Thursday, February 7, 2013

Colonel Lilly's Snakeyes


Colonel Jim Lilly was our sister squadron’s commander at Korat Air Base. A thin, easy-going and religious gentleman from the South with nearly 300 combat missions under his belt, Col. Lilly seemed a bit out of place among the hell-raisers and snake eaters of the 354th Tactical Fighter Wing. Not that all the wing’s pilots were of that sort. But, from remarks I overheard at the club, some of the guys didn’t respect him. I was not among them.

I knew Col. Lilly only by sight and name until he came up to me one evening at dinner in the club. He said, “Didn’t I see you at chapel service Sunday?” I told him he probably did, as I was there. He invited me to go along with him and a few of his pilots to their weekly dinner visit at an American missionary’s house in nearby Nakhon Ratchasima, which we simply referred to as “Korat City.”

When we arrived the house was crowded with USAF airmen of all sorts: technicians, fuelers, cooks—you name it. And a handful of pilots. We all chipped in to help pay for the groceries and enjoyed home cooking for the first time in months. The missionary's wife struck up a hymn on her piano and we sang loud. I’m sure the others felt what I was feeling. We were closer to home than 10,000 miles should allow. Then Col. Lilly got up.

He said he wanted to tell us a story from years earlier (it was a very long war) when he was a captain flying ground support missions in South Vietnam. We hushed and focused in on him as he related a mission that changed his life.


He was a part of a 2-ship coming back to base from a troop support mission. The other guy had spent all his bombs, but Lilly had two left. They were 500 pound Mark-82 general purpose bombs with retarded fins—“snakeyes,” we called them, because from the enemy’s point of view, a retarded bomb coming at him looked like a snake’s eye. The flat fins acted like a parachute, slowing the bomb's descent. This allowed the fighter to get in closer to the target for better accuracy and get out of the frag pattern before it hit.

The flight was diverted on its way home to a firefight in progress between friendly South Viet Nam troops and some Viet Cong. Upon arriving overhead, they were told the VC were holed up in a Christian church that had recently been built near the village. The friendlies were pinned down by fire from within the church and around it. Lilly’s two snakeyes were the perfect weapons to settle the fight in the good guys' favor.

The other plane being “winchester” (out of ordinance) held high while Lilly circled. He was a new Christian and he was being told to destroy a church. His insides churned with anxiety. He circled for a long time trying to decide what to do, drawing demands from the ground that he attack. Lilly said he prayed hard, but there didn’t seem to be an answer coming. (Fighter pilot prays in cockpit: Try to wrap your head around that word picture.)

He swallowed hard and made his decision. He selected “BOMBS MULTIPLE” and moved the arm switch to ARM. The green lights came on. Abraham was raising his dagger over his son.

He rolled in and placed the center dot of his reticle (called the "pipper") just short of the church, stabilized his dive and waited for the pipper to track across its target, almost hoping he would miss. As the pipper moved across the church, he pressed his bomb release button, felt the “thump” of the two bombs releasing, and pulled his Super Sabre hard back toward the sky. As he soared back up he banked the jet and looked back over his shoulder to see where they hit. Nothing happened.

He rejoined the other plane. When the BDA (bomb damage assessment) transmission came up from the friendlies, he couldn’t believe his ears. Both bombs were duds. He dove back down and crossed the church to have a look. There were two holes in the roof. The bad guys were quite uncomfortable with the two unexploded 500 pounders resting in their midst and were running away.

Standing there in that living room Col. Lilly looked around at dozens of astonished faces. “What,” he asked us, “are the chances of not one, but two duds on the same drop?” Some of the guys were ordinance men who work with bombs. They were astonished. All our heads shook.

We all came away astounded by the story. Maybe it was a colossal coincidence; maybe it was a miracle; maybe Col. Lilly was lying; maybe God really does take sides. I wrestled with those “maybes” for a long time and finally dismissed them all. Yet I was never able to put together a checklist for doing the right thing. I finally decided, as Col. Lilly had done, that you just trust God and do your best. If you think He’s a myth, then I guess you trust yourself and do your best.

Lt. Col. Lilly was promoted to full colonel a few weeks later and rotated back to the States. I never saw him again. But I’ll never forget the story that night of his two dud bombs and how it changed a bunch of GI's ideas on faith and duty.





8 comments:

Dave W said...

Mr Cockrell, Alan, I guess you won't see it this way but your not flying has given us a few great stories of your service experiences and I have enjoyed them immensely (I only hope you have not sourced them from your book as, based on my enjoyment of your blog, I have purchased to take on holiday with me at the end of the month!)

I do hope you get airborne soon as I am a big fan of your 767 tales - I shall be flying on board a 767-300ER EGKK-VRMM to the Maldives and am looking forward to the flight as much as the vaca.....

Perhaps you can answer me a question, as a pilot what gift would you and your crew like to receive from the pax as a gesture - a box of candy perhaps or something else?

All the best

Dave W

Alan Cockrell said...

Dave W:
"Tail of the Storm" is still virgin reading for you. Hope you enjoy both it and your trip. A gift? A box of candies is perfect.

S. J. Crown said...

"Coincidences are God's way of getting our attention." Frederick Buechner

Alan, thanks for this inspiring post.

Mike C said...

Alan, I think I may have won a prize. After reading so many posts and also Tail of the Storm, I found my first typo (not that I intentionally look for typos). Didn't you mean "ordnance" vice "ordinance". This post, like all others you have put up, was outstanding. It has amazed me through the years how God can get our attention at the most improbable of times. Hope you are back in the air soon.

Alan Cockrell said...

Via e-mail:
I just wanted to drop you a quick note to let you know how much I enjoy your blog. I found your site through “a view from the tower” and have been reading through some of your older posts. My father was a pilot for UAL and retired back in 1983 after flying for 38 years. He passed away last year to complications from “age”….. Reading your blog is kind of like eating “comfort food”. So thanks for sharing!

FYI, my dad flew in the Army Air Corps. 15th AF 455th BG Heavy 743rd. He completed 35 missions, returned to the US and was hired by UAL and began flying in Dec of 45. He was first based in SLC flying DC-3’s, then moved to LAX, SEA (20years) flying DC-4,6,7 and then 727’s. He retired flying out of SFO on the DC-10.

Keep up the good work on the blog. It will be priceless to your family in the years to come. (make sure you get a hard copy!!)

http://splat-shot.blogspot.com/2012/05/memorial-day-salute-to-my-dad.html

Craig said...

Another great post CA Cockrell! Glad you're a man of faith, and I like the quip about doing your best, going to borrow that one. For some reason CA Dave at FL390.blogspot has terminated his blog. You and he are the best line writers blogging imho, thank you for writing!

whick said...

I agree with S J Crown!...Whick

Sheila Lemley Terrell said...

Wow, what a story. Thank you for sharing. This is a perfect example of what happens when you "Let Go and Let God Take Care of Whatever Is in Your Life." (By the way, the stuff that proves I am not a robot in order to post proves that I am blind and deaf!! bummer!)