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FROM TURKEY WITH LOVE
Air Marshal Najeeb Akhtar
When I graduated from PAF College Risalpur, the number of
available T-33 aircraft in No 2 Sqn was not sufficient for our training
due to wartime deployment. Eighteen pilots were, therefore, deputed
to go to our brotherly country Turkey for training with the Turkish Air
Force. The Base there had a system of using the T-33 simulator before
actual flying. This helped the pilots to learn the basic procedures and
polish their handling of on-ground and in-flight emergencies.
Normally, all emergencies were handled by going through a
series of check-lists for re-checking the aircraft systems and getting
the aircraft back to normal operation. Even serious emergencies like
engine failure, fire warning or engine overheat merit a few steps to re-
check and re-evaluate the situation before deciding to take the extreme
measure of bailing out from the aircraft.
We were a few weeks into the schedule of simulator training when
we learnt that the Turkish Base Commander was coming to inspect our
progress. One of us got into the simulator and the flight was on its way.
In a moment, the Base Commander ordered the simulator instructor to
give the student “Engine Failure”. As the instruments began winding
down, the student pilot started to go through the checklist procedure.
“What are you doing?”, the Base Commander asked
“Sir, the checklist.”
“No, checklist. You just bail out”
“Sir ?”
“You just bail out, OK.”
“OK, Sir.”
Now the next student got into the simulator and he was given the
“engine overheat”. “Retard the throttle” the student began, see if the
overheat light goes out.”
“What are you doing?”, demanded the Base Commander.
“Sir, the checklist”
“No – you have a problem, you just bail out, OK
“Bail out, Sir.”
“Yes, bail out.”
“OK Yes, Sir.”
And the next student got into the simulator. Another emergency
given: another reading of the checklist and another intervention by the
Base Commander and ordering of the one simple step – “Bail out.”
Finally, the Base Commander decided to tackle the problem once
for all. He collected all eighteen of us and said,
“Look, I have 56, T-33 aircraft lined up on the tarmac. If you
bail out of two or three aircraft, the Americans will replace those
immediately – no problem. But, I have only eighteen of you
guys here and it’s my responsibility to return each of you safely
to Pakistan. Should something happen to anyone of you, what
answer I’II give to the brotherly Pakistan Air Force? So you have
an aircraft malfunction, don’t think again – hit the button and bail
out.”
Simulator flying became extremely easy thereafter.
Source~Air Pockets
 
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@Horus @The Eagle @PaklovesTurkiye @Sinan @WAJsal @Moonlight @F.O.X @Mugwop @Khafee

here isanother one
AN INTERNATIONAL AFFAIR
Wing Commander Zafar Iqbal
Pakistan Air Force has enjoyed excellent relations with many
other Air Forces and that includes the Turkish Air Force. The PAF and
the TuAF have routinely sent their instructors on exchange posting
and the No 2 Squadron at Masroor always had one odd Turkish
instructor. Sometimes in early 70s, a sister-in-law of a Turkish captain
came visiting from Turkey. A young Pilot Officer (later Gp Capt Abdul
Ghaffar Khan) was very impressed with her credentials and decided
to cement further the existing friendly relations between the two Air
Forces by asking for her hand in marriage. She informed the officer
to follow the proper channel of approach and that this would entail
a visit to her parents in Ankara. The Pilot Officer made some quick
calculations and found that his pay inclusive of all the allowances
would not get him even to Tehran – flying to Ankara, staying there for
a few days and then flying back was absolutely impossible. How about
an engagement ring – if her parents agreed – and what if two tickets
were needed on his return journey, hopefully. His young mind revved
and raved. Normal problems could be resolved normally, but extra
ordinary problems required extra ordinary solutions. After a week’s
meditations, the solution came to him – quite suddenly. It was fairly
simple in conception; never mind the slight hitch in execution. It was
a matter between two officers, really.
He picked up the phone and dialled.
The Commander-in-Chief’s PA tried hard to convince him that
normally the Pilot Officers did not bestow the honour of “verbal
communication” on their C-in-C. May be he should try his Officer
Commanding or the Base Commander if the matter was of great
importance, or perhaps the Air Secretary. The “Pilot Officer” wouldn’t
take that for an answer. The PA was told that it was a state matter


involving relations between two countries and that C-in-C better talk
to him personally. Incredibly, the C-in-C came on line.
“Yes”, the voice cut through the Pilot Officer as would a knife
through butter, but it was an international affair so he hung on.
“Sir, I’m pilot officer X”
“Yes.”
“Sir, I wish to speak to you on a matter of extreme importance”
“Yes.”
“Sir, you see this Turkish lady – Pakistan – Turkey.”
“Yes.”
Sir nobody can help me except you. My pay can’t get me even
across to Ankara, Sir, Sir.”
“Is the Air Force now going to turn into a damn marriage
bureau?”
“No Sir, Yes Sir, ---- No Sir ---- Sorry Sir ---- Turkey Sir --- No Sir
--- Pleaeaease – Sir.”
The phone had been long dead in his hand before the Pilot Officer
could breathe relatively normally.
His ears were red and colour a distinct pale yellow. He looked
around. Nobody had overheard his conversation. Quietly, he sneaked
back into the mess and tried to eat. Nothing …. Sleep would not come
to him. The consequences of his bold step seemed drastic. He felt eyes
watching him. Any moment he expected the Air Force police to pick
him up and put him in a cell. Nothing happened for two days. No food,
no sleep, no police. Then he was called to appear before the Base
Commander. His salute and attention position were flawless.
“You called the Commander-in-Chief.”
“Yes Sir. No Sir. Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir.”


“Why?”
“Sir Pakistan and Turkey. No sir. Turkey and Pakistan.”
“You have Passport.”
“I don’t drink port Sir.”
“Pa..a…ss..port”
“No Sir.”
“Commander-in-Chief has attached you with the Air Attaché’s
Office in Ankara for one month. Get your passport and sort out
your international affair.”
“Oh, oh. Who’ll go with me Sir.”
“You will go alone.”
He came back alone too.
 
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That is now we have extensive ground crew to prevent the need for Bail out and keep fighter Jets properly serviced
 
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@Horus @The Eagle @PaklovesTurkiye @Sinan @WAJsal @Moonlight @F.O.X @Mugwop @Khafee

here isanother one
AN INTERNATIONAL AFFAIR
Wing Commander Zafar Iqbal
Pakistan Air Force has enjoyed excellent relations with many
other Air Forces and that includes the Turkish Air Force. The PAF and
the TuAF have routinely sent their instructors on exchange posting
and the No 2 Squadron at Masroor always had one odd Turkish
instructor. Sometimes in early 70s, a sister-in-law of a Turkish captain
came visiting from Turkey. A young Pilot Officer (later Gp Capt Abdul
Ghaffar Khan) was very impressed with her credentials and decided
to cement further the existing friendly relations between the two Air
Forces by asking for her hand in marriage. She informed the officer
to follow the proper channel of approach and that this would entail
a visit to her parents in Ankara. The Pilot Officer made some quick
calculations and found that his pay inclusive of all the allowances
would not get him even to Tehran – flying to Ankara, staying there for
a few days and then flying back was absolutely impossible. How about
an engagement ring – if her parents agreed – and what if two tickets
were needed on his return journey, hopefully. His young mind revved
and raved. Normal problems could be resolved normally, but extra
ordinary problems required extra ordinary solutions. After a week’s
meditations, the solution came to him – quite suddenly. It was fairly
simple in conception; never mind the slight hitch in execution. It was
a matter between two officers, really.
He picked up the phone and dialled.
The Commander-in-Chief’s PA tried hard to convince him that
normally the Pilot Officers did not bestow the honour of “verbal
communication” on their C-in-C. May be he should try his Officer
Commanding or the Base Commander if the matter was of great
importance, or perhaps the Air Secretary. The “Pilot Officer” wouldn’t
take that for an answer. The PA was told that it was a state matter


involving relations between two countries and that C-in-C better talk
to him personally. Incredibly, the C-in-C came on line.
“Yes”, the voice cut through the Pilot Officer as would a knife
through butter, but it was an international affair so he hung on.
“Sir, I’m pilot officer X”
“Yes.”
“Sir, I wish to speak to you on a matter of extreme importance”
“Yes.”
“Sir, you see this Turkish lady – Pakistan – Turkey.”
“Yes.”
Sir nobody can help me except you. My pay can’t get me even
across to Ankara, Sir, Sir.”
“Is the Air Force now going to turn into a damn marriage
bureau?”
“No Sir, Yes Sir, ---- No Sir ---- Sorry Sir ---- Turkey Sir --- No Sir
--- Pleaeaease – Sir.”
The phone had been long dead in his hand before the Pilot Officer
could breathe relatively normally.
His ears were red and colour a distinct pale yellow. He looked
around. Nobody had overheard his conversation. Quietly, he sneaked
back into the mess and tried to eat. Nothing …. Sleep would not come
to him. The consequences of his bold step seemed drastic. He felt eyes
watching him. Any moment he expected the Air Force police to pick
him up and put him in a cell. Nothing happened for two days. No food,
no sleep, no police. Then he was called to appear before the Base
Commander. His salute and attention position were flawless.
“You called the Commander-in-Chief.”
“Yes Sir. No Sir. Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir.”


“Why?”
“Sir Pakistan and Turkey. No sir. Turkey and Pakistan.”
“You have Passport.”
“I don’t drink port Sir.”
“Pa..a…ss..port”
“No Sir.”
“Commander-in-Chief has attached you with the Air Attaché’s
Office in Ankara for one month. Get your passport and sort out
your international affair.”
“Oh, oh. Who’ll go with me Sir.”
“You will go alone.”
He came back alone too.

WTH hell man, i was expecting a good ending. :mad:
@Levina ,@Arsalan ,@anant_s ,@The Eagle ...
Same here!! :(
Zalim Samaj!!
 
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You lucky sod. I closest I got to Istanbul was yesterday - when I had a genuine Istanbul donner.
On my way to my hotel i literally stopped by a dönerci to grab a real turkish döner. Have i missed it! Damn!

Actually i think i will take some pictures of istanbul and the food i eat tomorrow and share it with you guys at pdf :smitten:
 
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On my way to my hotel i literally stopped by a dönerci to grab a real turkish döner. Have i missed it! Damn!

Actually i think i will take some pictures of istanbul and the food i eat tomorrow and share it with you guys at pdf :smitten:
Do so. Love to seem them. So how is my mean man Erdogan doing? His crew has been creating some waves. This guy is like latter day Sultan. Kicking a right fuss with the Dutch. Showing big finger to the Germans. And then his foreign minister alluding to a "jihad" in Europe. I tell you guy's. This Erdogan has giant sized pair. No doubt about that.
 
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What a corny thread. Hey @Zulkarneyn where are you man?
Welcome back Kap!
:woot:
You know what, since the day i read that thread about "Signing out" due to some "project" and with statements like "people as some of you might know I have been involved in a project that I wanted to do for a long time. It's not about making money but is a passion of mine" i have been thinking about what that project exactly is. Was not sure if it is ok for me to ask this from you directly or what!!

Do share some details, IF COMFORTABLE, on some relevant thread or on my wall or a PM may be. Will love to know more about it sir. :) :tup:
 
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