Word: radars
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Then, 143 miles high and 541.9 miles downrange over the Atlantic, the Agena suddenly went silent. At the Houston control center, flight directors hunted desperately for their missing spacecraft, still hoping that there might be something in orbit for a Gemini rendezvous. But after a futile radar hunt, a technician at the Carnavon tracking station in Australia announced the end by moaning...
Along with the fighter-bombers goes a covey of other craft: jammers to knock out the enemy's radar, flying command and communications posts, planes whose radar sweeps the sky for signs of attacking Communist aircraft. RF-101 photo-reconnaissance planes dive into the smoke to film the raid's damage for analysis back home, using strobelike parachute flares at night. Backing the raids also are the planes and helicopters of the Air Rescue Service, ready to pluck a downed airman out of the enemy heartland...
...solid bar of fire," explains a U.S. officer, "and the noise is a terrible roar." The Lightning Bug is a UH-1B helicopter fitted with seven brilliant landing lights. It goes sampan hunting at night along Viet Cong rivers or canals. Antipeople peepers include Tipsy 33, a ground-surveillance radar first used by the marines along their Danang perimeter. By the end of this year, a steel-mesh net platform that can be laid by helicopters across jungle treetops will be in use by choppers as a do-it-yourself landing pad; the disgorged troops shinny down through the branches...
...smelling of the sea. There it would stay all winter, threadbare on the gray earth, an icy, sharp dust; not thawing and freezing, but static like a year without seasons. The changing mist, like the smoke of war, would hang over it swallow up now a hanger, now the radar hut, now the machines; release them place by place, drained of color, black carrion on a white desert...
...something happened on the way to Phase 3. The skies indeed opened up - and rained napalm, machine-gun bullets and Bull-Pup missiles from U.S. fighter-bombers, which by last week were flying over 400 lethal sorties a day. No weather could hide the Viet Cong from the radar eyes of the Guam-based B-52s and their pulverizing 750-and 1,000-lb. bombs. And by the tens of thousands each week, U.S. fighting men swarmed into Viet Nam (total at the end of last week: 128,000), first to relieve the pressure on Vietnamese troops, then...