The story of the first Combat SAR (Search And Rescue) mission behind enemy lines since Vietnam.
One of the most famous missions flew during the Operation Desert Storm was the Combat SAR sortie performed by A-10s Sandys and by MH-53Js from the 20th Special Operations Squadron on Jan. 21, 1991 to recover Lt. Devon Jones, an F-14B (AA 212, BuNo 161430, at the time designated F-14A Plus) pilot from the VF-103 Sluggers, callsign “Slate 46”, downed in Iraq with its RIO (Radar Intercept Officer) Lt. Lawrence Slade.
Jones and Slade were shot down by an Iraqi SAM (Surface to Air Missile) in the first hours of the morning of the fourth day of war, while they were returning to the USS Saratoga (CV-60), after a successful EA-6B escort mission. On their way back to the aircraft carrier, Jones and Slade spotted a SAM coming through the clouds: even if Jones added power and started an evasive action, the missile exploded near the Tomcat’s tail. The aircraft entered into an unstoppable spin which forced the aircrew to eject. During the descent the two men saw each other for the last time before entering the clouds.
As he descended towards the ground, Jones tried to pull out his PRC-90 radio, but due to the fact that he flew without gloves, his hands were cold and he became afraid that he would drop his radio so he pushed it back into the vest pocket. Once landed, he started to walk towards what he thought to be west, trying to reach the Saudi border, but when he saw the sun rising, he realized his mistake. Nevertheless, at that point Jones thought it was good he was quite far from the crash site. He reached a little vegetation and thanks to his survival knife scooped out a foxhole in a small mound large enough to hide.
After he had been down for about six hours, at 12:05 local time, he tried his radio again. And someone responded to his call.
As Jones recalls in David Donald and Stan Morse book Gulf Air War Debrief: “ ‘Slate 46, how do you read?’ That was the first time that I knew that there had been an ongoing SAR effort. […] ‘Let me come a little closer so I can talk to you’ he said.”
Still, Jones didn’t know who was the guy that responded to his call when he came to the radio telling to Jones that he would release a flare.
Since he was thinking to talk with a helicopter, Jones was surprised when the pilot revealed him that he was flying an aircraft “ ‘Ok, now, I’ll come down to where you can see me,’ he said. Lo and behold, he was an A-10! He was Sandy 57, like those guys in Vietnam, trained in combat SAR. I brought him with standard aviator talk. He didn’t see me, but he flew right over me at 50-100 feet and dropped a way point in his INS (Inertial Navigation System). ‘I’ve got to get some gas,’ he called. ‘Minimize your transmissions and come back up in 30 minutes.’
The Sandy pilot directed the helicopters toward Lt. Jones. As the SAR force headed for the downed Naval Aviator, they heard MiGs being vectored toward them. An F-15 RESCAP (REScue Combat Air Patrol) chased the threat away. After they got their gas, the A-10s returned, caught up with the helicopters and brought them in. After that a farmer truck passed nearby Jones, finally the F-14 pilot heard the A-10s telling to the helicopters they were 30 miles from his position. They asked him to shine his signal mirror south and after Jones did it, one of the A-10s told him to look for a helicopter 15 miles out, but he saw only the A-10s flying in a circle and Jones gave them instructions to his position.
But since the Iraqis were listening to their communications, while the planes came in, half a mile down the south road, Jones saw an army truck. After a moment of panic he remembered that the A-10s as well as the helicopters were heavy armed and, in fact, within 3-4 seconds, the Sandys opened fire with their 30 mm cannons, destroying the enemy truck. Then for the first time he saw a helicopter “I had never seen such a beautiful sight as that big, brown American H-53. […] I grabbed my kneeboard cards and gear as he landed about 20 yards away. One of the special forces guys jumped out and waved me on. I jumped in and off we went, 140 miles to go at 140 knots, at 20 feet! Pretty impressive machine. Just what you’d expect from these special forces people with lots of guns hanging off them.”
Lt. Jones was brought to a forward base in Saudi Arabia, where he was hospitalized for a brief medical exam, then the next day an S-3 from his carrier flew him back to his squadron. Following a three-day rest, he returned to the cockpit.
On the contrary, Lt. Slade, Slate 46 RIO, was less lucky: he endured interrogation, torture and starvation in the Iraqi hands for 43 days.
Image credit: U.S. Air Force
Ah yes, yet another illustration of why we should line the Pentagon creeps who want to eliminate the A-10 up against a wall at sunrise and shoot them. Call it “treasonous stupidity.” Out of pity, we might offer them as alternative a permanent slot on at a weather station in the Aleutians: average temperature 20 below, average windspeed 40 mph.
As this story demonstrates, our A-10s do marvelous well what only they can do. If age is an issue, design a new and improved model and put it into production. They’ve proved so useful in recent conflicts, our allies will want to buy some. That’ll help cover the costs.
Heck, we could probably build an entire squadron of them for less than the cost of a single, worthless-for-close-support F-35.
I guess their idea is that manned planed are not going to be shot down or crash behind enemy lines anymore…
Not true, the idea is that in about 50 years, the only manned aircraft will be air force one and we will rely on drones.
You want some cheese with that? The decision between the A-10 and F-35 is a no-brainer. The A-10 can do one thing. That’s it. Doesn’t matter if it does it better than anything on the planet it’s just a one-hit wonder that the USAF can’t afford.
Yes… and one can a9rgue that a hammer does one job extremely well. You will not find one tool box without a hammer. Nothing can do the job of a hammer as well as a hammer. Single use but extremely practical and virtually unreplacable.
Everyone knows the A-10 is great at CAS, and the F-35 will never be as good. One is a CAS platform and one is a multirole strike fighter. The F-35 isn’t supposed to be as good at CAS because was designed for dozens of other mission types that the A-10 can’t even touch.
Also, if A-10’s are so useful and “our allies will want to buy some,” one must wonder why no other air force in the world operates or has ever operated the A-10. Yet the F-16, a multirole strike fighter from the exact same era as the A-10, is used by no less than 26 countries. Based on that historical precedent, the assertion that an 5th gen single role A-10 like aircraft would get more international support than the F-35 is simply delusional.
Maybe instead of accusing the entire acquisitions department in the pentagon of “treasonous stupidity” and banishing them to the Aleutians, you should entertain the notion that they might have a slightly and better understanding of the big picture than you do.
Haha – F35 can’t replace this kind of A-10 role. Point taken!
Shall we list all of the F-35 missions the A-10 can’t perform?
Shall we list the drain on the budget that the F-35 Black Hole has caused?
BRRRRRRTT
Gotta love the Warthog! Old doesn’t mean obsolete. Just look at the B-52s and my personal favorite, the C-130. Just upgrade the avionics.
I love this story, I’m so glad that this site did an article on it. It’s a great story indeed.
I can’t believe I happened upon this article. When the Tomcats flew back to NAS Oceana after this deployment, it was beautiful day, and I’ll never forget it. All the families and friends came to the base and welcomed their pilots and RIOs back right on the flight line. if i remember correctly, Dick Cheney, then Sec. Of Defense, was there and made a speech. I was a young Petty Officer 3rd class who was given the duty to drive a bus back and forth between the flight line and the golf course, where all the visitors parked. On my first stop at the flightline, a pilot got on the bus, sat in the seat right behind me, and said he was going to ride the rest of the day with me so he could see and greet the families. I didn’t recognize him (different squadron than mine). On about the third round trip, he just starts talking to me telling me how he was shot down and rescued. I whipped my head around, and it was Lt. jones. We had all heard about what happened to him, but here he was, telling me all the details first hand, a lot more than mentioned in the article. It was fanatastic, the whole day was. Besides the story I got, I was kissed by nearly every officer’s wife when they got off the bus at the flight line. I guess they just had to kiss someone to warm up for their husbands, and I was more than happy to oblidge.