Venture Into the Stratosphere: Flying the First Jetliners [Idioma Inglés] - Softcover

Colvert, Dominic

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ISBN 10: 1683507932 ISBN 13: 9781683507932

Verlag: Morgan James Publishing, 2018

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Serves as an intriguing story. Reveals an untold History that arouses the curiosity of those with a general aviation interest, but particularly those with a connection to the introduction of jetliners. Provides a window on cultural developments after the turn of the century brought new technologies that are subtly shaping behavior and values. Evokes nostalgia, challenges, and sentimentality with regards to psychological shifts. There are about 2.5 M airline passengers per day. NOTA: El libro no está en español, sino en inglés.

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After discharge from the Irish Air Corps, Dominic Colvert continued his career in aviation by becoming a flight engineer on the first jetliners, de Havilland Comets. The work as flight crew for BOAC (British Overseas Airway Corporation) was challenging as the airline developed new frontiers in aviation and new routes to exotic destinations worldwide. Returning to school, Dominic earned an MS in Engineering from University of California, Berkeley, before working in engineering and management at various Silicone Valley companies, and as adjunct faculty at Embry Riddle University. At the heart of these work and study situations was a common focus on technology and the human factors involved. With the changing work emphasis, he published articles in Industrial Engineer, Fidelity, and Wild West magazines. His most recent publication is a controversial topic, The Letters of Peter H. Burnett: Realism and The Roots of California. Dominic lives and writes in Palo Alto, CA, but was born and married in London, England. His military years were lived in Dublin, Ireland, and he remembers with nostalgia the years in San Francisco while attending UCB and his homestead in San Carlos, California.

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Venture Into The Stratosphere

Flying The First Jetliners

By Dominic Colvert

Morgan James Publishing

Copyright © 2018 Dominic Colvert
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-68350-793-2

Contents

Preface, 
Chapter 1 The Elixir Of Freedom, 
Chapter 2 Mastery Of The Air, 
Chapter 3 The Ethos Of Post-War Aviation, 
Chapter 4 A Military Career, 
Chapter 5 Irish Army Air Corps, 
Chapter 6 Innovation, 
Chapter 7 The Jetliner, 
Chapter 8 An Evolving Civil Aviation, 
Chapter 9 Flight Engineering, 
Chapter 10 Ground School And Flight Training, 
Chapter 11 North Atlantic Operations, 
Chapter 12 Adventures Close To Home, 
Chapter 13 Arabian Days, 
Chapter 14 The Paris Of The Middle East, 
Chapter 15 A Shia Capitol, 
Chapter 16 A City On The Nile, 
Chapter 17 African Journeys, 
Chapter 18 Five Minutes, 
Chapter 19 The Kingdom Of Ceylon, 
Chapter 20 India, 
Chapter 21 British China, 
Chapter 22 The Land Of The Rising Sun, 
Chapter 23 A Successful Colony, 
Chapter 24 Venturing Down Under, 
Chapter 25 South America, 
Chapter 26 Afterword, 
Meet the Author, 
Acronyms, 
Notes, 

CHAPTER 1

THE ELIXIR OF FREEDOM

My earliest interest in flying machines was in 1939. I never saw those behemoths — the airships — that preceded the flying boats in ferrying passengers across the Atlantic. But in 1939, when silver machines were spotted in the sky in our airspace in County Tipperary, everyone was excited and stopped to gaze heavenward. The adults' excitement was contagious; and we, little kids, ran around with our arms extended, yelling "Yankee Clipper! Yankee Clipper!" For that was what our mentors had identified the object in the sky to be. You might think "cute, but not a powerful story." However, remember that scarcely a generation earlier, the idea of a silver machine flying through the air could only have occurred in Greek mythology.

In a short time, make-believe Yankee Clipper gave way to exploring our rural surroundings. I remember my brother Brendon organized an expedition to An Cnoc. This was a hill from which we were promised to see parts of seven counties "on a clear day." It was an all-day trek, so we started early. Armed with stout sticks and with our commander reconnoitering the route we, budding Roald Amundsens, strode through fields, walked carefully around fairy forts, hurried past paddocks that might have dangerous bulls, gave wide berth to farmers' houses with their inevitable watchdogs, and paused to pick blackberries and whorts (whortleberries) as the opportunities arose. By midday, we were ascending the final steep climb to the summit. Triumphant and seated in that commanding position, we, with some misgivings, hungrily downed our lunch rations purloined from the kitchen. The misgivings arose because it had been thought in the morning that adequate rations for the trip included some of Auntie Maie's raisins. It must be remembered that this was war time and any imported goods, such as raisins, were an extreme rarity. I will never know how Auntie Maie got them, but I know she planned a scrumptious and rare cake.

At the summit, my knowledge of geography and terrestrial science did not permit me to identify for sure the terra firma of seven counties. Nevertheless, it was a satisfying experience. The return journey was tough and we were tired when we reached home. I expected dire consequences from Auntie Maie. She brought up the subject and Brendon shouldered full responsibility for the irreplaceable raisins. He pleaded necessity. She was a gentle lady and, to my continued amazement, she accepted my brother's plea, without admitting to his military necessity part. We were experiencing how the distaff side of the house primed boys to be men!

On the long days of summer vacation, my brother, Terry, and I worked as a team, savoring the pleasure of fishing in streams too tiny to have a name. We would bring home our catch of trout that was six inches or bigger. Our prize catch was a marvelous eighteen-inch specimen, taken from the head springs of the river closest to us. After the heads were cut off and they were gutted, Mama pan fried them. Those fish had a deliciousness never again, in my experience, to be equaled. Although we did fish with rod and line — using worms for bait, and a hook crudely fashioned from Mama's sewing supplies — it was the elemental nature of hand fishing that made it our much-loved challenge. The contemplative experience of sitting on the river bank waiting for a fish to bite faded in comparison to removing boots and socks, wading into the stream, and attempting to outwit the wily fish.

The crowning experience for "The Young Lads of the River" was the legendary trout of Kyle that got away. Kyle was a place about a mile beyond the village and there, hidden in a sheltered ravine, was a small year- round unnamed river. We discovered the enormous trout that inhabited an impregnable pool in that river. We thought of him in the singular, though he was undoubtedly just one of many. Here was a challenge we could not refuse! On a hot day, we entered the overgrown ravine and headed upstream through the dappled sunlight. In less than a half mile we arrived at the pool; it was at the base of a waterfall. The glinting waters at the top of the falls plummeting ten or twelve feet had sculpted out a very deep pool at the base. The aerated water at the base flowed out into a progressively shallower, dark, limpid pool for about thirty or forty feet before the river returned to an ankle-depth, burbling stream among the rocks.

So we devised our plan of attack. We knew the secret of hand fishing — the hands must be placed motionless in the water until the fish approaches close enough that it cannot escape. The slightest movement alerts the fish to danger and he darts away; in this case upstream into the inaccessible deep. So, we rolled up our shorts and waded in above knee height into the shockingly cold water. The shaded pool water was close to ground temperature, definitely less than fifty degrees. Facing toward the shallows, we hold our hands steady in the water, and wait for him to appear. We did not last very long, and gave up as hands and legs became painfully numb, and a deep blue color from the icy cold water. However, we did not surrender easily. We returned a number of times to the contest, but the quarry always managed to elude us and flee to his mysterious sanctuary.

In competitive games, I liked handball and practiced my skills endlessly against any convenient gable wall. Running held great interest for all of us and we secretly envisioned, if it were humanly possible, our being the first to run the four-minute mile. Remember, it was to be 1954 before this worldwide interest in the sub-four-minute mile was resolved by Roger Bannister. We were also inspired by the performance of John Joe Barry (The Ballincurry Hare) of Kyle, who actually — not to our surprise — went on to hold many world-class records for running.

We committed ourselves to investigating beyond the horizon, beyond the visible more distant features of the landscape — Slievenamon and the Devils Bit. We were not going to set any limits to our horizons. The silver machine in the sky was the sign of another even more exciting dimension of the world awaiting exploration. We would venture into the stratosphere. Indeed our youthful spirits were fired up with the excitement, not just for geographic discovery, but also for the potential for a holistic knowledge of the cosmos.

We tasted the ultimate in freedom. Of course, if you had asked us the meaning of freedom we could not have answered. Nor did we analyze the aphorisms we imbibed from our widowed mother that emphasized that we should fearlessly seek the objective truth. It would require more maturity to see objectivity as the elixir of freedom. Referring to the Jeffersonian compendium of the good life, it could be said that we were grateful for the gift of life and freedom that produced happiness. But this exercise of freedom was not in any passing pleasure; for Mama's rules were strict, and we could see, for example, that those "given to drink" were enslaved. Instead, we thought to pursue the good as a kind of inchoate natural law. For me, the sense of freedom and wellbeing was often acute at the end of a busy day when the shades of sleep would envelop my tired body. As the demands of the external world faded, without conceptualization, the pure experience of Being produced a euphoria before sleep enveloped the mind.

I was, however, a veteran of the jet age before I had an opportunity to explore the aircraft that was the summit of flying boat technology — the Yankee Clipper, or more exactly, the Boeing B-314. Construction of an airport for seaplanes at Foynes on the Shannon River began in 1935. The airport, being on neutral territory in World War Two, became one of the world's largest civilian airports in the 1940s. It served worldwide destinations and the huge flying boats took off from there on the initial trans-Atlantic routes. After the flying boat era came to an end and the land- based planes moved to Rineanna (now Shannon) airport, a marvelous exhibit was built at the Foynes museum: floating in its own lagoon, is a B- 314 built from Boeing's original blue prints.

Exploring the interior of this "Yankee Clipper," was indeed a wondrous venture. You can wander about the Boeing's B-314's spacious cabin interior; you can envisage poring over the maps in mid-Atlantic at the navigator station, or hauling back on the control column to nudge the boat from the Shannon River into the air.

For me, the childhood thrill of aviation never really wore off. In our school library, I delighted in books on adventure and travel to mysterious places. I read about and identified with heroes like Charles Lindbergh and Amelia Earhart. I harbored dreams of travel to far-off mysterious places and to see and understand the whole breadth of human existence.

By the time I reached manhood, coming from a strong family, I had a positive self image. So, the Western ideas in my upbringing would be the position from which I would examine the civics and cultures of those mysterious places I would visit. I would naturally scrutinize things for their conformance to the concept of freedom, which was a palpable part of our existence. This sentiment, as distinct from the practice, related immediately to the French Revolution but ultimately came through turbulent history from more ancient times. As epitomized in the American Revolution, Western nations hearkened to the cry for freedom, and the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries saw the borders and civic dynamics of Europe change. England and other countries, of course, would remain colonial powers for some time, but their internal politics were democratic. Even in England, where the Head of State and the Head of State Church are ceremonially one and the same person, and bishops sat in the House of Lords, there was freedom of conscience.

Ireland, in the 1950's, had recently passed through a tumultuous period. Only a generation had passed since its terrifying civil war. Prior to that, in common with other European nations, the country also had a history of civil, cultural, and religious struggles that lived vividly in the people's memory. The mark of those historical exertions was to leave our minds cherishing these symbols: separation of spiritual and civic powers, democracy, and freedom. The separation of powers was essentially a part of the Irish Christian heritage that guaranteed the treasured freedom of conscience.

However, by the 1950s, these higher things belonged to a vaguely held or unspoken philosophy. My concerns were naturally directed toward economic possibilities, and to choosing a successful career in line with my youthful aspirations.

CHAPTER 2

MASTERY OF THE AIR

To understand the thrill aviation held for society in general in those early days, it is necessary to transpose oneself in spirit to that bygone era. This is no easy task, given that we now routinely fly to a destination to accomplish something there. Furthermore, the experience of getting there may be for us no more than a distraction from our computer or the entertainment system movie channel. Imagine, though, the wonderful experience when for the airplane passenger getting there was still a first class adventure!

From prehistory, people were mindful of heavier-than-air flight. The powerful and graceful flights of many species of birds always excited envy and dreams of human aviation: as in the Biblical expression where Isaiah says, "they will soar as with eagles' wings." The human spirit was uplifted even by a mental image of a bird's eye view that was so often captured by the creativity of an artist, and, after October 1783, by those privileged to make an ascent in a hot air balloon. For such earth-bound people, actual aviation was a savoring of the magic of bi-location.

Those ancient dreams are celebrated in the Greek myth of Icarus, who escaped Crete on wings constructed by his father with wax and feathers. Glorying in his freedom and driven by hubris, Icarus flies too high. Being too close to the sun the wax melts and he crashes and drowns in the Icarian Sea. In true mythical fashion, the story is more than mere fantasy, and these twin themes — happiness and hubris — were still marks of heavier-than-air flight in the 1930s and 1950s.

Nothing better demonstrates the widespread — may we say, universal — appreciation of the human venture into the air than the frenzied emotional adulation poured out worldwide on Charles Lindbergh's daring, but foolhardy, flight from New York to Paris in 1927. On May 21st, when he made landfall at Dingle Bay in Ireland, and while traversing southern England and Normandy, people rushed from their houses to wave to him. At Paris, he was greeted by a mob of admirers a hundred thousand strong. But these demonstrations were only a beginning; the outpouring of approval for the man and his achievement was truly international. Effusive demonstrations were made in Belgium, England, Mexico, Japan, and China. While Lindbergh, the man, was later to suffer rejection, his achievement in that first New York to Paris flight never lost its appeal. It was estimated that an astonishing 25 percent of the American population turned out to greet him and laud his success.

Probably the first routine manned heavier-than-air flights were achieved in California by a University of Santa Clara professor, John J. Montgomery, in glider flights from 1883 to 1911. Following the earth-shattering 1906 San Francisco earthquake, Montgomery's experiments were held up. On resumption of his experiments, he was killed in October 1911 when his glider stalled and crashed. At Kitty Hawk in December 1903, the Wright brothers achieved their renowned takeoff, and first sustained manned heavier-than-air flight using an internal combustion power plant.

These wonderful achievements in the technology and art of flying unleashed, as we have noted, a natural human interest and delight in aviation. But what was to be the commercial aspects of these innovations? There was money to be made in air shows and demonstrations of death- defying feats. Charles Lindbergh recounts that on his first parachute jump he decided it would be a "double jump." When he exited the airplane his canopy blossomed, then he collapsed it. As he was falling free, the crowd gasped at witnessing a man falling to his death. Then he opened a second parachute. But such circuses were by nature not going to be truly large businesses unless they involved the general public in a useful way, and as more than just spectators.

It so happened, that nineteenth-century institution, the Post Office, was the key to commercialization. There was a market for the value received from air mail — a high-value lightweight payload. Commerce is, of course, stimulated by prompt communications. But more importantly, in human terms, as a social reality, the harshness of being separated from those we love is softened by speedy exchanges. In America, the Post Office proved to be a vital component of the westward migration. Without its delivery of letters and newspapers an American national politics was hardly conceivable.

The early aircraft flights in the mail business competed with horse-drawn, automotive, and steam train postal services on land, and with telegraph messaging. In this environment, the revenues from air mail were able to attract entrepreneurial capital. Mail contracts have been a vital part of aviation economics from the earliest days to the jet age. Where it was difficult to attract brave passengers, a Post Office air mail subsidy could turn a profit.

Remarkably, the first east-bound non-stop crossing of the Atlantic in 1919 carried a mail satchel. John Alcock and Arthur Brown carried it in their modified Vickers Vimy aircraft, flying from St. John's, Newfoundland to a crash landing in Clifden, Ireland — where they mistook a soft water-logged bog for an open grassy field. They proudly delivered the satchel in London a few days later, despite the unplanned events. Alcock and Brown's speed of delivery was well beyond any possible surface competing services.

In the years 1914 to 1918, the war effort for World War One became the impetus to greatly advance the use of aircraft. Beginning with, in military terms, incredibly valuable reconnaissance flights, the ace fighter pilots became as the knights of old: legendary heroes ever ready for gladiatorial combat and a high-minded respect for their antagonists. After the war, there was wide spread admiration for the flyers and the many achievements in aviation. By the 1930s, improvements too numerous to mention made aircraft like the Yankee Clipper possible. There were advances in the theory of flight; mechanical instrumentation; radio instrumentation; more powerful types of fuel; and in stronger, more durable, lightweight construction. Of particular importance was the development of powerful aircraft radial engines and variable pitch, fully feathering propellers.

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• Verlag: Morgan James Publishing
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1683507932
• ISBN 13: 9781683507932
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