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Lemonade landing of Tu-134
I do not tell me at once! Just 7 years of his life he gave civil aviation)
In the course of restructuring - in the early 90s, when our army respected the whole world, and were afraid of our enemies - "homegrown" policy started its hard to ruin. Our northern border has been hitherto well protected shelves most modern MiG-31 and Su-27. With them at us and started ...
I came from vacation, and I was invited for an interview in the division on the reduction. I was then 40 years old. 20 years of service, 40 - seniority. Do not I have become humiliated and deliver shtabnikam fun - wrote a report and left.
He appealed to the Arkhangelsk airline, and I took the tape without a navigator on the Tu-134. He passed retraining in Ulyanovsk and began to fly. In the two months was a raid, as MiG - a year. Wherever I went during this time: Tashkent and Novosibirsk, Baku and Lviv, Crimea and the Baltic States. The crew came from experienced, decent and honest guys. All anything, but ...
There was 7 May 1994. We have at this time the sun almost never sets. We had to perform a simple flight Arkhangelsk-Moscow and back. Weather in the morning, excellent visibility million per million. Bypassed Manager, meteorological, health center physician starting, which also is my wife, Valentina V.. He hugged her, kissed her (which before leaving in flight, did not), and flew away.
To Moscow it was possible to fly visually, without a map, sky - pale blue, with mist from the earth.
From Sheremetyevo, to tap wheels on concrete slabs, headed for Archangel. Later, some of the passengers would say that they had heard during the run-up some uncharacteristic knock. Bravado and nonsense all this, because the pilots with my experience (and the guys from the civil aviation fly a lot more) and razlichat instantly hear any uncharacteristic knock or hit any part of the flight - and none of us had not heard.
Everything was going fine until he started to decrease and began to produce the chassis. I expect the rate to the third turn, and to report to Nicholas Fishovu, our second pilot - he runs the ship. George A. Eliseev - Commander - everything under control.
The point of the landing gear. Now it works mechanic Jura Birkin. I hear his report not got the right post. Guys are trying to remove and release once-similarly.
The report of the commander on the ground. Fuel allows you to hang in the air for at least one hour. Furnishings - quiet time there. We are trying to figure out what was wrong. Dragged "Owner's Manual", read all the points and act - it is useless.
According to the instructions - if the landing gear did not work after three attempts, it has not come out. By this time, begin to understand that our manager arrived on the ground "helpers" - come one more absurd than the other teams, what our clever commander does not stand up and say the air: - "I fly on the Tu-134, but not on Anti 24 ", in response to the KDP falls silent for a while.
They forced us to perform a few more attempts, with the result that did not come out and did not get up to the castle and also the front desk (squeezed from the slurry tank full).
But now it has taken a serious turn. Instantly flashes rage boiling anger. What kind of people we are, we have no idea, and climb to command and to lead? All right on the ground - and in fact we have but ourselves - 64 passengers, and, as always, and the children! Among the passengers, David himself Pashayev, Hero of Socialist Labor, director of Sevmash on board.
By this time, flight attendants and passengers have already prepared a room for emergency landing. People know what it is. The commander sends me to see how things were going in the cabin. I go out. I see that the chair opposite the escape hatches released. The faces of all the focus, and people look at me with hope and a prayer. A woman took my hand and said: "Wait a minute with me, it would be easier." Then I see - sitting several rows of young, and it seemed to me, very strong guys and one of them said to me: "Commander, go and do their work, there will be order." Looking at his muscular arms, I realized that there really will be order and no panic. It turned out it was our civil sailors, some flew home from abroad. Well not so proud of the guys? A plane flies, fuel melts gidrobachok empty.
I understand what happens after touching an airplane without the main strip and the front struts at a speed of 190 km / h - the chopper will start. I sat down in the cab, put its military leather jacket buttoned. This is in case we begin to tear apart something to his wife even had a chance to gather my pieces. Somehow, I thought that I will be buried in his native Ukraine near his grandfather, because everyone knew that we were friends with his grandfather. My wife, I think, five years to marry the son is almost an adult, will not disappear. And it was all I care about, the heart zaderevenelo. Flying over the strip next round and looked at her balcony, and a stranger he seemed and unnecessary, and the earth - quite unwelcome. No one, I no longer remembered, and do not bring me life lived. Feelings and emotions are gone. And I realized that neither himself nor others I have no pity.
And then suddenly the Jura Birkin offers to fill the tank, that in the copilot's seat, on-board liquid. The girls brought all the lemonade, but it was not enough. They appealed to the passengers. People began to give Coca-Cola and Pepsi, a man brought two bottles - vodka, wine. Yura looked and politely, with humor, replied that such a pity to pour liquid, and it is necessary to leave for better times. Filled, and began to manually create pressure as Automatic somehow did not work.
And it must be brought up to 240 atm. We work in shift knob, almost unconscious, and there is no pressure and no. Forces leave, and even tension! Then Yura says: & quot; Guys, I forgot to close the neck! & Quot;
Well what can I say?
Close, and power are not the same. And Yuri went to the salon for help. I turned to one big man, and he shows that in Russian does not understand. "Yes, what do I need your tongue?" And invited him into the cabin. The big man turned out to be a Hindu - quickly created the necessary pressure.
We have on the line entering the glide path. Kerosene left, they say - a couple of buckets. Another attempt to release the front stoyku- happened !!!
(Though it lasted, it seems like an eternity)
All. Decreases. I was, as it should be in emergency cases, removed from the navigator's cabin. Go-commander says - and if anything, tell me how it was. I, Igor, too, want to live ...
I hugged the children and leave them alone.
Jura would later joke - "Poor without a navigator, now all broken glass fly at me." Flaps. Is further drive neighbor, jewelry touch the concrete strip mileage. The aircraft due to the speed and the lift still holds, then lowered to half-wing wounded, we reset the mud to the alternate band and begins to rotate. Nose strut cuts immediately on hitting the road. Well, I'm far away from his navigator's seat - I would be there and not be faint!
In the cockpit instantly comes the dark mud-spattered windows, and at the same time seen as the plane enveloping foam. This is the work of firefighters. From the living room heard cries of "Hurrah!" "Live!" Just a minute and a half empty plane. People leave it through the main and emergency exits quickly and without panic.
If you've seen the movie "Crew", then in fact, everything is not so. Nothing people do not take with them, and save lives.
In confirmation to say that after the accident came up to us and asked a woman to pick up her handbag from the salon, which was seven million rubles.
The plane was empty, remained on board, and I'm the commander. Again they hugged and left the plane.
The first thing I saw is running and all the mud, my wife and her - I know the guys - regiment officers, former colleagues at the second fighter squadron. We showered with cheers, jokes and laughter. This can not be forgotten.
Why do I say this? Yes, because our representatives Aeroflot, unfortunately, no "at the forefront" was not. Some of them at this time was accompanied by the head of administration Balakshina Paul, who gave up everything and went to the airport. It is something we have met, hugged and tearfully thanked.
So? Next came explanatory. The reason for refusal chassis found quickly. It turns out that the refueling nozzle, which was located in front of the right chassis, torn from old age, and this blank under pressure of 240 atmospheres, flew and killed a slurry pipeline. On the second day of our crew was sent to Moscow to Sheremetyevo look for this disc. We found it. But our case was it?
And if it was not Air Force Major General, who headed a commission to investigate the incident, then surely all over the accused to us. For some reason, all the records of our negotiations with the ground crew were erased, despite the serviceable equipment. I personally witnessed how the general put in place an engineer trying to blame us. From that moment we have no one else called. Was awarded a cash prize on behalf of Aeroflot, was invited to the administration area and also gave monetary rewards. Everyone was given the title of "Excellent Aeroflot" and the commander (paradox!) -povtorno.
Given a little fly, and all brought under the reduction.
And we continue to meet on 7 May and celebrate his second birthday.
That's the whole story.
3rd
Posted in [mergetime] 1392581206 [/ mergetime]
Here they kept the boys and the civilian fleet) Kudos
Source:
In the course of restructuring - in the early 90s, when our army respected the whole world, and were afraid of our enemies - "homegrown" policy started its hard to ruin. Our northern border has been hitherto well protected shelves most modern MiG-31 and Su-27. With them at us and started ...
I came from vacation, and I was invited for an interview in the division on the reduction. I was then 40 years old. 20 years of service, 40 - seniority. Do not I have become humiliated and deliver shtabnikam fun - wrote a report and left.
He appealed to the Arkhangelsk airline, and I took the tape without a navigator on the Tu-134. He passed retraining in Ulyanovsk and began to fly. In the two months was a raid, as MiG - a year. Wherever I went during this time: Tashkent and Novosibirsk, Baku and Lviv, Crimea and the Baltic States. The crew came from experienced, decent and honest guys. All anything, but ...
There was 7 May 1994. We have at this time the sun almost never sets. We had to perform a simple flight Arkhangelsk-Moscow and back. Weather in the morning, excellent visibility million per million. Bypassed Manager, meteorological, health center physician starting, which also is my wife, Valentina V.. He hugged her, kissed her (which before leaving in flight, did not), and flew away.
To Moscow it was possible to fly visually, without a map, sky - pale blue, with mist from the earth.
From Sheremetyevo, to tap wheels on concrete slabs, headed for Archangel. Later, some of the passengers would say that they had heard during the run-up some uncharacteristic knock. Bravado and nonsense all this, because the pilots with my experience (and the guys from the civil aviation fly a lot more) and razlichat instantly hear any uncharacteristic knock or hit any part of the flight - and none of us had not heard.
Everything was going fine until he started to decrease and began to produce the chassis. I expect the rate to the third turn, and to report to Nicholas Fishovu, our second pilot - he runs the ship. George A. Eliseev - Commander - everything under control.
The point of the landing gear. Now it works mechanic Jura Birkin. I hear his report not got the right post. Guys are trying to remove and release once-similarly.
The report of the commander on the ground. Fuel allows you to hang in the air for at least one hour. Furnishings - quiet time there. We are trying to figure out what was wrong. Dragged "Owner's Manual", read all the points and act - it is useless.
According to the instructions - if the landing gear did not work after three attempts, it has not come out. By this time, begin to understand that our manager arrived on the ground "helpers" - come one more absurd than the other teams, what our clever commander does not stand up and say the air: - "I fly on the Tu-134, but not on Anti 24 ", in response to the KDP falls silent for a while.
They forced us to perform a few more attempts, with the result that did not come out and did not get up to the castle and also the front desk (squeezed from the slurry tank full).
But now it has taken a serious turn. Instantly flashes rage boiling anger. What kind of people we are, we have no idea, and climb to command and to lead? All right on the ground - and in fact we have but ourselves - 64 passengers, and, as always, and the children! Among the passengers, David himself Pashayev, Hero of Socialist Labor, director of Sevmash on board.
By this time, flight attendants and passengers have already prepared a room for emergency landing. People know what it is. The commander sends me to see how things were going in the cabin. I go out. I see that the chair opposite the escape hatches released. The faces of all the focus, and people look at me with hope and a prayer. A woman took my hand and said: "Wait a minute with me, it would be easier." Then I see - sitting several rows of young, and it seemed to me, very strong guys and one of them said to me: "Commander, go and do their work, there will be order." Looking at his muscular arms, I realized that there really will be order and no panic. It turned out it was our civil sailors, some flew home from abroad. Well not so proud of the guys? A plane flies, fuel melts gidrobachok empty.
I understand what happens after touching an airplane without the main strip and the front struts at a speed of 190 km / h - the chopper will start. I sat down in the cab, put its military leather jacket buttoned. This is in case we begin to tear apart something to his wife even had a chance to gather my pieces. Somehow, I thought that I will be buried in his native Ukraine near his grandfather, because everyone knew that we were friends with his grandfather. My wife, I think, five years to marry the son is almost an adult, will not disappear. And it was all I care about, the heart zaderevenelo. Flying over the strip next round and looked at her balcony, and a stranger he seemed and unnecessary, and the earth - quite unwelcome. No one, I no longer remembered, and do not bring me life lived. Feelings and emotions are gone. And I realized that neither himself nor others I have no pity.
And then suddenly the Jura Birkin offers to fill the tank, that in the copilot's seat, on-board liquid. The girls brought all the lemonade, but it was not enough. They appealed to the passengers. People began to give Coca-Cola and Pepsi, a man brought two bottles - vodka, wine. Yura looked and politely, with humor, replied that such a pity to pour liquid, and it is necessary to leave for better times. Filled, and began to manually create pressure as Automatic somehow did not work.
And it must be brought up to 240 atm. We work in shift knob, almost unconscious, and there is no pressure and no. Forces leave, and even tension! Then Yura says: & quot; Guys, I forgot to close the neck! & Quot;
Well what can I say?
Close, and power are not the same. And Yuri went to the salon for help. I turned to one big man, and he shows that in Russian does not understand. "Yes, what do I need your tongue?" And invited him into the cabin. The big man turned out to be a Hindu - quickly created the necessary pressure.
We have on the line entering the glide path. Kerosene left, they say - a couple of buckets. Another attempt to release the front stoyku- happened !!!
(Though it lasted, it seems like an eternity)
All. Decreases. I was, as it should be in emergency cases, removed from the navigator's cabin. Go-commander says - and if anything, tell me how it was. I, Igor, too, want to live ...
I hugged the children and leave them alone.
Jura would later joke - "Poor without a navigator, now all broken glass fly at me." Flaps. Is further drive neighbor, jewelry touch the concrete strip mileage. The aircraft due to the speed and the lift still holds, then lowered to half-wing wounded, we reset the mud to the alternate band and begins to rotate. Nose strut cuts immediately on hitting the road. Well, I'm far away from his navigator's seat - I would be there and not be faint!
In the cockpit instantly comes the dark mud-spattered windows, and at the same time seen as the plane enveloping foam. This is the work of firefighters. From the living room heard cries of "Hurrah!" "Live!" Just a minute and a half empty plane. People leave it through the main and emergency exits quickly and without panic.
If you've seen the movie "Crew", then in fact, everything is not so. Nothing people do not take with them, and save lives.
In confirmation to say that after the accident came up to us and asked a woman to pick up her handbag from the salon, which was seven million rubles.
The plane was empty, remained on board, and I'm the commander. Again they hugged and left the plane.
The first thing I saw is running and all the mud, my wife and her - I know the guys - regiment officers, former colleagues at the second fighter squadron. We showered with cheers, jokes and laughter. This can not be forgotten.
Why do I say this? Yes, because our representatives Aeroflot, unfortunately, no "at the forefront" was not. Some of them at this time was accompanied by the head of administration Balakshina Paul, who gave up everything and went to the airport. It is something we have met, hugged and tearfully thanked.
So? Next came explanatory. The reason for refusal chassis found quickly. It turns out that the refueling nozzle, which was located in front of the right chassis, torn from old age, and this blank under pressure of 240 atmospheres, flew and killed a slurry pipeline. On the second day of our crew was sent to Moscow to Sheremetyevo look for this disc. We found it. But our case was it?
And if it was not Air Force Major General, who headed a commission to investigate the incident, then surely all over the accused to us. For some reason, all the records of our negotiations with the ground crew were erased, despite the serviceable equipment. I personally witnessed how the general put in place an engineer trying to blame us. From that moment we have no one else called. Was awarded a cash prize on behalf of Aeroflot, was invited to the administration area and also gave monetary rewards. Everyone was given the title of "Excellent Aeroflot" and the commander (paradox!) -povtorno.
Given a little fly, and all brought under the reduction.
And we continue to meet on 7 May and celebrate his second birthday.
That's the whole story.
3rd
Posted in [mergetime] 1392581206 [/ mergetime]
Here they kept the boys and the civilian fleet) Kudos
Source:
