Yep. The guy from VF-96's 1974 cruise can back this one up. After bouncing off the water of Manila Bay, he tried to claim that the centerline tank "just blew off....on its own..." That worked until they dug pieces of the centerline out of the horizontal stabs. Scratch one set of Naval Aviator wings...
Not surprising. (Although trying to lie about it was perhaps the greater offense that did him in.)
But back then, it was like somebody flipped a switch. What earlier had been "somewhat" acceptable during wartime, suddenly became grounds for losing your wings overnight, just as soon as the war ended. It caught many off guard.
Our guy only got an ass-chewing for ripping off his centerline. He apologized to the Maint. O and the metal-smiths, and was back in the saddle the next day. That was it!
Also, one of our RF-8 guys clipped off part of his wing when he hit a low logging cable in a PI jungle canyon. Lucky to have made it back to Cubi. Stayed on the flight schedule, and didn't stop him from later making CO of an F-14 squadron. There were a few other similar instances too on that cruise.
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Actually there were legitimate reasons for extremely low, extremely fast flying training. F-4s frequently went into Indian Country alone as a two-plane, without the benefit of ARMs, jammers, or multiple other targets to spread the AAA and SAM 'wealth'. They were magnets.
Therefore F-4s on a photo escort or MiG-CAP had many, many SAMs shot at them.
The F-4s corner speed was 420 kts. and this was really needed to defeat a SAM. But after defeating a couple with high-G barrel-rolls with not a lot of altitude to begin with, you then became a sitting duck having bled off too much energy to defeat the next SAM coming!
The only thing left to do was to get way-way down in the weeds – or flat rice paddies in this case – below the Fan Song radar, and so low no Gomer with an AK or even a big rock could see you coming in time to hit you, and you got the hell out of dodge!
Flying that low and that fast is not conducive to life. Nor does it come naturally. It needs practice. And practice we did. But it saved a lot of guys when they were out of airspeed, ideas, chaff, and terrain masking.
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