckenridge and a permanent spot for his Airstream camping trailer in a beautiful RV park. He let me use it when I went up there to ski. He also let me use his reserved parking spot at the AFA football stadium when he was at his condo down in Destin, FL. The spot at the stadium was right next to the press box entrance. It was pretty snazzy, parking my rig in a spot with a 4 star reserved sign on it. When I was still on active duty as Deputy Commander at Lowry, I loaned him a 16mm projector so he could view the monthly “Air Force Now” documentary films which were sent to him from Hq USAF. When the base closed, I just had them write off the projector as irreparable. Before he left Denver to move into the Air Force Village in San Antonio, he gave the projector back to me. So if anyone has an old 16mm film to look at, I've got the projector. So, for all the above, I paid his dues at Flt 18 when he forgot to do so. He was also a member of the Eglin flight, though I don't think he went to many meetings there. He liked the cama-raderie of our flight, especially when I would introduce him as our Mach 3 four star general. They had taken him up in an SR-71 for a Mach 3 run and warned him not to touch anything on the canopy rail or sides of the fuselage because it would fry the skin off his hand. ###

Random thoughts…. ….For those who believe waterboading is torture, here’s a practical distinction. Waterboarding can make you fear you’re about to die; torture can make you hope you are.

….Never accuse Congress of “spending like drunken sailors.” By equating them with Congress, you’ll be offending drunken sailors everywhere.

Welcome Aboard from page 3

* COANG pilots Josh Berger and James Edwards, both of whom are Daedalians, have transferred into the Flight and will be formally welcomed in our May newsletter.

* Congratulations to Wiley Eaton, who became a Daeda-lians Named Member last fall, is now a Life Member of the Order and a Life Member of Flight 18. He’s also sporting his brand new Daedalian blazer and is, we trust, enjoying the benefits of same described on page 2 of this newslet-ter. Wiley knows how to do it right, by golly!

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*** Sea Biscuits and Scuttlebutt ***

Bogus E-Mails True or False? George W. Bush said:

• The future will be better tomorrow. • The vast majority of our imports come from out-

side the country. • I stand by all the misstatements that I’ve made. • I have made good judgments in the past. I have

made good judgments in the future. • We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are

part of NATO. We have a firm commitment to Europe. We are part of Europe.

• If we don’t succeed, we run the risk of failure. • A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer

people going to the polls. • It isn’t pollution that’s harming the environ-

ment. It’s the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.

False! All of the above have been sardonically attri-buted in bogus e-mails to Dan Quayle, Al Gore, George W. Bush and John Kerry. The last three ori-ginated in MAD Magazine. The rest are anonymous. ___________________________________________

The power of imprecise language

I got a new stick deodorant. The instructions said, “Remove cap, push up bottom.” I can barely walk now, but when I break wind it smells amazing.

How to recognize Swine Flu symptoms (or, could this be James Carville on a good day?)

Mile High Flight 18 - 2010

Flight Captain……....…….. Don Neary, COL, ANG (Ret) Vice Flt Capt ..……..…… Brian Patterson, LTC, COANG Adjutant…..……….….…....…Mitch Neff, LTC, COANG Treasurer ..……………..... Tom Shaw, MAJ, USAF (Ret) Provost Marshall……..... Dale Boggie, COL, USAF (Ret) Asst Treasurer….. Hugh Greenwood, CPT, USAFR (Sep) Scholarships…....……… Bill Greener, LTC, USAF (Ret) Newsletter…............... Ger Spaulding, CAPT, USN (Ret) (Positions in bold elected, those in italics appointed) ♠ Flight 18 normally meets the third Friday of each month at the Aurora Hills Tin Cup Bar & Grill, located just north of Alameda and just east of Peoria. Social hour at 11:00, lunch at 12:00. Exceptions via newsletter and caller notification. ♠ The newsletter is published quarterly. Contact the ed. at (719) 638-5786 or via e-mail at gerkar@comcast.net.

Web site: http://www.ghspaulding.com/orderofdaedalianshome.htm

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“Shooter's Odds” by Ross Buckland (from the web). With talk of an imminent armistice, F-86 pilot Ralph Parr was afraid the Korean War would be over before he would get into air combat. Flying a routine patrol over the Yalu, Parr spotted a glint of light low against the ground and suspected enemy aircraft. Rolling into a Split-S, Parr dove his F-86F down from 41,000 feet and closed rapidly on the suspicious image. Soon he saw four MiG-l5s right in front of him, but a quick look left and right revealed a total of 16 enemy aircraft. Not one to miss an opportunity, Parr engaged the closest aircraft and was immediately in a boiling dogfight right on the deck. After he destroyed two Migs and damaged another the remaining aircraft fled for the North. Ralph Parr finished the Korean War a double ace, shooting down ten enemy aircraft in just 30 missions over five weeks.

Mile High Flight 18 Order of Daedalians P.O. Box 472976 Aurora, CO 80047-2976