An F7 Cutlass of the US Navy…. a total lemon which was an unacknowledged knockoff and very bad “improvement” on the legendary and reliable German Messerschmitt 262 (photo), which by itself would have won the war had Germany not literally run out of gas/fuel.
FIGHTER-BOMBERS WERE EXCELLENT AT DESTROYING TANKS; SINKING SHIPS; BLOWING UP BULDINGS, TRUCKS, TRAINS AND BRIDGES, AND STRAFING THESLOW-MOVING INFANTRY, SLOGGING ALONG ON FOOT. AND JETS FLEW TWICE AS FAST AS PROPELLER PLANES.
The monster and traitor of German blood named Dwight Eisenbower was president 1953-61, pro-jew and fiercely anti-German.
So NASA went nowhere for years because “Ike” did not want to hire any “Nazi” rocket scientists. Rocket after rocket just blew up on the launch pad, while Soviet Russia moved ahead of us, until the day that Wernher von Braun was brought in to run our space-rocket program, despite having personally gassed six billion jews.
America zoomed back ahead of the USSR when John Kennedy (a closet antisemite) gave carte blanche to von Braun. I knew his illegitimate son and his grand-niece, btw.)
Wiki shows the US Navy Cutlass was the God-forsaken product of the brainwashed, egoic mind of certain “Greatest Generation” Americans. They had shrugged off the valuable lessons which the German jet engineers had understood when making the amazing 262.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vought_F7U_Cutlass
A friend and supporter sent me the story below, which involved a distant relative, US Navy pilot Floyd Nugent. All this happened, btw, 12 days after I had reincarnated. Excerpt:
- 26 July 1954 pilot Lt Floyd Nugent ejected from a Cutlass armed with 2.75 in rockets. The Cutlass continued to fly on and proceeded to circle the North Island of San Diego with its Hotel Del Coronado for 30 minutes, before it finally crashed close to shore.[2]
- 11 December 1954 during an air demonstration at the christening of aircraft carrier USS Forrestal, pilot Lt J.W. Hood was killed when his F7U-3 had a malfunction with the wing locking mechanism and the aircraft crashed into the sea.[2]
- 30 May 1955 pilot Lt Cmdr Paul Harwell’s Cutlass suffered an engine fire upon takeoff on his first flight in the aircraft. Harwell ejected and never flew another Cutlass again. By the time he had landed on the ground, he had spent more airborne time in the parachute than the aircraft.[2]
- When pilot Tom Quillin’s Cutlass took off as part of a flight of four Cutlasses. Quillin’s aircraft had an electrical failure which forced him to abort his training mission and return to base. At the airbase he had to wait in a landing pattern because two other aircraft in the flight also had aborted due to malfunctions in the aircraft.[2]
- 14 July 1955 pilot LCDR Jay T. Alkire was killed in a ramp strike on USS Hancock.[11]
- 4 November 1955, pilot Lt George Millard was killed when his Cutlass went into the cable barrier at the end of the flight deck landing area of USS Hancock. The nosegear malfunctioned and drove a strut into the cockpit which triggered the ejection seat and dislodged the canopy. Millard was launched 200 feet (61 m) forward and hit the tail of a parked A-1 Skyraider and later died of his injuries. The captain of Hancock ordered every Cutlass off the ship.[2]
Btw, further on this tangent of the Nugents, an old Norman family, it was an Edward Nugent, director of the control tower at Washington National Airport (now named for Ronald Reagan) who spotted and reported the famous UFO squadron that began buzzing Washington DC and the US Capitol building in 1952 — two years before.
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Screenshot of actual footage. SOME say the twelve craft were NS UFOs from Antarctica, sent to commemorate the 12 NS leaders murdered by hanging by the All-Lies after the infamous Nuremberg kangaroo trials for fake “war crimes.”
Anyway….
I Was Almost Killed By a Navy Jet on a San Diego Beach
In 1954, a pilotless F7U-3 Cutlass nearly wiped out a crowd of beachgoers.
One beautiful southern California afternoon in the summer of 1954, I watched a Navy F7U-3 Cutlass jet fighter as it cruised over the beach at Coronado and headed out to sea. And then I saw the canopy fly off and the ejection seat fire, expelling the pilot.
My friend and Coronado High School classmate Jim Worthington and I stared at the sky in disbelief, watching as the parachute inflated. Just a moment after the pilot landed in the water, a Coast Guard helicopter appeared and retrieved him via a sling.
Then we saw his aircraft drift into a turn and assume a new course—straight for us, and for the throngs of others on the beach that day.
The lifeguards on duty were Russ Elwell and Tom Carlin, a few years older than us. Russ hopped into the lifeguard service’s rescue jeep and began driving along the beach, honking the horn and warning visitors to keep away from the water. He couldn’t order them to evacuate; there were hundreds of people along the mile-long, 200-yard-wide strip of sand, and the aircraft was descending fast.
We had all grown up together in Coronado, home of Naval Air Station North Island, “the Birthplace of Naval Aviation.” We were used to seeing fighters of all kinds, both propeller and jet. And now we were watching this odd-looking state-of-the-art combat aircraft become a mortal threat to us all.
With its nose trimmed high, the jet made a pass parallel to the surf line right over our heads and headed back seaward, continuing its downward spiral. As it made another descending arc, the swimmers and surfers began scrambling out of the water. But by this point it was no longer clear there was a safe place we could reach before the jet came down.
In the cockpit of the second Cutlass was Lieutenant Don Christianson, who had launched with Lieutenant Floyd C. Nugent, the pilot who ejected, from the USS Hancock, 100 miles off shore. The Cougar and the SeaStar, I later learned, had been launched from North Island.
Nugent’s Cutlass was armed with two 2,000-pound bombs, one under each wing, and two rocket pods. The tower of the Hancock had told Nugent that during the catapult shot, he had lost his left main landing gear and the bomb under the left wing. The Hancock ordered him to circle over North Island to burn off fuel, then head out to sea and eject.
On its fourth pass, the pilotless Cutlass, now so low that the noise was deafening, arced over the historic beachfront Hotel del Coronado. (In a later statement, Lieutenant Commander L.R. Pierson estimated that on its final pass over the beach, the aircraft had descended to 150 feet.) Just before flying into the hotel, the Cutlass turned right and made a surprisingly graceful landing in the blue Pacific about 300 yards from shore, kicking up a huge spray of water as if it were a seaplane. It floated for a moment, then began to sink.
We all wanted to paddle out there and check it out. Chuck Quinn, one of the lifeguards and a world-class swimmer and surfer, was especially determined to get a close look at the sinking aircraft. But Navy frogmen were already in the water, and they turned him back.
The entire episode had lasted about 30 minutes, but we spent the rest of the day talking about it. We stayed on the beach to watch a Navy barge with a crane haul the Cutlass up from the bottom. They took it to North Island, about a mile away.
In the ensuing years, we discussed this strange event long after we’d finished high school and then college. We thought it strange that the Coronado Journal and the San Diego Union-Tribune did not have much coverage of the crash at the time. It was like the Navy wanted to forget about it.
Part of the reason became clear to me more than 60 years later. Last summer, my friend Logan Jenkins, a columnist for the San Diego Union-Tribune, took an interest in the weird Cutlass flight. I recounted the events of that day in July 1954 for him just as I have told them here.
Logan discovered that a similar (but much more widely reported) incident had occurred four months earlier, in March 1954, not far from the site of the Cutlass episode. In the earlier instance, a Navy F9F-6 pilot had to eject about 20 miles out to sea from Coronado and San Diego. The Cougar he’d been flying did the very same thing I’d seen the Cutlass do four months later, turning back toward the shore, this time headed for downtown San Diego.
In that case, Lieutenant Junior Grade C.W. Vandenberg had flown out to intercept the Cougar, positioning the tip of his left wing beneath the right wing of the pilotless Cougar. By performing this risky maneuver on both sides of the Cougar, he directed airflow against the Cougar’s wings to “steer” it back over the ocean, where it ultimately crashed.
The fact that two similar episodes occurred in almost the same location just four months apart led to confusion as the decades wore on: Later accounts sometimes conflated the two runaway Navy jet stories, or transposed the names of the pilots involved.
Vandenberg’s heroic flight made the front page of the Union-Tribune and the Los Angeles Times. The mayors of Coronado and San Diego gave him the keys to their cities.
Christianson, the pilot who’d tried to direct the Cutlass back out to sea, received no such acclaim, perhaps because his attempt to wrangle a runaway aircraft, while no less noble, was less successful.
By his own account, he and the SeaStar and Cougar pilots “tried to steer [the pilotless Cutlass] away from the San Diego area, but at 95–100 knots, none of us could slow down with it. I could momentarily move the wing to change the turn but five or 10 knots difference in my speed and that of [the Cutlass] made steering it impossible. It made four orbits starting at 7,200 [feet] and hit in the water about 300 yards off the beach from Southern Coronado.”
The malfunction during Nugent’s catapult launch turned out to be a failed securing nut on the oleo strut of the left main gear. The Cutlass had always been a troublesome aircraft for the Navy (see “The Gutless Cutlass,” Aug. 2013). Several of them had crashed before Nugent’s flight, and more would after, resulting in several fatalities. It earned the nickname “Gutless Cutlass” for its dangerously underpowered engines. The Navy lost confidence in the airplane after several crashes on aircraft carriers, one of them aboard the USS Hancock about a year after the episode I witnessed. In 1959, the Navy finally canceled the Cutlass program.
While that was surely a just fate for so troublesome an aircraft, it’s unfortunate that Christianson was never honored for his service that day. Whether he believed he had succeeded in nudging the Cutlass seaward or not, to all who witnessed that long-ago episode, he was a hero.
Bigoted fascist!
Those are labels.
It is what they taught you.
Not real arguments against my beliefs. Maybe read some more here…. or is the world you live in already running so hunky-dory we don’t need any important changes? 😉
A lot of countries used German WW2 technlogy long after the war ended. The FW [Focke-Wulf] 190 series fighters, and the German Me[sserschmdit] 109s were used even by Israel.
The Lockheed Starfighter, by contrast, killed over 150 West German pilots due to officials being bribed to buy it for the NATO countries.
To “DISAPPOINTED”: I bet you still believe Anne Frank wrote her diary [finished in ballpoint pen ink, which was not available in Europe until 1950] or the human-skin lampshades and shrunken heads of the WW2 era. LOL.
What happened to von Braun’s illegitimate child ?
Not sure; we last corresponded and spoke by phone about ten years ago. David Scott von Braun told me the J-Team suspected him of having some knowledge of “secret Nazi gold” and that they had it in for him, like a vendetta, and harmed his engineering career.
Some people have all the good hamingja like von Braun — both handsome and a scientific genius. I hope his son is doing well.
Me too.
My daughter Ingrid, then attending the German School in Potomac, Maryland, was friends with Wernher’s grand-niece Amrei, then, of course a little girl, too, and now a medical doctor (the blonde, during an African visit):
Wernher is buried in Alexandria, Virginia, where I lived for eighteen years.
Psalm 19:1 says:
“The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament shows His handywork.”
(In Danish: “Himlen forkynder Guds herlighed og himmelhvælvingen viser hans håndværk.”)
WvB wrote once about visiting a small Texas church.
Later in life, he joined an Episcopal congregation, and became increasingly religious. He publicly spoke and wrote about the complementarity of science and religion, the afterlife of the soul, and his belief in God.
He stated, “Through science, man strives to learn more of the mysteries of creation. Through religion, he seeks to know the Creator.” He was interviewed by the Assemblies of God pastor C. M. Ward, as stating, “The farther we probe into space, the greater my faith in something higher.”
In addition, he met privately with the famous evangelist Billy Graham.
I know from my dear friend and mentor Hans Schmidt of the Waffen-SS, LAH division (Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler), that the “Nazi rocket scientists” were shocked to be brutally forced out of NASA by the jews after the moon landings had begun (or whatever happened there).
WvB ended up at Fairchild Industries in Maryland, frustated that his talents were no longer being used.
His secretary said that he confided in her that the US Deep State was working on a completely fake alien invasion to justify a worldwide government.