USS MIDWAY Time Machine Part I
Updated: Mar 21, 2021
Got very choked up today as I walked the flight deck of the USS Midway moored in San Diego. It was one of the Naval Aircraft Carrier's my dad was stationed on as a pilot (F4U Corsair - think USMC Pappy Boyington WWII).
Outside the bridge I leaned against the railing surveying the flight deck below me and thinking; my dad may have stood in this very spot 72 years ago. I closed my tear filled eyes and managed to drown out the surrounding distractions. For one brief moment I was lost in yesteryear and finding myself not only in my father's shoes, but in his mind as well. The year was 1945. I stood overlooking the flight-deck wearing flight suit and leather flight jacket which did little to curb the cold 40 knot wind whipping over the bow in unison with the lashing waves. The Captain had ordered the Midway into the wind in ready to launch aircraft. One by one they'd launch every 45 seconds until our entire squadron was airborne. I'd just left the Ready Room where I'd spent the better part of the past hour briefed on the mission at hand. Just last week we'd gotten word the war had ended. Though jubilant I was as anyone would be, my mind could only focus on my love at hand; touching the sky in my F4U fighter. The same fighter-bomber Japanese pilots regarded as the most formidable American fighter of World War II, and which had an 11:1 kill ratio. Always a comforting thought. I leaned over the railing holding on with both hands to steady myself from the constant pitching. I turned my head to the left to catch a glimpse of the first aircraft rising from below deck on the elevator. I could tell by the tail it was the F6F Hellcat fighter. It was a fine plane but once I'd dated the F4U Corsair, I knew I'd found a good thing-she was my gal and I was her faithful husband. Forty-five minutes later and pre-flight inspection complete, I found myself sitting in the cockpit next in line for left launch. I looked right as my buddy Lt. James R. "Mack" Mackensie, got the the launch signal from the shooter in yellow, Lt. Cmdr Jack “JJ” Johnson. Four seconds later he was thrown back in his seat, eyeballs flattened from the four G thrill ride from the steam-powered catapult. As many times as I have experienced this, I have not gotten used to it yet in terms of no big deal. Too me it's always a big deal. I once, and only once, made the mistake of looking left at the precise time of launch. I spent the rest of the day flying with my peripheral vision. I got the move forward signal from JJ. My heart raced. Damn I love this- “You ready to go?” My sister asked.
I was instantly aroused from my daydreams of 1945 and catapulted back to the present day with more G's than I can count. "No," I said to her. “Yes, I guess.” I answered while opening my eyes to see the more modern day F14 Tomcat sitting below me on the flight deck, which even now is outdated and replaced by the F18 Hornet.
"You alright," she asked?
I turned to look at her and paused for a moment, “Yes, just feeling...old.” DeForest Shields