Word: oxygenator
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...morning last week, drank a cup of black coffee, then went on to work at the Lockheed Aircraft Corp. plant in Palmdale, Calif. There, at Air Force Plant 42, ruddy, husky (5 ft. 8 in.. 170 Ibs.) Pilot Johnson squirmed into a pressure suit, picked up his helmet, oxygen mask and parachute, walked out to a dainty, needle-nosed F-104A Starfighter, a silvery sliver of jet aircraft with short (7½ ft.), knife-edged wings. Johnson checked the plane carefully: 5,000 Ibs. of fuel, no armament, a special package of instruments whose faces stared...
...with flame, scattering red-hot pieces of steel across the wing and fuselage. The navigator had bailed out of the nose compartment; so had the pilot. Copilot Obenauf, squeezing along the catwalk toward the nose, was ready to jump too. He looked down and froze: there, lying unconscious, his oxygen equipment disconnected, his chute pack gone, was the navigator-instructor, Major Joseph B. Maxwell...
...wind roared through the open trap door, "Obie" Obenauf hurriedly searched for Maxwell's parachute. His body was weakened from lack of oxygen. He could not find the chute. He looked down at Maxwell again, felt an awful, strong urge to leave him. "Gee, I got my own battle to fight." Then Obie, just turned 23, five years out of high school, father of a ten-month old boy, father-to-be of a second child, turned around and crawled back into his rear cockpit and took control of the airplane on the chance that he might be able...
...Needle. He hooked his mask into the life-saving oxygen system, dove the bomber toward a lower altitude so Maxwell would not die of anoxia. The Plexiglas canopy had been jettisoned in the first attempt at bailout, so, as the plane knifed ahead at 400 knots, Obie's face was seared by the sharp, -30° wind, by whipped dust, bits of wire and insulation. His eyelids rolled back in the fierce air torrent. He dropped his amber-tinted visor over his tearing eyes-but he could not read his instruments again without lifting it. His gloved hands froze...
...group of eight-year-old junior Rangers. His methods were unorthodox. The first course was artificial respiration-"what to do in case of drowning or being electrocuted." Slezak had the answer to that. "You call the fire department, naturally. There's an emergency truck they got, with oxygen inside-a pulmotor-everything you need. What's next?" The young called him Uncle Chuck, and he was happy. But soon he was in his usual jam -the boys found the camping ground cold and hard, and so did he; he bundled them all off to a motel, and everybody...