The scene was Southeast Asia, 1966. After nightfall, we took
off from Ubon, Thailand, flying east over Laos toward North Vietnam. It was my
first ride Up North in a C-130 flareship, one of the most vital, yet least
celebrated, aircraft in the war.
Our "target" that night was nighttime itself.
Hanoi, recycling a tactic employed against France, was using darkness as a
weapon, one that shielded southbound convoys from attack. We in the flareships
sought to strip the enemy of this cover by turning night into day.
We pierced enemy airspace, skirted flak traps at Mu Gia
Pass, and kicked four flares into the void. When they popped into brilliance,
bathing the landscape in eerie brightness, we got an instant response.
Cherry-red tracers sped toward us, shot past our wing, then burst in
thunderous explosions just overhead—the nearest of near misses.
Close calls, I learned, were nothing if not routine for
those engaged in "Blind Bat," a colorful, important, yet now almost
forgotten Vietnam mission. What, exactly, was it?
Originally, the phrase Blind Bat was just the call sign for
C-130s on forward air controller/flareship duty over southern Laos. Soon, it
came to have a wider meaning, denoting an entire mission. By early 1966, all
C-130 flareship operations in-theater went by the shorthand name Blind Bat.
In the early days, each C-130 operated as part of a four-ship
formation, filled out by a pair of B-57 bombers and a Marine EF-10 for
electronic-countermeasure support. Whether the group operated over North
Vietnam or over Laos, the C-130 crew would "flare" while the B-57s
bombed and the EF-10 jammed enemy radars. Later years found the C-130s working
with F-4s and other fighters.
The Blind Bat mission lasted six years, from mid-1964 to
mid-1970. Initially, flights originated at Da Nang, South Vietnam, and routinely
overflew the North. In the spring of 1966, the flareship mission moved to Ubon.
By that time, stronger air defenses had forced USAF to restrict flareship
flights to the southern part of North Vietnam and the Ho Chi Minh Trail in
In their day, Blind Bat crews managed to detect a great
volume of traffic moving from North Vietnam into Laos and on into South
Vietnam. When things went right, crews found targets and directed fighters to
them with effectiveness. Experience gained by Bat crews was passed to AC-130
gunship operators, who often used hardware first tested in flareships. Today,
however, these contributions go largely unrecognized.
Tricks and Surprises
From the very start, the Blind Bat mission lent itself to
tricks and surprises. Retired Lt. Col. William Cooke, who served as navigator
on the original Blind Bat aircraft, recalls that the crew ad C-130 arrived in
Da Nang one morning and spent the balance of the day drawing up flight plans
for the first mission that night. When they emerged at nightfall, they were
astonished at what they found: Their C-130, sparkling silver only a few hours
before, had been painted jet black.
There were other, more serious surprises. Much
mission-aircraft equipment, especially locally manufactured flare-chutes used
to dispense the illumination devices, was found to be woefully defective.
There were no clearly established operating procedures. What's more, the first
missions were flown depending entirely on eyeballs. It was some weeks before
crews were given binoculars to assist them in searching for targets. Only much
later did they receive night-vision Starlight scopes.
The Impact Is Felt
As unsophisticated as the first Blind Bat operations may
have been, they seem to have had an impact. That conclusion can fairly be
drawn from the actions of the Communist forces themselves.
When Viet Cong sappers and mortar crews mounted their July
1965 attack on Da Nang airfield, the C-130 flareships were the first to be
struck. Also destroyed was a C-130 airlifter parked nearby.
As the mission grew in scope and sophistication, so did
Communist efforts to thwart the Blind Bat planes. Ground fire was an
ever-present threat. The problem first reached dangerous proportions over North
Vietnam, but soon became serious over Laos as well. Two Blind Bat C-130s were
lost to enemy fire during the war, one in May 1968 and the other in November
1969, both over Laos.
On one Blind Bat mission, my crew became caught in a flak
trap while I was serving as loadmaster near an open door. We had just come in
for a flare drop when one of the orbiting fighters in our formation called
over the radio for our pilot to "break."
Our pilot jerked the C- 130 into a sharp vertical bank to
the right and hauled back on the yoke. Those of us in the back held on to
anything we could grab. When next we looked, enemy tracers were rocketing
through the airspace where we would have been.
Blind Bat crews came to know certain flak emplacements as
one does a mortal enemy. One such position was located near the Laotian
village of Tchepone, where the enemy had mounted an antiaircraft gun on a
railroad car that could be hidden in a mountain tunnel or pulled out to fire.
Innumerable air-strikes, even B-52 raids, were mounted to destroy that gun, but
still it survived.
One Blind Bat crew that inadvertently overflew this
emplacement came uncomfortably close to destruction. When a flak round hit
their plane's left wing, setting fire to the hydraulic fluid in the primary
system, the crew jettisoned all flares and began preparations for bailout—an
event dreaded by every flareship crew member. Just as the pilot, Maj. Jack
Frank, was reaching for the bailout bell switch, however, the flight mechanic
saw that the fire had gone out. The airplane was still flyable.
The problem, however, was that the hydraulic pressure needed
to help operate the flight controls no longer existed. As the pilot made haste
toward the nearest friendly airfield, the loadmasters, flight mechanic, and
navigator came up with a solution. They attached two tie-down straps to the
aileron bell-crank in the overhead cargo compartment. With the crew pulling on
the tie-down straps to help bank the aircraft, Major Frank and the copilot,
Lt. Charley Rief, managed to land the plane. Once on the ground, however, the
crew saw what a close call they'd had: The fire had come within inches of a
Attacked by MiGs
After 1965, most "Blind Bat" missions were flown
some distance from the SAM and MiG dens around Hanoi. On at least one occasion,
though, a C-130 flareship was attacked by MiGs.
John Blewitt, a navigator on a C-130 providing flare support
approximately 120 miles from Hanoi, was alerted by a "College Eye"
AEW ship over Thailand that two MiGs had taken off from Hanoi and were heading
fast in his direction. That caused the Blind Bat to drop down to treetop
altitude, where it was able to evade the MiGs as they made two passes. When it
was over, the crew realized that they had been flying between mountains, below
the ridges, at night, in unfamiliar airspace.
Although ground fire was a preoccupation of Blind Bat
crews, what I remember most vividly is the fatigue. We got shot at often
enough, especially when over North Vietnam, but we were always tired, especially
the enlisted crew members. Ubon had been built to house a fighter wing, with no
plans for night-flying enlisted men. Air-conditioning didn't exist. As a
result of Thailand's oppressive heat and humidity, sleep became a near impossibility
during the day.
Weight of flares and survival equipment contributed to
fatigue. Crew members wore survival vests and parachutes. Whenever our aircraft
banked or was thrown into a violent turn to evade ground fire, the increased G
forces multiplied the weight of this equipment many times. We loadmasters
handled twenty-seven-pound flares, each of which would instantly become an
eighty-one-pound flare in a three-G turn. One night, when the flare business
was slow and we had time to relax, the whole enlisted crew fell fast
asleep—over North Vietnam.
Frequently, crews found themselves engaged in operations
that were strange even by Blind Bat standards. For example, at times we would
be called on to flare for unknown friendly forces on the ground in areas where
no friendly forces were supposed to exist. These phantom friendlies could be
found on the coast of the South China Sea, sometimes in the mountains of Laos.
One night, my crew was told to flare Thai territory between
Ubon and the Mekong River, some twenty miles to the east. At the time, all we
knew was that local radar had picked up unidentified low-flying craft. The Air
Force has since revealed that Communist flights out of Laos and North Vietnam
flew supplies to insurgents in northern Thailand. We happened to be involved
in one of the few incidents when one of the flights was detected.
Perhaps because the C-130 mission was owned by Tactical Air
Command, our pilots thought of themselves as "four-engine fighter
pilots." Many seemed to be frustrated fighter pilots anyway. Even
enlisted crew members got caught up in the spirit, at times attacking enemy
trucks or guns with anything at hand.
Several times on our way out of North Vietnam, for example,
we would mount an "attack" on flak trap emplacements at Mu Gia Pass.
We would load six flares in the chute, set the fuzes to go
off only after the flares reached the ground, and thus "bomb" the gun
emplacements below. Enlisted crew members often fired their Ml 6s at targets
on the ground, until the fighter crews—fearful of being "holed" by a
friendly round—put a stop to the practice.
Then there was the crew that managed to scrounge a
recoilless rifle from the Marines. The Bat crew members had already chained
the gun down in the cargo ramp and were about to unofficially introduce the AC-
130 gunship concept to Vietnam, but it was not to be. Local US authorities,
alerted by fighter crews, ordered the gun removed and returned.
The flare mission was rewarding and frustrating at the same
time. By detecting and destroying enemy trucks, sampans, and troop formations,
we knew, we were reducing the threat to our comrades slogging it out in rice
paddies and jungles. That was the reward. The frustrations were equally
Take, for example, the "restrictions." Strictly
off limits were any vehicles or other suspected enemy targets found within the
confines of anything even remotely resembling a village. A flareship crew might
find Communist trucks on the trail, but it would take time for fighters to
arrive. In addition, we would have to wait for our C-130 ABCCC (Airborne
Battlefield Command and Control Center) ships, orbiting high overhead, to
obtain permission to attack. By the time the attack was finally cleared to
proceed, the trucks would have turned off into a "village." Many, if
not most, of these villages were specially constructed fakes. Aware of our
restrictions, the Communist forces made provision to exploit them.
Another restriction prohibited attack against targets more
than a hundred yards from an infiltration route. The Communists also knew about
this constraint and frequently made camp just beyond the hundred-yard limit. I
must report, however, that the hunter-killer teams were not always able to
observe this fastidious restriction. More than a few camps, seemingly sale
beyond the hundred-yard limit, were demolished. By accident, of course.
Truth to tell, we in the flareships found another great
frustration in the propensity of fighter pilots to miss targets. Flarelight did
not provide the best of conditions for precision bombing. More to the point,
many of the fighter pilots lacked experience. While the slower, prop-driven
aircraft such as A-1s and A-26s were flown by men on their second and sometimes
even third war who were quite accurate in their bombing, many of the
"fast-mover" pilots were fresh from training. This was especially
true with respect to F-4 pilots.
One case in point was a near-fiasco that turned into an
We had been briefed to be on the lookout for a particular
ammunition dump in North Vietnam that was thought to be located in our designated
patrol area. A few miles west of Dong Hoi, our flareship pilot thought he had
spotted it. The aircraft commander, Capt. Bob Bartunek, called for the
fighters. Soon a flight of F-4s came under our control. Yet, from our point of
view, Air Force F-4s loaded with iron bombs amounted to just about the worst
bombing combination possible. Our experience taught us to expect little.
The problems began. Six flares had been readied, and the
"flare-kicker" was holding them in place with his legs. Now, you can
only hold those heavy flares with your legs for a short time and then you have
to release. But our pilots had lost sight of the target. After fifteen minutes
of circling and looking, the flare-kicker couldn't stand the strain any longer.
He simply lifted his legs, and the six flares were gone.
Amid much confusion and shouting, the navigator again
spotted the target. It was right below the string of accidentally launched
flares! The first F-4 came in, pickled his load, and zoomed upward. He missed
the target. The pilot of the second F-4, no doubt the least experienced, came
in and made his drop. He missed too, dropping a mile wide and on the wrong side
of the river.
Some fighter pilots, however, get lucky, and this fellow
turned out to be one of them. When his bombs went off, they set off tremendous
secondary explosions. He had hit the real dump—which nobody had even
seen—entirely by accident.
Credit the F-4 Pilots
Flak suppression, however, is one area in which the F-4
pilots deserve high credit. When they used CBUs—that is, cluster bombs—they
were murder. It always was a thrill to watch an F-4 "duel with the
guns," with the enemy tracers spewing toward the attacking fighter and the
winking lights of the bomb-lets bursting all around the spot the tracers had
As the 1960s came to a close, the flareships faced a new
threat to their existence. This one could not be avoided like flak traps or
MiGs. Seventh Air Force had decided to begin large deployment of new AC-130
gunships and had to find a way to pay for them. The money and manpower were
found by laying up the flareships. Thus, in mid-1970, the Blind Bat mission was
shut down for good.
Just how effective the mission really was, no one can say
with any certainty. The best testimonials, perhaps, come from Communist
soldiers who came down the Ho Chi Minh Trail to fight in the south. In postwar
news interviews, they nearly always mentioned the presence of the flareships
in the nighttime skies and how avoiding them had required constant effort.
Sam McGowan served
twelve years in the Air Force as a loadmaster with TAC, PACAF and MAC, accruing
more than 6,000 hours on C-130s, C-141s, and C-5s. Currently a corporate pilot,
he is the author of The C-130 HERCULES: Tactical Airlift Missions, 1956-1975.
This is his first article for AIR FORCE
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