After sufficient training Blue Shirts move to being tractor drivers and eventually, they move up to and become Yellow Shirts. You find Blue Shirts on the Hanger Deck as well (V3 division), assisting in the move and spotting of aircraft down there is even more perilous than up on the flight deck because of the closeness, the tight confined space. Blue Shirts are also tasked with the operation of the large aircraft Elevators which move aircraft from the flight deck down and into the hanger.
A pair of Blue's have pulled the chains off this Marine AH-1 Cobra, it is typical when launching any helo to show the crew that their chains have been removed. Thus the one holding them up, inventory. (USN Photo)
Blues tinkering with the Chains on this V-22. (USN Photo)
The Purple Shirts or 'Grapes' are also Aviation Boatswains Mates but of the 'F' variety for Fuels. These men and women haul large and heavy hoses to each aircraft and pump them full of gas. This is done almost as soon as the engines are shut down after a flight.
A 'Grape' in their natural pose,
bent with the weight of the fuel hose. (USN Photo)
The fuel hoses are rolled up on large reels that are stationed every 100 feet around the edge of the flight deck. From each of these stations the Grapes control pumps down inside the ship that will pressurize each fuel hose forcing the JP5 fuel into the aircraft. Usually each aircraft is topped off with gas and in only a few instances are the Grapes called upon to 'de-fuel' an aircraft, bringing it down to a specific fuel load.
This is a long run out of hose here. (USN Photo)
The Blue and the Purple, vital personnel in the mix, the salad of the flight deck.
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Reading your flight deck entries caused some long-unused synapses to fire off... specifically about some Navy aircraft carrier guys who were "in port" at Yokokuska back in the day when I was stationed in Tokyo. A whole gaggle of them came to a party thrown by one of TSMP's college buds (one of the Squids was a high-school bud of TSMP's class-mate). It was a BIG party... a couple of hundred attendees, with lots of girls. The interesting thing? These guys couldn't stop talking about WORK and wound up spending the evening getting famously drunk and talking among themselves, when there were all these cuties hanging out... just ripe for the picking. Towards the end of the evening TSMP remarked to me about just how "different" they were compared to the Zoomies she knew and loved... well, ONE particular Zoomie, anyway. :D
Sorry about the digression. "Stuff happens."
Buck, I think it is the adrenaline that you have in you when you work up there or even fly off there. You have to be so keyed up all the time or die, that its hard to get it out of your system. At least for me and the crowd I hung around with. Good hard work.
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Your talk of colored shirts on deck reminds me of the flags we saw on the Lexington. My daughter was fascinated. When we go camping every fall, my daughter and her friends make a sign for their tent. The first sign years ago said, "No Boys Allowed." After the tour of the Lexington, Jesse made a sign/flag from what she had learned that said something about "needing a pilot."
I figured if Buck could tell a tale, so could I :)
Lou, Us sailors called them "Sea Stories", the Marines call them "War Stories", the Army calls them "Land Fables" and the Air Force calls them "Fairy Tails"!!
I guess we have to come up with something for what the Civilians can call them! No matter you can post them here, all are welcome.
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