The IAF History Thread
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To commemorate its Golden Jubilee in 1982 the IAF produced a set of matchboxes containg 12 boxes of matches each bearing a picture and description of the aircraft in IAF service. After watching these boxes degenerate at home for 28 years I decided to scan them and put up the pictures.
Jagman - if you think these images are better off in the IAF gallery let me know - I will email them to you.
Each image is >1 Mb
Jagman - if you think these images are better off in the IAF gallery let me know - I will email them to you.
Each image is >1 Mb
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Shiv, Shall we say that anyone who still have these match boxes are old crusty dyed in the wool IAF fans?
Here are mine* - incomplete compared to yours. but same deteriorated condition
* well.. i cant take credit for procuring and keeping them - they were a gift from another crusty old IAF fan himself.
Coming to the whether I want the pics - yes sir - yours is a complete set and they can go into the Collectibles Gallery
Here are mine* - incomplete compared to yours. but same deteriorated condition
* well.. i cant take credit for procuring and keeping them - they were a gift from another crusty old IAF fan himself.
Coming to the whether I want the pics - yes sir - yours is a complete set and they can go into the Collectibles Gallery
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For the record - a single page scanned from Air Commodore Sajad "Nosey" Haider writing about the MM Alam incident
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Just came across this amazing article ...
http://www.aerospaceindia.org/Journals/ ... 0Diary.pdf
http://www.aerospaceindia.org/Journals/ ... 0Diary.pdf
It isillustrated with some rare pics...These are a few pages from the dairy of pilot who probably has undertaken the
maximum number of actual operational flying missions in the Indian Air Force since
independence...
09 DECEMBER, 1961
The weather was bad in the morning. After a good breakfast at the (Indian
Army) Jat Mess, we went to Flight Office. I was down for the same old Shamrock
and targets on orders of Tiger Control. TOT (time on target) was 1430 hrs. I
reached the target in time and Dushyant‡ was already there. Weather over E-ville
was good. Tiger Control was asking Dushyant to pin-point the post office. I
joined in. After some time, it was pin-pointed, and Dush went in for the attack. I
followed him. I was flying “898” —- a good aircraft. I gave a fairly long burst on
the building. Even as I was firing, I felt it a great waste: what could the 20mm do
against a concrete building? All the
same, I completed the attack before
pulling out.
But in the next attack, I decided to
concentrate on the two aerials on top
of the building —- transmitters, it
appeared. Once in the attack, I put the
sight on a small grove of trees —-
there was bound to be something
worthwhile hidden there. With the
trigger pressed, as I came closer, I let the sight ride up to the transmitters. I could literally see the bullets hitting the
transmitters.
I eased the pressure on the trigger with a satisfied feeling. And pulled out.
Bang! .... Crash!!
I heard a loud thud and something in front of my eyes appeared to be shattering.
Suddenly, I realised that a bullet from ground fire had hit the left side
of the windscreen. There was a big hole on the port side, and a smaller one on
the starboard side. Pieces of Perspex was all over, flying virtually into my face.
There was the roaring like surf in the cockpit: as if a great dam had burst. But
the aircraft was still responding: and through the noise of the cockpit I could
hear —- or rather feel – both engines whining away placidly, stoically. So it
couldn’t be all that bad I thought. I mentally thanked Rolls Royce.
...
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Yep, its a good one (and an old one - has been linked from BR Congo section (Both old and new) since it came up o the caps site)
Was also reproduced in Jasjit Singh's 75 Yrs IAF book
Was also reproduced in Jasjit Singh's 75 Yrs IAF book
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FWIW...
http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.as ... 2002_pg1_5
http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.as ... 2002_pg1_5
...
In 1990, ...
When he went to meet Indian premier VP Singh, Mr Gates told New Delhi that Pakistan was ready to close training camps and that the possibility of nuclear war had not been mentioned during talks. Without the knowledge of the government ministers, chief of the Indian Air Force sent one of his MiG-29 planes over Chagai and Kahuta on a reconnaissance mission. This went undetected by Pakistan but the US feared this could have easily been seen as the calm before the storm.
...
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Very good account of the Congo war sorties. Is the gentleman, Charanjit Singh still alive?
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yes he is Raja. He is the brother of Air Cmde Jasjit Singh of IDSA CAPS fame.
Charanjit later got the Vir Chakra in the 1971 war - As did Air Cmde Jasjit Singh - making the the rare brother pair that got the Vir Chakra with the IAF (Just like the Keelors)
Charanjit later got the Vir Chakra in the 1971 war - As did Air Cmde Jasjit Singh - making the the rare brother pair that got the Vir Chakra with the IAF (Just like the Keelors)
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Jagan, Wasn't Air Cmde Jasjit Singh the head of planning for 1971 or am I mistaken?
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I guess one learns something new every day.Jagan wrote:He is the brother of Air Cmde Jasjit Singh of IDSA CAPS fame.
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Ramana, He was a Squadron Leader at that time - I think he was in either Air HQ staff or Command Staff and volunteered to fly with an operational unit. One of the few pilots to fly Mysteres during the 71 war( the Mysteres were on their way out by then). His Brother Charanjit was a Sqn Ldr with No.106 Squadron which was led by the legendary R S Benegal
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2006 Helicopter Squadron - "Kivu Hawks". For some reason IAF created an adhoc squadron for the MONUSCO mission. We have never done that before for any of our expeditionary forces ... what gives?
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Nice. Heard some vague stories earlier. First time I am seeing some "concrete" info.
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We have all kinds of people watching us. Just found out that the Official Pak Army site is linking to BR - Its their Arty REgt Page that uses the BR 71 losses page to 'dabba marofy'
http://www.pakistanarmy.gov.pk/AWPRevie ... spx?pId=22
http://www.pakistanarmy.gov.pk/AWPRevie ... spx?pId=22
Anyways what is interesting for me are the claims for siachenglacierDespite this handicap anti-aircraft units were employed judicially and fought with gallantry, according to an Indian web site (http://www.Bharat-Rakshak.com/IAF/Histo ... s1971.html). 48% losses were caused by ground fire compared to 30% air to air combat losses.
Deployment at Siachin
From October 1995 to June 1997 total of 17 Indian helicopters were destroyed out of which 4 are confirm hits.
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Well, here is some more info from BRJagan wrote:Nice. Heard some vague stories earlier. First time I am seeing some "concrete" info.
...Wing Commander Sunil Kumar (17713) Flying (Pilot) is the Commanding Officer of IAF Squadron 2003, part of the Indian Air Force Contingent in Congo since 01 Aug 2003....
....Squadron Leader Manu Chaudhary (19896) Flying (Pilot) has been on the posted strength of Indian Air Force Squadron 2004, part of IAF Contingent in Congo since 13 Jul 2003. ...
My assessment is that given the semi permanent nature of the deployment, the air force is rotating personnel from all squadrons while the helicopters remain there. Accordingly there is no point in crediting one HU for the task.
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IAF to celebrate its victory in the battle of Longewala in 1971
The Indian Air Force will celebrate its victory in the battle of Longewala in 1971 -- where its fighter jets destroyed a large number of intruding Pakistani Patton tanks -- by organising a ceremony on December 5 in which a host of heroes of the war will be felicitated.
Fighter jets like Mirage 2000, MiGs and attack helicopters like M-17 and an acrobatics team from the Akash Ganga are expected to participate in an air show organised as part of the ceremony. IAF sources said that the celebrations would begin from December 4 but the Longewala celebration will be organised at Air Force Station at Jaislamer near the Longewala battleground. Retired officers like Air Marshal M S Baba and others will share the memories of the war at the event.
The Indian Air Force will celebrate its victory in the battle of Longewala in 1971 -- where its fighter jets destroyed a large number of intruding Pakistani Patton tanks -- by organising a ceremony on December 5 in which a host of heroes of the war will be felicitated.
Fighter jets like Mirage 2000, MiGs and attack helicopters like M-17 and an acrobatics team from the Akash Ganga are expected to participate in an air show organised as part of the ceremony. IAF sources said that the celebrations would begin from December 4 but the Longewala celebration will be organised at Air Force Station at Jaislamer near the Longewala battleground. Retired officers like Air Marshal M S Baba and others will share the memories of the war at the event.
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Not sure about the first one, but definitely the Atlantic one is inaccurate since the MiG fired a R-60 from the intruder's six, not guns from starboard as the painting suggests.
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The atlantique painting is based on the one published in vayu of the Soni-Middlecoat encounter in 71. The aircraft iscopied right dwn to the tail number
http://www.flickr.com/photos/55462783@N ... 253458865/
vs
http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/IAF/Histo ... inting.jpg
http://www.flickr.com/photos/55462783@N ... 253458865/
vs
http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/IAF/Histo ... inting.jpg
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Pakistan Army has claimed the serial number of Nachiketa's MiG-27ML as 1135. Perhaps they should have checked the series before claiming one, as the air force has assigned them a 3-digit serial number (TSxxx)! Also, unlike A/L Ahuja MiG-21 they have also never shown the wreckage.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1bzxYvw8Uo
There are some other interviews of PA officers... this one was interesting:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmU7uoJBxQc (Capt Romail Akram)
If the country's army continues to tell untruths to its people - that too on live television... you cant blame its people for living in denial:On 27 May 1999, Gunner Sepoy Shafaqat Ali commanded by Capt. Faheem Tipu, Pakistan Army Air Defence shot down an IAF MiG-27ML using an ANZA-II SAM. The IAF fighter (Serial No. 1135), was flown by Flt. Lt. K. Nachiketa of No. 9 Squadron, IAF pilot who ejected and was taken prisoner. The IAF fighter was shot down after intruding into Pakistan airspace at 11:15 a.m. (PST) near Marol-Hamzi Ghund, Pakistan. Aircraft intruded into Pakistan airspace twice - it first marked a Pakistani position on the LoC with smoke bombs and then came in for a rocketing and strafing attack on the same post. It was shot down during the second attack as it exited. Wreckage fell on the Indian side of the LoC. IAF Pilot captured and made POW. Released on 4 June 1999.
Also on 27 May 1999, Naik Talib Hussain Basharat commanded by Capt. Faheem Tipu of the Pakistan Army Air Defence shot down an IAF MiG-21 using an ANZA-II SAM. The IAF fighter (Serial No. C1539) was flown by Sqn. Ldr. Ajay Ahuja of No. 17 Squadron, IAF, who was killed. The IAF fighter was shot down after intruding into Pakistan airspace at 11:35 a.m. (PST) near Marol-Hamzi Ghund, Pakistan. Aircraft was one of two IAF MiG-21s which targeted and then came in for a rocketing attack on a Pakistani post on the LoC. It was shot down while engaged in the attack at a height of 1,500 metres from ground level. Wreckage fell 10-12 kilometres inside Pakistan. Body of IAF pilot handed over to India on 29 May 1999.
On 28 May 1999, Lance Havaldar Muhammad Kamal of the Pakistan Army Air Defence shot down an IAF Mil Mi-17 Helicopter using a Stinger SAM. The crew of the IAF helicopter comprising of Flt. Lt. S. Mulihan, (Pilot); Sqn. Ldr. Rajiv Pundir (Co-pilot); Sgt. P.V.N.R. Prasad (Flt. Gunner); Sgt. Raj Kishore Sahu (Flt. Engineer) of No. 152 Helicopter Unit, IAF were all killed. The IAF helicopter was shot down after intruding into Pakistan airspace and rocketing Pakistani positions on the LoC in the Mushkoh-Drass sector. The gunship was shot down as it exited after carrying out the rocketing attack. Wreckage fell inside Indian-held Kashmir.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1bzxYvw8Uo
There are some other interviews of PA officers... this one was interesting:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmU7uoJBxQc (Capt Romail Akram)
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The point is the western media also follows their version. That is the real mystery and also danger for India.Aditya G wrote:Pakistan Army has claimed the serial number of Nachiketa's MiG-27ML as 1135. Perhaps they should have checked the series before claiming one, as the air force has assigned them a 3-digit serial number (TSxxx)! Also, unlike A/L Ahuja MiG-21 they have also never shown the wreckage.
If the country's army continues to tell untruths to its people - that too on live television... you cant blame its people for living in denial:
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Aditya, wheres that pak army quote from? Their official website? For the first time I am seeing an acknowledgement that they dont have the wreckage
Ofcourse this was stated by Air Marshal Menon in his Kargil article earlier.Aditya G wrote:Wreckage fell on the Indian side of the LoC.
The No 2's aircraft flamed out immediately after weapon release and the pilot had to eject prior to his aircraft impacting with a mountain side. During parachute descent he drifted across the LoC, was taken as POW by the Pakistani forces and was returned to India on June 3, 1999.
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Hi, its from one of the youtube links I posted above ... but its copied as is over several websites. But do you think that this source is credible as a citation, given the other facts quoted are disputed:
1. Pakistan Army Air Defence shot down an IAF MiG-27ML
2. using an ANZA-II SAM.
3. The IAF fighter (Serial No. 1135),
1. Pakistan Army Air Defence shot down an IAF MiG-27ML
2. using an ANZA-II SAM.
3. The IAF fighter (Serial No. 1135),
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the Mig27 had an engine flameout due to ingesting gun gasses, unable to relight, nachiketa bailed out
ahuja's mig 21 circled the area slowly to find nachiketa and was hit by a SAM, possibly an ANZA. the tail of the Mig21 with its Cxxx numbering was shown on TV surrounded by pak soldiers. i believe that the Mig27 crashed in Indian territory whilst the Mig 21 crashed on the pakistani side. nachiketa was captured and imprisoned, he appears to have been roughed up whilst in captivity. Ahuja was shot in the head in cold blood on the ground after landing. possibly an overzealous soldier shot him before an officer could arrive on the scene and secure him for interrogation... but we will never know
ahuja's mig 21 circled the area slowly to find nachiketa and was hit by a SAM, possibly an ANZA. the tail of the Mig21 with its Cxxx numbering was shown on TV surrounded by pak soldiers. i believe that the Mig27 crashed in Indian territory whilst the Mig 21 crashed on the pakistani side. nachiketa was captured and imprisoned, he appears to have been roughed up whilst in captivity. Ahuja was shot in the head in cold blood on the ground after landing. possibly an overzealous soldier shot him before an officer could arrive on the scene and secure him for interrogation... but we will never know
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Nachi was roughed up by a senior Puki Army officer - so the officers were mofos not just the ORs
The Puki air force did treat him well (probably knowing what would happen to them when the roles are reversed) but did not intervene
Unfortunately for the Puki air force Ahuja's batch mates have long memories.
The Puki air force did treat him well (probably knowing what would happen to them when the roles are reversed) but did not intervene
Unfortunately for the Puki air force Ahuja's batch mates have long memories.
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surya, one would hope that even the dumbest pa officer in the field is trained that a captured pilot is worth more alive than dead and needs to be whisked off to military intelligence asap for interrogation
during interrogation, pilots should expect to get roughed up or worse (Not that it is justified)
for high value pows (like pilots), staying alive remains a function of not talking. this is part of aircrew escape, evasion and survival training
during interrogation, pilots should expect to get roughed up or worse (Not that it is justified)
for high value pows (like pilots), staying alive remains a function of not talking. this is part of aircrew escape, evasion and survival training
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>> the Mig27 had an engine flameout due to ingesting gun gasses, unable to relight, nachiketa bailed out
ahuja's mig 21 circled the area slowly to find nachiketa and was hit by a SAM, possibly an ANZA.
none of the anzas hit anything (other than ground) during kargil. it was most probably a stinger.
in fact there were questions raised in TSP about the pi$$ poor performance of the anzas.
ahuja's mig 21 circled the area slowly to find nachiketa and was hit by a SAM, possibly an ANZA.
none of the anzas hit anything (other than ground) during kargil. it was most probably a stinger.
in fact there were questions raised in TSP about the pi$$ poor performance of the anzas.
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We have number of proofs regarding Stinger missiles:
- 2 manpads captured were stingers
- Newspaper article questioning Anzas as Rahul mentioned
- Air Cmde Tufail:
- 2 manpads captured were stingers
- Newspaper article questioning Anzas as Rahul mentioned
- Air Cmde Tufail:
On other hand we dont have any concrete info that Anza missiles were used.Lt Gen Mehmud assured us that air support was not envisaged and that his forces could take care of enemy aircraft, if they intervened. “I have Stingers on every peak,” he announced.
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Hunter, used by IAF in 1971.
INS VIKRANT
Folland Gnat IE 1083 is on display at the PAF Museum Karachi. This aircraft was retained as a war trophy after the Indian pilot forcelanded at a Pakistani Airfield by mistake during the 1965 India Pakistan War.
A GNAT IE1078 - The Gnats can take to the air within 75 seconds of receiving the order to scramble.Pilots scramble to their Gnat fighters at Pathankot during the war.
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That pilot's name was Sikand or something similar. What's the actual story behind that incident? I wonder what it take to hire someone to blow up that display in k'rachi? By the way, I too clearly remember those nightly drills of black outs and sirens while growing up as a pre-teen in Chanakya Puri (Satya Marg governments officers' flats) in New Delhi.sanjeevpunj wrote:
Folland Gnat IE 1083 is on display at the PAF Museum Karachi. This aircraft was retained as a war trophy after the Indian pilot forcelanded at a Pakistani Airfield by mistake during the 1965 India Pakistan War.
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Found another image of the same aircraft, as it lands in Pasrur,Pakistan.anupmisra wrote: That pilot's name was Sikand or something similar. What's the actual story behind that incident? I wonder what it take to hire someone to blow up that display in k'rachi? By the way, I too clearly remember those nightly drills of black outs and sirens while growing up as a pre-teen in Chanakya Puri (Satya Marg governments officers' flats) in New Delhi.
Yes, it was Sqn Ldr Brij Pal Singh Sikand. Sikand was promptly apprehended by Pak Army troops and had to spend the next five months as POW. After his repatriation, the IAF somehow took a light view of the incident and, Sikand resumed his career; He eventually rose to the rank of an Air Marshal. His aircraft was flown to Sargodha by Sqn Ldr Saad Hatmi, who carried out several evaluation flights after the war. Hatmi, who had flown the Gnat extensively while on an exchange assignment with the RAF, did not find the IAF version any different. He also maintained that the Gnat was no ‘Sabre Slayer’ when it came to dog fighting. After its brief service with the new air arm, Gnat IE 1083 was consigned to the PAF Museum, where it continues to bemuse visitors with one of the bizarre episodes of the 1965 War. Below is an actual war photo of it, showing the landed and parked GNAT.
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I found this page, they seem to be gloating, look at the war trophy board!
http://www.historyofpia.com/forums/view ... w=previous
http://www.historyofpia.com/forums/view ... w=previous
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Select articles from Vayu in PDF format
http://vayuaerospace.in/selected_articles.htm
Indian Navy The White Tigers Turn Golden
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/Indian_ ... Tigers.pdf
Inducting the An-32 transports
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/Inducti ... sports.pdf
History Ouragons for India
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/History_Ouragons.pdf
Advanced Jet Trainer evaluation
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/Advanced_Jet.pdf
http://vayuaerospace.in/selected_articles.htm
Indian Navy The White Tigers Turn Golden
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/Indian_ ... Tigers.pdf
Inducting the An-32 transports
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/Inducti ... sports.pdf
History Ouragons for India
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/History_Ouragons.pdf
Advanced Jet Trainer evaluation
http://vayuaerospace.in/images1/Advanced_Jet.pdf
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Kaiser Tufail's latest
http://kaiser-aeronaut.blogspot.com/201 ... 1-war.html
Air Defence in Southern Sector - 1971 War
There are a couple of nice suprises in there if you know where/what to look for..
not all aircombats / events are covered. but considering some of the info in there has nevr seen the light of the day for nearly 40 years, I will take what I will get.
http://kaiser-aeronaut.blogspot.com/201 ... 1-war.html
Air Defence in Southern Sector - 1971 War
There are a couple of nice suprises in there if you know where/what to look for..
not all aircombats / events are covered. but considering some of the info in there has nevr seen the light of the day for nearly 40 years, I will take what I will get.
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Hmm yes Jagan. I see what you mean. Thanks for posting.Jagan wrote: There are a couple of nice suprises in there if you know where/what to look for..
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Air Commodore Manbir Singh has written an article about his first sortie over Dacca Airfield on Dec 4, 1971. The article "Wish I had a gun" can be seen at
http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/IAF/Histo ... Singh.html
http://www.bharat-rakshak.com/IAF/Histo ... Singh.html
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Jordan always used to deny they sent their aircraft to TSP in 1965 and 1971. Looks like they lost a couple!
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it was proven at the time i think. pushpinder chopra's book also mentions the jordanian F104's as being shot downramana wrote:Jordan always used to deny they sent their aircraft to TSP in 1965 and 1971. Looks like they lost a couple!
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Here is an absolute corker of a story i received on email from Air Marshal Rajkumar (retd). It came with the message:
KEMPY’s NOSE
(An Incredible Story Of Indiscipline : Eastern Air Force 1976. A Tale Of What Not To Do)
The dark, ominous, thunder heads had been rising from the depths of Subansary valley all
morning. The orographic winds pushed them up the slopes and the impetus helped it to climb
higher and higher till the cataclysmic thermodynamics of thunder clouds unleashed enough
energy to help them climb unrestricted to unimaginable height, hell bent on destruction around
‘Mechuka’. I was in the middle of it.
After waiting for several hours, I had got airborne from Dinjan in a MI4, on a bad weather day, to
take the Army Cdr on a recee of the Chinese border. The GOC had other preoccupations and
hence I got airborne close to 1100 hrs, something which we had been told not to do, due to bad
weather and turbulence inside the hills after 1200 hrs. The Eastern Air Force, those days, was a
different sort of IAF, much like the CIA operations in Lagos, a decade earlier, except that we did
neither gun running nor dope peddling like the CIA, we were very socially useful and productive
fellows. Most of the guys in Chabua were either the ones who had failed the promotion exams,
or were the guys on punishment posting. The guys that the IAF did not want to have around in
any self respecting squadron. Chabua was therefore the best self respecting places to be. SOPs
were made just for the pleasure of breaking the rule. Anyway, to continue my story......, that day
we went from place to place on the whim of the Army Cdr, who seemed to be enjoying himself at
my expense. He kept dilly dallying at each whistle stop and as the day went by, we got hemmed in
by the line squall while we were deep inside the hills.
Flying in bad weather was nothing new to me, in those years I was compulsively drawn to it, it
was exhilarating, the most adventurous thing that I could do at the age of 26. As usual, I dumped
collective, descended to the deck, with the MI4’s wheels touching the Subansary river, more like
driving a ‘Jonga’ than flying an airplane. I zig zagged along the river, acutely aware of a theorem
propounded by my earlier Stn Cdr (Vir Narain). I whistled the morbid tune, taught to me by a
navigator friend, it was called ‘point of no return’. The MI4 was one hell of a helicopter to fly. In
due course, we braved the weather and got out of the hills, to my recollection, around 1600 hrs
....... about 45 minutes before sunset.
That is when I heard James Palapura on the radio.
James was overhead Tezpur in a Mig 21 acting like an airborne FAC coordinating search and
rescue over Dulanmukh range. I heard arguments, between a Caribou, Chetak and James. The
sensible guys in the Caribou and Chetak were calling off the search and going home due to
impending bad weather and darkness. James was trying to order them back. I had no business to
go anywhere other than directly east, back to Chabua, and get the Army Cdr off my back. Yet,
curiosity overwhelmed me.
“James Sir”, I called on the radio. “Who punched out ?”, I asked.
“Kempy”, he said promptly, and gave me a quick rundown.
It seemed Kempy (then Flt Lt Deviah, a course mate) had punched out from a Gnat earlier that
morning over Dulanmukh after he got hit by ricochet and the engine flamed out. None saw him
punch out, none noted where the aircraft went down. The place as you guys know is thick jungles,
with crazy wild animals.
Just then my radio quit. That was not unusual. It was unusual if the radio ever worked in a MI4.
We were quite used to flying the MI4 without radio, without navigational aids of any kind,
without anything known or popular in aeronautics, all except a wing and a prayer.
I went into a tizzy, “hicum foocum”, sudden rush of shit to the brain. I was beset by a moral
dilemma. Do I pretend not to have heard about Kempy ? Do I leave him there in the jungle and go
home ? Do I rationalise that I had no business to get involved ? Do I make excuses that I had the
Army Cdr on board ? Do I make an excuse that it was going to be sun set, that the weather was
bad, that I was about 40 miles north and headed in the wrong direction ?
‘God, I didn’t even know if Kempy was dead or alive...... I said in monologue.
‘Oh God, my CO will make mice meat out of me’, I said to myself in self defence.
No .....in retrospect, I did not bring God in between and I did not consult with him either. I went
mind dead for about four minutes while I contemplated the odds. In the fifth minute, I turned
around and went back to a clearing near Passighat which I had over flown about ten minutes
earlier. I went and landed on a volley ball court next to some tents and without switching off, I
ordered the Army Cdr out. He was dumbfounded, initially loss of words. But when it came, he let
it fly at me, alternating between request, order, court marshal, pleading and jostling. Actually he
was a very fine man, a person I held in great awe. So I reasoned with him.
“Course mate down, Sir”, I said in clipped military parlance.
“He needs me”, I told him with finality.
“You are the Tiger, the army is here, and they will take care of you”, I think I told him. “Kempy is
down there, I got to go before the Tigers get to him”.
I think the Army Cdr made a request to take him along. I think I did not want to take him along
lest I endanger his life. It is possible that I left him behind out of spite, for making me wait at all
the places where we went and making me go through bad weather. I don’t remember. It is quite
possible. I was very young and impetuous.
Any way I then headed full throttle for Dulanmukh range. It was almost sun set by the time I
reached there. I had to ask someone the general direction in which Kempy went down. I went and
landed in front of the RSO’s hut and a WO ran out. He quickly pointed out the general direction
and I was off the ground in a jiffy.
The jungles reek a musty smell as the sun begins to set. I noticed it because I was at tree top
height flying with both side doors wide open. There was total green cover, thick foliage. I looked
for a fire, broken branches, silvery flash of the Gnat’s fuselage or wings, a parachute, smoke,
anything to indicate a crash site. There was nothing. I did not know where to go looking. I did
mental DR, 1/60 rule, calisthenics to try and figure out where Kempy may have crashed. Over the
whirring sound of the rotor, I had caught only snatches of what the WO had told me at the range.
He had said something about cross wind. Yes, he had said that Kempy had ejected on the cross
wind. That meant close by. James in his zealous enthusiasm had misdirected the search and
others had gone looking for Kempy far and wide and had missed him.
I flew over a large patch of open grassy space. I saw a large herd of frightened wild elephants
scattering in all directions with their tails and trunks held high.
“Kempy, where are you ?”, I shrieked over the noise of the wind and the MI4.
Suddenly I heard him. I swear I heard him. It seemed the MI4 knew where to go to find Kempy. I
swear I never flew it. It was the hand of God that held the cyclic.
I overflew a hut in another patch of grass, and I thought I saw about 50 people milling about. The
MI4 turned around on it’s own and this time I could see clearly that there was some commotion
on the ground. I closed the throttle, yanked the speed down and set down the helicopter in a
small clearing with very tall trees all around. When I switched off, the helicopter started juddering
and after the rotors stopped, I realised that I had hit a tree while landing. About 7 inches of all the
tail rotor blades had been cleanly shorn off. I also discovered to my horror that the Russians had
made the tail rotor with ply wood. But at that time I was not too worried about the tail rotor. I
ran forward to find Kempy.
Kempy was lying on a charpoy about 300 mtrs from where I had landed, where the villagers had
brought him out from the jungle. He appeared to be semi conscious, groaning with pain. He still
had his helmet on, though the mask was dangling around his chest. His nose was completely
smashed and his faced covered with blood. His nostrils were choked partially with dried mucus
and blood, still oozing plasma. He was labouring for breath through his mouth, spasms raking his
chest. I think he had been like that all day, while the search was on overhead, the villagers were
frightened to touch him.
The sun by then had set or was about to set.
I quickly got Kempy’s helmet off, poured water on his face, cleaned his nose and mouth and made
him drink some water. He seemed partially awake but he had no situational awareness or what
happened to him. It also looked as if he had suffered a compression fracture of his spine.
I knocked out the charpoy legs, loaded Kempy still on the charpoy into the MI4 and we went back
to Chabua, unmindful of the missing portion of the tail rotor, the MI4 juddering and shaking all
the way. 45 minutes later, when we landed, there was a big crowd on the tarmac, including the
Station Commander and my CO, late Jayaraman. The docs took charge of Kempy and I think he
was flown to Calcutta, never saw him afterwards, for a long time.
The CO took me by the elbow and marched me to his jeep. Never said a word. He went straight to
the bar, where Durga the ever smiling barman poured us both a large Rum with water, the
favourite drink in Chabua. There were many others too in the bar. Jayaraman, took a sip and I
think he could not control himself any more.
“I don’t know what to do with you”, he said.
“First you broke the 12 O’Clock rule”, he waved the glass in my face. My untouched glass still on
the bar counter. True to Rimcolian tradition, I always took bull shit standing at attention. In RIMC,
it was believed that attention was the only safe position to ward off predation.
“I can understand that you came out of the hills at 2 O’clock, I can forgive you if it went to 3
O’Clock. But I cannot suffer in silence if you decided to clear the hills at sun set”. His voice was
quivering with emotion. There was pin drop silence in the bar. All drinks lay untouched on the bar
counter. He took another sip.
“You got into bad weather”. He paused. “No, not just bad weather, you f***ing had to go and
penetrate a line squall and mapped the Sunasari river with your wheel to get out”. I began to
wonder where he had heard that one. Then I realised that the army may still be searching for
their Army Cdr. “I can understand if you left behind an army captain”, he said very softly. He took
another sip of Rum and water.
“I can understand if you left behind a Colonel. I can forgive you even if had left behind the GOC 2
Div”. He paused, seemingly at a loss of words. “F***ing shit bag, you went and left the Army Cdr
on a f***ing BSF picket and he is sitting on a charpoy right now”. Jaya banged his glass on the bar
counter, and lit a cigarette. Through a smoke ring, he kept staring at me.
“You went and chopped up your tail rotor, and had the audacity to fly it right back to Chabua”,
he said softly. I thought I could make out a note of admiration in his voice.
“Sir”, I said pleasantly. “I shall go and pick up the Army Cdr first thing tomorrow morning”.
Jaya was my best friend, my guru, my only mentor, my only benefactor in all my years in uniform.
“You will do nothing of the sort”, he roared like a lion. “I shall pick up the Army Cdr myself”, he
said. “You”.....he paused for effect. “You are f***ing going on permanent detachment to
Chakabama”. He said with finality. Chakabama, a helipad in the middle of nowhere in Nagaland
was the loneliest place those days, detachment in Chakabama was akin to solitary confinement.
“But for now, Barman.....” he commanded, looking for Durga. “The drink will be on the house, put
it all on Kartoos, he will pay for the drinks tonight”.
He then raised his glass, like a formal dining in night, “For now, let us drink to Kempy’s nose”.
“To Kempy’s nose”, we replied in unison, drowning the glass of large Rum and water in one single
bottoms up. That night, we did bottoms up again and again, each time toasting to Kempy’s nose.
My bar book was closed that night, I had exceeded Rs 75, the bar book limit.
Considering that Rum cost Rs 3.50 a bottle, and water cost nothing, we drank around 22 bottles
of Rum that night, all towards Kempy’s nose. Assuming that there were around 28 of us that night
at the bar, including the Gnat guys on detachment at Chabua, that was around 10 large pegs
each, all for good cause, Kempy’s nose. May be we all had one peg each and quite possible that
Jagga Barar drank the extra 28 pegs. I think it was one of those nights when Jagga did not count
the pegs using match sticks, lined up on the bar counter, one stick per peg. I think he lost count,
like Counta Barar, who never counted.
Next morning I was packed off to Chakabama in the dicky of a MI4, and I am told I kept saying “To
Kempy’s Nose” all the way from Chabua to Chakabama, rather silly of me. I stayed there for three
whole months before Jaya relented and brought me back.
Kempy now has a wonderful nose. Makes him very handsome and dignified. Every bit like his
illustrious martial predecessors from Koorg. I cannot take the credit, it was the Docs at Calcutta
who made Kempy’s nose look Koorgi, handsome and accomplished. Me, I take the credit only for
the incredible act of closing my bar book in one night, cheering for Kempy’s nose
Cyclic.
The file is a pdf that I will send separately to Jagan to put up on BR.This fantastic story needs to be put out on Bharat Rakshak. I do not know who the author is but I have a suspicion !
KEMPY’s NOSE
(An Incredible Story Of Indiscipline : Eastern Air Force 1976. A Tale Of What Not To Do)
The dark, ominous, thunder heads had been rising from the depths of Subansary valley all
morning. The orographic winds pushed them up the slopes and the impetus helped it to climb
higher and higher till the cataclysmic thermodynamics of thunder clouds unleashed enough
energy to help them climb unrestricted to unimaginable height, hell bent on destruction around
‘Mechuka’. I was in the middle of it.
After waiting for several hours, I had got airborne from Dinjan in a MI4, on a bad weather day, to
take the Army Cdr on a recee of the Chinese border. The GOC had other preoccupations and
hence I got airborne close to 1100 hrs, something which we had been told not to do, due to bad
weather and turbulence inside the hills after 1200 hrs. The Eastern Air Force, those days, was a
different sort of IAF, much like the CIA operations in Lagos, a decade earlier, except that we did
neither gun running nor dope peddling like the CIA, we were very socially useful and productive
fellows. Most of the guys in Chabua were either the ones who had failed the promotion exams,
or were the guys on punishment posting. The guys that the IAF did not want to have around in
any self respecting squadron. Chabua was therefore the best self respecting places to be. SOPs
were made just for the pleasure of breaking the rule. Anyway, to continue my story......, that day
we went from place to place on the whim of the Army Cdr, who seemed to be enjoying himself at
my expense. He kept dilly dallying at each whistle stop and as the day went by, we got hemmed in
by the line squall while we were deep inside the hills.
Flying in bad weather was nothing new to me, in those years I was compulsively drawn to it, it
was exhilarating, the most adventurous thing that I could do at the age of 26. As usual, I dumped
collective, descended to the deck, with the MI4’s wheels touching the Subansary river, more like
driving a ‘Jonga’ than flying an airplane. I zig zagged along the river, acutely aware of a theorem
propounded by my earlier Stn Cdr (Vir Narain). I whistled the morbid tune, taught to me by a
navigator friend, it was called ‘point of no return’. The MI4 was one hell of a helicopter to fly. In
due course, we braved the weather and got out of the hills, to my recollection, around 1600 hrs
....... about 45 minutes before sunset.
That is when I heard James Palapura on the radio.
James was overhead Tezpur in a Mig 21 acting like an airborne FAC coordinating search and
rescue over Dulanmukh range. I heard arguments, between a Caribou, Chetak and James. The
sensible guys in the Caribou and Chetak were calling off the search and going home due to
impending bad weather and darkness. James was trying to order them back. I had no business to
go anywhere other than directly east, back to Chabua, and get the Army Cdr off my back. Yet,
curiosity overwhelmed me.
“James Sir”, I called on the radio. “Who punched out ?”, I asked.
“Kempy”, he said promptly, and gave me a quick rundown.
It seemed Kempy (then Flt Lt Deviah, a course mate) had punched out from a Gnat earlier that
morning over Dulanmukh after he got hit by ricochet and the engine flamed out. None saw him
punch out, none noted where the aircraft went down. The place as you guys know is thick jungles,
with crazy wild animals.
Just then my radio quit. That was not unusual. It was unusual if the radio ever worked in a MI4.
We were quite used to flying the MI4 without radio, without navigational aids of any kind,
without anything known or popular in aeronautics, all except a wing and a prayer.
I went into a tizzy, “hicum foocum”, sudden rush of shit to the brain. I was beset by a moral
dilemma. Do I pretend not to have heard about Kempy ? Do I leave him there in the jungle and go
home ? Do I rationalise that I had no business to get involved ? Do I make excuses that I had the
Army Cdr on board ? Do I make an excuse that it was going to be sun set, that the weather was
bad, that I was about 40 miles north and headed in the wrong direction ?
‘God, I didn’t even know if Kempy was dead or alive...... I said in monologue.
‘Oh God, my CO will make mice meat out of me’, I said to myself in self defence.
No .....in retrospect, I did not bring God in between and I did not consult with him either. I went
mind dead for about four minutes while I contemplated the odds. In the fifth minute, I turned
around and went back to a clearing near Passighat which I had over flown about ten minutes
earlier. I went and landed on a volley ball court next to some tents and without switching off, I
ordered the Army Cdr out. He was dumbfounded, initially loss of words. But when it came, he let
it fly at me, alternating between request, order, court marshal, pleading and jostling. Actually he
was a very fine man, a person I held in great awe. So I reasoned with him.
“Course mate down, Sir”, I said in clipped military parlance.
“He needs me”, I told him with finality.
“You are the Tiger, the army is here, and they will take care of you”, I think I told him. “Kempy is
down there, I got to go before the Tigers get to him”.
I think the Army Cdr made a request to take him along. I think I did not want to take him along
lest I endanger his life. It is possible that I left him behind out of spite, for making me wait at all
the places where we went and making me go through bad weather. I don’t remember. It is quite
possible. I was very young and impetuous.
Any way I then headed full throttle for Dulanmukh range. It was almost sun set by the time I
reached there. I had to ask someone the general direction in which Kempy went down. I went and
landed in front of the RSO’s hut and a WO ran out. He quickly pointed out the general direction
and I was off the ground in a jiffy.
The jungles reek a musty smell as the sun begins to set. I noticed it because I was at tree top
height flying with both side doors wide open. There was total green cover, thick foliage. I looked
for a fire, broken branches, silvery flash of the Gnat’s fuselage or wings, a parachute, smoke,
anything to indicate a crash site. There was nothing. I did not know where to go looking. I did
mental DR, 1/60 rule, calisthenics to try and figure out where Kempy may have crashed. Over the
whirring sound of the rotor, I had caught only snatches of what the WO had told me at the range.
He had said something about cross wind. Yes, he had said that Kempy had ejected on the cross
wind. That meant close by. James in his zealous enthusiasm had misdirected the search and
others had gone looking for Kempy far and wide and had missed him.
I flew over a large patch of open grassy space. I saw a large herd of frightened wild elephants
scattering in all directions with their tails and trunks held high.
“Kempy, where are you ?”, I shrieked over the noise of the wind and the MI4.
Suddenly I heard him. I swear I heard him. It seemed the MI4 knew where to go to find Kempy. I
swear I never flew it. It was the hand of God that held the cyclic.
I overflew a hut in another patch of grass, and I thought I saw about 50 people milling about. The
MI4 turned around on it’s own and this time I could see clearly that there was some commotion
on the ground. I closed the throttle, yanked the speed down and set down the helicopter in a
small clearing with very tall trees all around. When I switched off, the helicopter started juddering
and after the rotors stopped, I realised that I had hit a tree while landing. About 7 inches of all the
tail rotor blades had been cleanly shorn off. I also discovered to my horror that the Russians had
made the tail rotor with ply wood. But at that time I was not too worried about the tail rotor. I
ran forward to find Kempy.
Kempy was lying on a charpoy about 300 mtrs from where I had landed, where the villagers had
brought him out from the jungle. He appeared to be semi conscious, groaning with pain. He still
had his helmet on, though the mask was dangling around his chest. His nose was completely
smashed and his faced covered with blood. His nostrils were choked partially with dried mucus
and blood, still oozing plasma. He was labouring for breath through his mouth, spasms raking his
chest. I think he had been like that all day, while the search was on overhead, the villagers were
frightened to touch him.
The sun by then had set or was about to set.
I quickly got Kempy’s helmet off, poured water on his face, cleaned his nose and mouth and made
him drink some water. He seemed partially awake but he had no situational awareness or what
happened to him. It also looked as if he had suffered a compression fracture of his spine.
I knocked out the charpoy legs, loaded Kempy still on the charpoy into the MI4 and we went back
to Chabua, unmindful of the missing portion of the tail rotor, the MI4 juddering and shaking all
the way. 45 minutes later, when we landed, there was a big crowd on the tarmac, including the
Station Commander and my CO, late Jayaraman. The docs took charge of Kempy and I think he
was flown to Calcutta, never saw him afterwards, for a long time.
The CO took me by the elbow and marched me to his jeep. Never said a word. He went straight to
the bar, where Durga the ever smiling barman poured us both a large Rum with water, the
favourite drink in Chabua. There were many others too in the bar. Jayaraman, took a sip and I
think he could not control himself any more.
“I don’t know what to do with you”, he said.
“First you broke the 12 O’Clock rule”, he waved the glass in my face. My untouched glass still on
the bar counter. True to Rimcolian tradition, I always took bull shit standing at attention. In RIMC,
it was believed that attention was the only safe position to ward off predation.
“I can understand that you came out of the hills at 2 O’clock, I can forgive you if it went to 3
O’Clock. But I cannot suffer in silence if you decided to clear the hills at sun set”. His voice was
quivering with emotion. There was pin drop silence in the bar. All drinks lay untouched on the bar
counter. He took another sip.
“You got into bad weather”. He paused. “No, not just bad weather, you f***ing had to go and
penetrate a line squall and mapped the Sunasari river with your wheel to get out”. I began to
wonder where he had heard that one. Then I realised that the army may still be searching for
their Army Cdr. “I can understand if you left behind an army captain”, he said very softly. He took
another sip of Rum and water.
“I can understand if you left behind a Colonel. I can forgive you even if had left behind the GOC 2
Div”. He paused, seemingly at a loss of words. “F***ing shit bag, you went and left the Army Cdr
on a f***ing BSF picket and he is sitting on a charpoy right now”. Jaya banged his glass on the bar
counter, and lit a cigarette. Through a smoke ring, he kept staring at me.
“You went and chopped up your tail rotor, and had the audacity to fly it right back to Chabua”,
he said softly. I thought I could make out a note of admiration in his voice.
“Sir”, I said pleasantly. “I shall go and pick up the Army Cdr first thing tomorrow morning”.
Jaya was my best friend, my guru, my only mentor, my only benefactor in all my years in uniform.
“You will do nothing of the sort”, he roared like a lion. “I shall pick up the Army Cdr myself”, he
said. “You”.....he paused for effect. “You are f***ing going on permanent detachment to
Chakabama”. He said with finality. Chakabama, a helipad in the middle of nowhere in Nagaland
was the loneliest place those days, detachment in Chakabama was akin to solitary confinement.
“But for now, Barman.....” he commanded, looking for Durga. “The drink will be on the house, put
it all on Kartoos, he will pay for the drinks tonight”.
He then raised his glass, like a formal dining in night, “For now, let us drink to Kempy’s nose”.
“To Kempy’s nose”, we replied in unison, drowning the glass of large Rum and water in one single
bottoms up. That night, we did bottoms up again and again, each time toasting to Kempy’s nose.
My bar book was closed that night, I had exceeded Rs 75, the bar book limit.
Considering that Rum cost Rs 3.50 a bottle, and water cost nothing, we drank around 22 bottles
of Rum that night, all towards Kempy’s nose. Assuming that there were around 28 of us that night
at the bar, including the Gnat guys on detachment at Chabua, that was around 10 large pegs
each, all for good cause, Kempy’s nose. May be we all had one peg each and quite possible that
Jagga Barar drank the extra 28 pegs. I think it was one of those nights when Jagga did not count
the pegs using match sticks, lined up on the bar counter, one stick per peg. I think he lost count,
like Counta Barar, who never counted.
Next morning I was packed off to Chakabama in the dicky of a MI4, and I am told I kept saying “To
Kempy’s Nose” all the way from Chabua to Chakabama, rather silly of me. I stayed there for three
whole months before Jaya relented and brought me back.
Kempy now has a wonderful nose. Makes him very handsome and dignified. Every bit like his
illustrious martial predecessors from Koorg. I cannot take the credit, it was the Docs at Calcutta
who made Kempy’s nose look Koorgi, handsome and accomplished. Me, I take the credit only for
the incredible act of closing my bar book in one night, cheering for Kempy’s nose
Cyclic.