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Imminent Threat
AIR WAR #2

 

THE INCREDIBLE TRUE STORY OF THE COMBAT FLYERS

 

INCLUDES A SPECIAL FOREWORD
BY THE AUTHOR

 

 

 

William Robert Stanek

 

RP MEDIA

REAGENT PRESS

 

Imminent Threat
AIR WAR #2

 

This Edition Copyright © 2015 William Robert Stanek.

Original release © 2006 William Robert Stanek

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form. Printed in the United States of America.

 

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Cover design & illustration by RP Media
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Stanek, William Robert.

Imminent Threat: Air War #2. The Incredible Try Story of the Combat Flyers/William Robert Stanek.

p.cm.

1. Persian Gulf War, 1991—Personal narratives, American.

2. United States. United States Air Force.

3. Stanek, William Robert. Title.

 

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: WILLIAM ROBERT STANEK

AUTHOR’S NOTES

THE AIR PLAYERS

THE PACKAGE

THE COMBAT CREW

INNER SHIP’S COMMUNICATIONS

FOREWORD

EVENING, TUESDAY, 22 JANUARY 1991

WEDNESDAY, 23 JANUARY 1991

THURSDAY, 24 JANUARY 1991

FRIDAY, 25 JANUARY 1991

SATURDAY, 26 JANUARY 1991

SUNDAY, 27 JANUARY 1991

MONDAY, 28 JANUARY 1991

TUESDAY, 29 JANUARY 1991

WEDNESDAY, 30 JANUARY 1991

THURSDAY, 31 JANUARY 1991

GERMANY

FRIDAY, 1 FEBRUARY 1991

SATURDAY, 2 FEBRUARY 1991

GLOSSARY OF TERMS

TIMELINE

 

 

 

 

About the Author:
William Robert Stanek

 

The author proudly served in the Persian Gulf War as a combat crewmember on an EC-130H, an Electronic Warfare aircraft. During the war he flew numerous combat missions and logged over two hundred combat flight hours. Additionally, he has nearly 1000 hours of EC-130H flight time.

    In his military career, he has always been at the top of his class—a two-time distinguished graduate, honor graduate, and unit technician of the year. His civilian education includes a B. S. in Computer Science, magna cum laude, and a Master of Science Information Systems with distinction. His distinguished accomplishments during the Gulf War earned him nine medals, including our nation’s highest flying honor, the Air Force Distinguished Flying Cross.

    His last station while in the Air Force was at the 324th Intelligence Squadron, Wheeler Army Airfield, Hawaii. His initial training in the intelligence field was as a Russian linguist. His language background also includes Japanese, Korean, German and Spanish. As a writer, he has always preferred book-length fiction and non-fiction. One of his essays on military life won a writing contest, earning him a cash award and the George Washington Honor medal from the Freedom Foundation at Valley Forge.

    His experiences in the Persian Gulf War changed his life and helped drive his successful career as a writer and entrepreneur. To date, he has written and had published over 150 books. His books are sold all over the world and have been translated into many languages.

    

 

Author’s Notes

 

Times and dates are included to provide a sense of chronology and are not absolutes. The notes in my journal had times referenced in Greenwich Mean Time (Zulu), which were converted to local times dependent on location.

    The events depicted in the story are taken from real accounts, my personal journal, and various other unclassified sources. Names have been changed to protect the privacy rights of those involved. Some aspects of the story have been dramatized to provide a more complete view of the air war.

 

 

The Air Players

Callsign

Aircraft type

Role

Gas Station

KC

Refueler.

Gypsy

AWACS

Airborne warning and control.

Paladin

F-15C Eagle

Air support. CAP. MiG Sweep.

Phantom

RC-135

Reconnaissance.

Shadow

EC-130

EW/Communications jammer.

 

 

The Package

Nickname

Aircraft type

Role

Buff

B-52

Heavy bomber.

Eagle

F-15C

Air superiority fighter/interceptor.

Falcon

F-16

Air-to-air, air-to-ground fighter.

Raven

EF-111

EW, primary radar jammer, attack.

Strike Eagle

F-15E

Deep interdiction; carries payload.

Thunderbolt

A-10

Ground attack aircraft.

Weasel

F-4G

EW radar jammer, attack, reconnaissance.

Note
: A suffix indicates the aircraft’s number as part of a group. Paladin-1 is the leader (Paladin Leader). Paladin-2 is his wingman. Paladin-3 is the next fighter. Paladin-4 is Paladin-3’s wingman.

 

The Combat Crew

Normal crew load is 13 (this can vary)

Front Crew

 

Nickname

Full Name

AC

Aircraft Commander; the pilot

Co

Copilot

Eng

Engineer

Nav

Navigator

AMT

Air Maintenance Technician

Mission Crew

 

Nickname

Full Name

MCC

Mission Crew Commander

MCS
(Pos. 5)

Mission Crew Supervisor

Positions
1, 2, 3, 4

Junior operators/ operators

Positions 6, 7

Senior operators

 

 

Inner Ship’s Communications

 

Channel

Description

Flight Crew Hot

For emergencies. When pulled, it activates the headset microphone without having to key it. Also called Ship’s Hot.

Listen

For listening to Flight Crew Hot comms.

PA

The ship’s loudspeaker; only the front-end can talk on PA.

Private A

The mission crew commander’s channel, used to pass targeted signals to the MCC.

Private B

The mission crew’s channel, and for comms to the mission crew supervisor.

Select

Patch directly to other positions, like a dial-in telephone switching bank for general chatter.

Ship’s Interphone

Cockpit comms and comms to the front-end.

 

 

FOREWORD

May, 2015

 

My accomplishments during my 11-year military career earned me 29 commendations. When I left the military, I was one of the most highly decorated in the command.

    My commander and supervisor loved it when I put on my dress blues and participated in the various parades and celebrations on base, especially Memorial Day, Veteran’s Day, and the 4th of July. I met a few presidents, including George W. Bush and Bill Clinton, and a few generals, including Colin Powell and H. Norman Schwarzkopf, that way. And let me tell you, it was truly great to have presidents and generals shake my hand and meant it.

    With what’s happening in the world right now, it’s a good time to look back and reflect. I served my country in foreign lands and during several tours of duty in combat zones, including two combat tours in Iraq. During the tour of duty I write about in this book, I flew on 32 combat missions from the opening days of the war to its end. In that time, there was never a day I didn’t look death in the face. Never a day I didn’t face AAA, SAMs and more as we flew our missions.

    Because of that service, I will always know that when the darkest of hours arrives I will not hesitate. When asked, I answered. When called, I went. When death stared up from the void, I did not fear. I gave because it was my duty and because I felt it was the right thing to do.

    I write about some of my experiences in this book, which was featured in a full-page review in the Journal of Electronic Defense and on NPR. Though a memoir, the book is largely a tribute to the men and woman I served with.

    As you read, I hope the book opens a window for you as big as the original experiences did for me. After combat, the world never seemed quite the same. The return to normalcy was a strange experience, never quite accomplished. I don’t, in fact, think I ever slowed down or ever quite touched the earth after those experiences. For it was afterward that everything in this world changed—that everything in this world became so clear. And afterward that I set my sights on the future and never looked back.

    Terrible experiences can change a person for better or worse. I’d like to think the terrible experiences recounted herein changed me for the better and opened my eyes to the wider world. As you read my story and that of those I served with, remember that I wrote this book as I lived it, when I was a much younger man than I am today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evening,
Tuesday, 22 January 1991

 

 

 

In lieu of the promised recreation tent, six crew dogs crowded around a picnic table that stood between the two small buildings of the PME. We listened to a news broadcast on Allen’s portable radio.

    It was still early evening, but as the light drained from the sky, cold air began moving in. This time of year, the long Turkish nights were so cold you could see your breath. We huddled around the radio in our winter flight gear and thermals as if it could offer some extra warmth. Bad Boy was the exception; he had lived in Alaska for three years, and the cold didn’t seem to affect him. Allen, Cosmo, and PBJ were part of the six, and we weren’t sitting out in the cold for nothing; we were waiting for Bobby to return with the promised case of Budweiser.

    There was a certain cohesiveness forming between members of the crews. You knew everyone else; you had your friends and associates, but your crew was your crew and you stuck with them. They’d been there with you when the shit had hit the fan. They’d been there with you when you’d seen the whole of your life flash before your eyes. They’d been there with you afterward while you waited the seemingly endless hours before you were to fly again.

    I wolfed down a can of pork and beans straight out of the can and icy cold. It was supper, and it tasted exceptionally good. A group of us had headed across base earlier on a sort of “recon” mission. We found that the commissary two blocks up the street was finally open.

    We discovered on our little sojourn that the air base, like us, seemed to be recovering from the mass confusion that had besieged it and us during those first few frantic days. Across the air base, though, there were still people housed in every possible nook and cranny. The base gym, the local YMCA, and the base rec center were all stuffed to overflowing with recent arrivals.

    There were troops crowded into barracks hallways and day rooms, all sleeping on surplus cots as we were. There seemed to be an abundance of cots, which they were unloading by the truckload all around the base. Tent City had grown two-fold since our arrival and they filled each new tent just as fast as it went up. Back at the PME, we were quite thankful for the rooms we were packed into like sardines.

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