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...four services-Army, Navy, Marine Corps and Air Force-are flying thin. Though there are pilots enough to fill every cockpit in Southeast Asia, the same cannot be said throughout the rest of the world. Marine Corps Commandant Wallace Greene last month told the Senate Preparedness Subcommittee that his service is now 851 aviators short and by 1968 will be 1,021 pilots in the hole; Chief of Naval Operations David McDonald admits to "urgent pilot needs"; Air Force Chief of Staff J. P. McConnell worries about the "down ward trend" in pilot retention. The Army, whose 3,800 helicopter...
...ordinary air traveler may get a glimpse of a control tower while taking off or landing: an area of greenish glass behind which moving figures are dimly visible. He may see radar antennas turning or catch a moment of radio chatter from the cockpit. He is comfortably aware that someone and something guides his plane, but he usually does not realize how vast and complicated that guidance process really is. To describe it in detail, TIME'S editors decided to use not only text but also ten pages of color photographs and maps, showing how a single flight...
...worse day. They flew through a driving rainstorm and gale winds; the ceiling was 600 feet. But 20 miles south of the Cape, they finally spotted Chichester, making about eight knots under a jib that looked the size of a bath towel. Huddled under the storm cover in the cockpit, Chichester waved. Fuenzalida made six passes at 60 feet. Luton was so excited that he recorded a complete commentary before he noticed that he had no tape in his recorder. In order to get pictures, Sayle and Beggin took turns switching seats with Fuenzalida. In the shuffle, Beggin kicked...
...just about the way it's happened." He earned a master's degree in aeronautical engineering from M.I.T. ('25), enlisted in the Army Reserve to learn to fly. He remembers "singing hallelujahs as I did my first aerobatics in 1923, all alone, without the damn instructor in the rear cockpit." He also recalls "something like psychic ecstasy during my first parachute jump. The ecstasy ended when I landed in weeds and gravel and the open chute pulled me through them...
...Doodlebug. That was the nadir of his career. With nowhere to look but up, McDonnell took aim on a $100,000 prize: the 1929 Guggenheim Safe Air-Craft Award, for which he and two associates built a plane they called "the Doodlebug." It was an open-cockpit monoplane that McDonnell hoped to peddle as "the aerial flivver of the future." It came close to consigning him to the past...