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Top Gun (1986)
Quotes
Sundown: Hey, man, we could have had him. Hey, we could have had him, man!
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From 5/5/2001 to 7/22/2011 is 3730 days
From 2/11/1996 to 4/29/2006 is 3730 days
http://fanficflightdeck.space-readyroom.de/GenStories/transcript_taa.html
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
McQUEEN: In summation, gentleman, my proposal is to flush out the bogie via the use of a diversionary squadron, whose rules of engagement are to turn tail and run. While an S.A.43 equipped with the Sewell-fuel missile, executing a forward-quarter intercept, rises from behind cover of the retreating squadron, fires the missile and terminates the enemy target.
BRODEN: Outstanding, Colonel. Outstanding.
McQUEEN: Thank you, sir.
GENERAL: Now, if we can only find this Chiggy von Richthofen.
ROSS: Intelligence is combing every known sector.
McQUEEN: Gentlemen, if I may?
BRODEN: Go ahead, Colonel.
McQUEEN: It would be the most glorious honour of a long military career ... if this Colonel was assigned, as pilot of the intercepting S.A.43.
ROSS: Colonel McQueen, your flight status is grounded.
McQUEEN: Yes, sir, this is due to the surgical insertion in the inner ear of a myoelectronic feedback device to counter vestibularoccular nerve damage sustained in battle, sir.
ROSS: Then you know, as well as anyone, that an M.E.F. device can not withstand the G-Force demands placed upon an attack jet pilot.
McQUEEN: I'll take that chance, Sir.
ROSS: Chance?
Ross gets in McQueen's face.
ROSS: Colonel, even if the device in your thick skull does not full out erupt during A.C.M., it would at the very least stress your temporal lobe to the point of loss of consciousness, seizure and death. ... I refuse to hand the Chigs a gimme.
McQUEEN: Then I will have the device removed, sir.
ROSS: You'll be vomiting every five steps.
Ross moves away from McQueen.
McQUEEN: Gentlemen, if I commit to the procedure of having the M.E.F. device removed, pass the physical requirements and achieve approved flight status, will I be assigned?
Broden stands and walks around McQueen.
BRODEN: Colonel, this is the single most mission of the war.
McQUEEN: (to Broden's back) That's why I should be the one to fly it, sir.
Broden turns and faces McQueen.
BRODEN: Prove to me you're fit to fly, and you can fly.
McQUEEN: Thank you, sir.
[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/09/governing-selection-of-certain-persons.html ]
http://www.tv.com/shows/space-above-and-beyond/the-angriest-angel-2-72604/
tv.com
Space: Above and Beyond Season 1 Episode 16
The Angriest Angel (2)
Aired Sunday 7:00 PM Feb 11, 1996 on FOX
AIRED: 2/11/96
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sid_Barron
Sid Barron
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Sid Barron (June 13, 1917 in Toronto – April 29, 2006 in Victoria, British Columbia) was a Canadian editorial cartoonist and artist. He drew for the Victoria Times, Toronto Star and The Albertan.
His drawings were typically apolitical showing the views of the common person. They often contained a biplane with its landing gear falling off towing a banner with the words "Mild, isn't it?"
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http://www.myplainview.com/news/article/Fallece-militar-que-rescat-a-Howard-Hughes-8539904.php
My Plainview
He dies military who rescued Howard Hughes [ Google English Translation ]
Published 7:00 pm, Saturday, April 29, 2006
William Durkin, the US Marine who rescued Howard Hughes from the wreckage of a plane that crashed during a test in Beverly Hills, died in this population. He would have turned 90 on Sunday.
Durkin died Saturday at Desert Palm Springs Regional Medical Center due to a heart attack, said his daughter, Kimberly Durkin.
The Marine was going on a date with a girl, on July 7, 1946, when he saw the burning wreckage of reconnaissance aircraft Hughes XF-11, and rescued the eccentric billionaire.
http://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/902442_Gift_to_USMC_Sgt__William_L__Durkin_from_Howard_Hughes_for_saving_his_life_to_be_auctioned.html
Posted: 7/20/2009 11:19:18 PM EDT
Gift to sgt. from Howard Hughes to be auctioned
By Ula Ilnytzky - The Associated Press
Posted : Monday Jul 20, 2009 16:47:55 EDT
NEW YORK — On July 7, 1946, his clothes ablaze, Howard Hughes was pulled from the fiery wreckage of his experimental aircraft by a Marine sergeant. In gratitude, the eccentric billionaire gave his rescuer the steering wheel from the downed plane.
The aircraft control yoke, sheared off at the base, is one of eight items from the estate of Sgt. William L. Durkin going on the auction block. They will be sold as one lot at Swann Auction Galleries on Sept. 17 for an estimated $40,000 to $60,000.
The crash, in the backyard of a Beverly Hills mansion, was the centerpiece of Martin Scorsese’s acclaimed 2004 film “The Aviator,” which starred Leonardo DiCaprio as Hughes.
Hughes was burned on 78 percent of his body. Ever indebted to Durkin for saving his life, he also arranged a lifetime pass for the Marine to Hollywood’s Players nightclub and sent a letter promising a “small check” of $200.
These are also part of the sale. Durkin’s descendants have decided to sell the items because “They thought it was time for the material to move on and get out into the world,” said Swann’s Americana expert Rick Stattler.
Hughes died in 1976.
“My company, which feels duly grateful to you, is sending a small check,” Hughes said in the letter addressed to Durkin and typed on Hughes Aircraft Company letterhead. “Another will follow each month until you return here for the discussion I have suggested” — a reference to possible work for Durkin in aviation or other enterprises in which Hughes was involved.
Stattler said the appeal of the auction was that the crash was a dramatic moment in history that involved not only a major accident over one of the wealthiest communities in California — in itself a major news story — but also “one of the country’s most famous entrepreneurs.”
He likened it to a plane crash today involving the likes of Donald Trump or Bill Gates.
Stattler said the aviator and film director “clutched [the yoke] as he skimmed along those houses, and then crashed in someone’s backyard.”
The sale’s additional appeal is that it involves “the other key figure in the crash ... the Marine who saved Hughes’ life,” Stattler said.
He said the letter of thanks from Hughes is signed. However, Swann was still researching whether the signature is Hughes’.
“His signatures are very difficult to authenticate,” he said. “Later in life, many of the signatures that appear from Hughes do not match with each other.” He said Hughes sometimes had aides sign for him.
The letter’s original mailing envelope is stamped Culver City, CA, Dec. 23, 1946.
Also included in the sale is Durkin’s detailed account of the crash and rescue, which he typed up as an official statement to crash investigators.
“I heard a sound inside the cockpit like someone knocking or pounding ... At the same time I heard a scream of agony, and I knew a man was burning to death,” Durkin wrote.
Hughes developed the prototype military reconnaissance plane for the U.S. Army Air Force. He was taking it on a test flight when it crashed and struck three homes.
Durkin, who was visiting friends near the site of the crash, pulled Hughes to safety shortly before the plane’s fuel tank exploded.
When Durkin died in 2006, his daughter said her father never accepted any big payoff from Hughes because he felt he was only doing what was right.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alvin_S._White
Alvin S. White
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Alvin Swauger White (December 9, 1918 – April 29, 2006) was an American test pilot and mechanical engineer. He flew the maiden flights of both XB-70 Valkyrie aircraft, the first 2,000 mph flight, and all subsequent Mach 3 exploration flights.
http://articles.latimes.com/2006/may/05/local/me-white5
Los Angeles Times
Alvin S. White, 87; Longtime Test Pilot
May 05, 2006 From Times Staff Reports
Alvin S. White, an experimental test pilot and World War II veteran, died after a brief illness Saturday at a hospital near his home in Oro Valley, Ariz., his daughter Leslie Hester said. He was 87.
White survived a midair collision June 8, 1966, while flying the XB-70, North American Aviation's experimental supersonic bomber, during a publicity flight over the Mojave Desert. White ejected from the plane and suffered serious injuries, but the co-pilot, Air Force Maj. Carl Cross, died when his ejection seat malfunctioned. Also killed in the crash was NASA pilot Joseph A. Walker, who was flying an F-104N chase plane.
Born Dec. 9, 1918, in Berkeley, White began flying with the Civilian Pilot Training Program, earning his pilot's license in 1940. During World War II he flew bomber escort missions over Europe.
White graduated from UC Berkeley in 1947 with a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering and became a test pilot for the Air Force and then North American Aviation. He left North American in late 1966 for a position in research and development with TWA and became an independent consultant in 1969.
http://fanficflightdeck.space-readyroom.de/GenStories/transcript_taa.html
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
SEWELL: Aerotech anticipated his emergence. But never this quickly.
Sewell presses a key on a keyboard and displays an image on a screen.
SEWELL: Now we concur with naval intelligence reports that the existence ... of this advanced alien fighter jeopardises any further development of Operation Round Hammer. There can be no massive offensive until it is destroyed.
BRODEN: Destroyed? We sent fifteen squadrons after it at one time.
GENERAL: And only thirteen came back.
CIVILIAN: We don't have the means to destroy it.
SEWELL: But they do. ... This material was secured ...
He opens the case.
SEWELL: ... on the Kazbek mining colony during the 58th Squadron's rescue extraction. At the company they call this Sewell-fuel, and for the record, it is the property of Aerotech Industries.
He takes a sample of the fuel out of the case.
SEWELL: Simply put, it's organic ore which can only have been manufactured in the unique factory of the planet Kazbek, forming ten billion years ago. Refined correctly, it becomes a living complex system fuel perpetuating itself, creating more energy than it expends. The amount in my hand could power the Saratoga for a decade. Most importantly, the exhaust is clean, thermal temperature is negligible, point-O-one-five microns. That is, primarily, what keeps the enemy invisible to our infra-red sensors.
ROSS: We have one of their bombers. This is not what fuelled it.
SEWELL: Evidence indicates that the enemy only recently developed this process.
Sewell returns to the table.
SEWELL: That's why there is only one alien Red Baron ... for now.
Civilian: stands and walks around McQueen.
CIVILIAN: We need to develop a jet that can run on this stuff.
BRODEN: That would take years.
Broden stands and moves behind the others seated at the table.
BRODEN: Meanwhile this prototype craft could become the enemy's standard attack jet.
SEWELL: There may not be time to develop a plane but there is time for a missile.
Sewell brings up a schematic drawing on the screen.
SEWELL: Imagine the force of a complex perpetuating explosive.
BRODEN: How many missiles can you build?
SEWELL: After refining we can only make one. Meanwhile you have to prepare a plan on how to take it to them.
http://fanficflightdeck.space-readyroom.de/GenStories/transcript_taa.html
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
A briefing for McQueen and Ross as to the cause of the explosion.
FEMALE INVESTIGATOR: I believe it was sabotage. Note the flash point at the side of the warhead where presumably, Mr Sewell and the engineers were working.
On screen we see images from the fire.
FEMALE INVESTIGATOR: Now, before this area in the radome, we found faint traces of petroleum distillate thinly coated on the missile seeker unit. Now, the warhead contained a laser-ranging proximatey fuse. Even minute heat from the laser would have ignited the petroleum distillate. And in the oxygen rich environment, the engineers had been maintaining, a microscopic spark would be as good as a flame thrower.
ROSS: Thank god the damn thing didn't cook off.
FEMALE INVESTIGATOR: The warhead's not built that way. Just a fire wouldn't set it off. In fact, being in the protective casing of the warhead, the Sewell-fuel was unharmed.
McQUEEN: This, petroleum distillate, could it have leaked from another part of the weapon?
FEMALE INVESTIGATOR: No, sir, the liquid substance is not used in the construction of the missile, it was placed there. In fact, with a chemical breakdown analysis, I traced the material directly to a can of lubricating oil in Saratoga's engine room, number three. Someone aboard the Saratoga tried to sabotage the weapon.
Cut to a corridor, Winslow approaches McQueen's quarters. She can hear music coming from inside. She knocks on the door. There is no reply. She knocks again.
McQUEEN'S VOICE: Who's at my hatch?
WINSLOW: Sir, it's Lieutenant Winslow, sir.
McQUEEN'S VOICE: Come in.
She enters and first notices a photographic image of the alien fighter. McQueen has his back to her and he's looking out the window. He's wearing a vest with no shirt. She closes the door.
WINSLOW: Sir, the Lieutenant wishes to express her .... Can you hear me?
He stops the music.
WINSLOW: Sir, the Lieutenant wishes to express her most sincere apologies for her actions last evening. ... Sir, the Lieutenant has the utmost respect and admiration for the Colonel and regrets ... any words or actions which might have insulted the Colonel's honour. ... Colonel McQueen, I'm sorry.
McQUEEN: Apology, accepted.
He turns and moves across the room.
McQUEEN: Will there be anything else, Lieutenant?
WINSLOW: Sir, the Lieutenant has ... observed recently inordinate bahaviour by Colonel McQueen ...
He moves books around on the bookshelf.
WINSLOW: ... and realises that due to circumstances, or by design, the Colonel has no one with which to ... communicate his feelings.
He turns and moves to the desk and takes hold of the photo of himself with a woman.
McQUEEN: It's by design, Lieutenant, but not mine.
[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/02/oversight.html ]
http://www.tv.com/shows/saturday-night-live/pierce-brosnan-destinys-child-45605/
tv.com
Saturday Night Live Season 26 Episode 20
Destiny's Child
Aired Saturday 11:30 PM May 05, 2001 on NBC
AIRED: 5/5/01
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Clifton-Keith-Hillegass
Encyclopædia Britannica
Clifton Keith Hillegass
AMERICAN PUBLISHER
Clifton Keith Hillegass, (born April 18, 1918, Rising City, Neb.—died May 5, 2001, Lincoln, Neb.) American publisher who , created Cliffs Notes, a widely popular series of literary study guides. Hillegass worked as a manager at the Nebraska Book Co. before publishing the first Cliffs Notes, a summary of Hamlet, in 1958. He eventually published more than 220 titles and sold more than 50 million Cliffs Notes worldwide. In 1998 Hillegass sold the company for $14 million.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 2:55 AM Friday, July 22, 2011
The Ghost is out of the bag.
I wouldn't even make this kind of report normally and I have resisted for a few minutes the impulse to write about this but I just cannot shake the feeling that it is important to note. A short while after I made my last web log post, I had a brief moment of acid reflux from my lunch, which was some of those very cheap frozen chicken and beef pot pies you can get at the supermarket. I had the strongest sense that something dead was trying to get out of me. The experience was momentary and I quickly chewed a couple of peppermint flavored Tums that I have standing by at moments notice and the feeling has largely past. The reason I cannot shake the impulsive to write about such a detail is because I have the sense that is something to do with me being affected by whatever evil it is that permeates that region in Seattle Washington State. We all affected by it. I write this now because I thought about a few things, such as the girl on the agriculture ship that gets blown up by nuclear missiles from the "Cylons," and I only just now as I write this sentence associate in my mind a detail that I established hours ago in my next comprehensive report. I also think about "28 Weeks Later," and of how that message that is created itself by the people who are uncontrollably affected by the evil, represents the opposite of the truth. For me, it just means that I am completely cured of that effect of the evil presence that permeates Seattle Washington state and that I came here long ago to fight personally.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 22 July 2011 excerpt ends]
http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/79701/Clancy_-_Red_Storm_Rising.txt
Red Storm Rising (1986)
Tom Clancy
20 – The Dance of the Vampires
The Bear already had a clear picture of the American formations. The Russians could not determine ship type, but they could tell large from small, and identify the missile cruiser Ticonderoga by her distinctive radar emissions. The carriers would be close to her. The Bear relayed the information to her consorts. A minute later, the seventy Backfire bombers launched their hundred forty AS-6 Kingfish missiles and turned north at full military power. The Kingfish was nothing like the Kelt. Powered by a liquid-fuel rocket engine, it accelerated to nine hundred knots and began its descent, its radar-homing head tracking on a preprogrammed target area ten miles wide. Every ship in the center of the formation had several missiles assigned.
"Vampire, Vampire!" the CIC talker said aboard Ticonderoga. "We have numerous incoming missiles. Weapons free."
The group antiair warfare officer ordered the cruiser's Aegis weapons system into full automatic mode. Tico had been built with this exact situation in mind. Her powerful radar/computer system immediately identified the incoming missiles as hostile and assigned each a priority of destruction. The computer was completely on its own, free to fire on its electronic will at anything diagnosed as a threat. Numbers, symbols, and vectors paraded across the master tactical display. The fore and aft twin missile launchers trained out at the first targets and awaited the orders to fire. Aegis was state-of-the-art, the best SAM system yet devised, but it had one major weakness: Tico carried only ninety-six SM2 surface-to-air missiles; there were one hundred forty incoming Kingfish. The computer had not been programmed to think about that.
http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/79701/Clancy_-_Red_Storm_Rising.txt
Red Storm Rising (1986)
Tom Clancy
20 – The Dance of the Vampires
Red Storm Rising
USS NIMITZ
Toland had been a busy fellow for the past twelve hours. The data on Iceland came in slowly, one confusing piece at a time, and even now he didn't have enough to call a clear picture. The group's orders had been changed, though only after too many hours of indecision. The mission to reinforce Iceland was a washout. For the past ten hours the battle group had been heading due east toward friendly air cover from England and France. Someone had decided that if the Marines could not go to Iceland, then they might find useful employment in Germany. Bob had expected them to be diverted to Norway, where a Marine Amphibious Brigade was already in place, but getting them there could prove difficult. A furious air battle had been raging over northern Norway for almost twenty hours, with losses heavy on both sides. The Norwegians had started the war with scarcely a hundred modem fighters. They were screaming for help, but there was no help for anyone as yet.
"Red Storm Rising"
"They're not just chewing the Norwegians up," Toland observed. "They're driving them south. Most of the attacks are on the northern bases, and they're not giving them any breather at all."
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Fri, June 16, 2006 7:37:12 PM
Subject: Re: Journal June 16, 2006, Supplemental
Kerry Burgess wrote:
On the theme of something I wrote earlier today, I have been thinking for several days, maybe weeks or longer, about something I said to Lynn after I came back from Utah in 2002. I was joking about the lousy lake we had to swim in. I joked that I went down to the water and then asked myself: "who organized this race, Osama bin Laden?" I went on to describe to her some thoughts that I don't know why I was having about how terrorists would go after the most physically fit people in preparation for an invasion. Now that I think about, I now remember something I read about the Soviets planning something like that with pilots in a country, Norway I think, in preparation for a Warsaw Pact invasion of NATO. They kept track of all the pilots in their homes and then planned to murder them just before the invasion took place so they wouldn't be in the air to fight back.
Watching the news today, I'm thinking Reichert is hiding something.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 16 June 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/79701/Clancy_-_Red_Storm_Rising.txt
Red Storm Rising (1986)
Tom Clancy
20 – The Dance of the Vampires
Aboard Nimitz, Toland could feel the carrier heeling into a radical turn, her engines advanced to flank speed, driving the massive warship at over thirty-five knots. Her nuclear-powered escorts, Virginia and California, were also tracking the Kingfish, their own missiles trained out on their launchers.
"Red Storm Rising"
The Kingfish were at eight thousand feet, one hundred miles out, covering a mile every four seconds. Each had now selected a target, choosing the largest within their fields of view. Nimitz was the nearest large ship, with her missile-ship escorts to her north.
Tico launched her first quartet of missiles as the targets reached a range of ninety-nine miles. The rockets exploded into the air, leaving a trail of pale gray smoke. They had barely cleared the launch rails when the mounts went vertical and swiveled to receive their reloads. The load-and-fire time was under eight seconds. The cruiser would average one missile fired every two seconds. Just over three minutes later, her missile magazines were empty. The cruiser emerged from the base of an enormous gray arch of smoke. Her only remaining defenses were her gun systems.
The SAMs raced in at their targets with a closing speed of over two thousand miles per hour, directed in by the reflected waves of the ship's own fire-control radars. At a range of a hundred fifty yards from their targets, the warheads detonated. The Aegis system did quite well. Just over 60 percent of the targets were destroyed. There were now eighty-two incoming missiles targeted on a total of eight ships.
Other missile-equipped ships joined the fray. In several cases two or three missiles were sent for the same target, usually killing it. The number of incoming "vampires" dropped to seventy, then sixty, but the number was not dropping quickly enough. The identity of the targets was now known to everyone. Powerful active jamming equipment came on. Ships began a radical series of maneuvers like some stylized dance, with scant attention paid to station-keeping. Collision at sea was now the least of anyone's worries. When the Kingfish got to within twenty miles, every ship in the formation began to fire off chaff rockets, which filled the air with millions of aluminized Mylar fragments that fluttered on the air, creating dozens of new targets for the missiles to select from. Some of the Kingfish lost lock with their targets and started chasing Mylar ghosts. Two of them got lost, and selected new targets on the far side of the formation.
The radar picture on Nimitz suddenly was obscured. What had been discrete pips designating the positions of ships in the formation became shapeless clouds. Only the missiles stayed constant: inverted V-shapes, with line vectors to designate direction and speed. The last wave of SAMs killed three more. The vampire count was down to forty-one. Toland counted five heading for Nimitz Topside, the final defensive weapons were now tracking the targets. These were the CIWS, 20mm Gatling guns, radar-equipped to explode incoming missiles at a range of under two thousand yards. Designed to operate in a fully automatic mode, the two after gun mounts on the carrier angled up and began to track the first pair of incoming Kingfish. The portside mount fired first, the six-barrel cannon making a sound like that of an enormous zipper. Its radar system tracked the target, and tracked the outgoing slugs, adjusting fire to make the two meet.
http://fanficflightdeck.space-readyroom.de/GenStories/transcript_taa.html
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
[ Opening scenes ]
We hear McQueen's voice as we watch him working out. We see him climbing ladders, running through the ship and doing chin-ups on the flightdeck.
McQUEEN'S VOICE: I don't give a damn, for destiny. Anyone worth a Chig's ass will take responsibility for asking themselves, then answering, 'Who am I?' and 'What's the point?' My name is Colonel Tyrus Cassius McQueen but I know nothing of who I am.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Sunday, November 14, 2010 Posted by H.V.O.M at 4:25 PM
The advantage of being a cloned human being (is no advantage when you are a cloned human being who was murdered)
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 14 November 2010 excerpt ends]
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:12 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 18 October 2016
