The Last Flight of XM594 - A P&S Spin-off.

I'm planning about 1 update a week, so IV should be ready by next Saturday/Sunday.

And thanks to everybody reading. It's a pleasure to be able to contribute to Jack's universe.
 
IV

10th February, 1984.


From: HQ RAF Strike Command
To: H.Q No.1 Group
CC: H.Q No.11 Group; H.Q Support Command

‘EXECUTE OPERATION OPAL IMMEDIATELY…REPEAT EXECUTE OPERATION OPAL IMMEDIATELY.
‘ALL AVAILABLE VULCAN AIRCRAFT TO BE BROUGHT TO 15 MINUTES READINESS ONCE OPERATION OPAL IS COMPLETE. RESERVE AIRCRAFT TO BE ARMED AND ALL PLANNED MAINTENANCE IS TO BE SUSPENDED EXCEPT THAT REQUIRED TO KEEP AIRCRAFT AIRWORTHY. ALL VULCAN AIRCRAFT TO BE GROUNDED ONCE OPAL IS COMPLETE EXCEPT FOR ESSENTIAL AIR TESTS AND ALL AIR AND GROUND CREW ARE TO BE CONFINED TO STATION.’
 
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Macragge1

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IV

10th February, 1984.


From: HQ RAF Strike Command
To: H.Q No.1 Group
CC: H.Q No.11 Group.

‘EXECUTE OPERATION OPAL IMMEDIATELY…REPEAT EXECUTE OPERATION OPAL IMMEDIATELY.
‘ALL AVAILABLE VULCAN AIRCRAFT TO BE BROUGHT TO 15 MINUTES READINESS ONCE OPERATION OPAL IS COMPLETE. RESERVE AIRCRAFT TO BE ARMED AND ALL PLANNED MAINTENANCE IS TO BE SUSPENDED EXCEPT THAT REQUIRED TO KEEP AIRCRAFT AIRWORTHY. ALL VULCAN AIRCRAFT TO BE GROUNDED ONCE OPAL IS COMPLETE EXCEPT FOR ESSENTIAL AIR TESTS AND ALL AIR AND GROUND CREW ARE TO BE CONFINED TO STATION.’

I can't help but think that something very nasty is about to happen ;)
 
OPAL is the order to send the Vulcans to the dispersal airfields. From now on at least 90% of all aircraft in the fleet will be on 15 minute QRA.
Strike Command needed to copy the signal to 11 Group as it involves some of their airfields; which reminds me needed to add that the signal was copied to RAF Support Command. Btw that command will now be operating from its wartime H.Q of RAF Holmpton in Yorkshire.
No.38 Group is not mentioned as at the time of the story it did not exist and No.1 Group commanded the transport assets it would later have.

I think you know better than me what is about to happen. :D
 
19th February, 1984. RAF Elvington, Yorkshire.

Vulcan bomber QRA state: 5 minutes.

“Sir, what I don’t understand is why we are doing nothing while our colleagues in the fast jet force, not to mention the guys in the army, are fighting for their lives. During the Falklands War we spent a great deal of time an effort upgrading our conventional capabilities which would be very useful for what is going on now.”
“I understand where you are coming from, Mike, but we are part of SACEUR’s nuclear reserve. We both know how things are going in Germany and I think that our role is more important than ever.” The Commanding Officer of 44 Squadron replied over the phone. “The Vulcan force has to remain at full strength to allow the Tornado force to be used to its maximum capacity.”

Squadron Leader Winters could understand the Wing Commander’s point. Without the Vulcans standing on their doomsday watch some of the RAF’s fleet of Tornado GR.1s would have to be held back for the role, which would have had noticeable effects on the air battle raging over Europe.
Winters hung up the phone and returned to the temporary crew-room. Outside within a minute’s sprint were four fully armed Vulcan B.2s, including XM594, dwarfed by the huge concrete apron that had originally been built for SAC B-47s.

“What did the Boss say?” Flight Lieutenant Tootal asked.
“We remain on nuclear alert for the foreseeable future.” Winters said resignedly.

Tootal swore.

“We could be dropping Paveways on railways bridges in East Germany, or Poland right now. The Tonka force can’t manage that!” He said forcefully.
“I know, Ted, but ‘our is not to reason why’…”
“Ours but to do and die.” Tootal completed the sentence.
“It won’t come to that, Ted, nobody on either side is crazy enough to start setting off nukes. You know the saying about what happens when one flies?”

The co-pilot nodded.

“They all fly.” He said.

21st February, 1984.

‘From: RAF Strike Command
To: All groups and H.Q RAF Support Command.

‘Nudet in West Germany near Kassel confirmed. Reports from SHAPE fragmentary at the moment but it appears that at least two tactical weapons were dropped on advancing Soviet forces by USAF FB-111A bombers at instigation of local US Army commander.
‘Nuclear release was UNAUTHORISED repeat UNAUTHRORISED. US President is currently on the Hotline to General Secretary of the USSR. Important that all RAF nuclear capable forces remain at existing alert level and take no action that would suggest plans that they are about to use nuclear weapons.’

‘FLASH…FLASH…FLASH.

‘A Soviet tactical nuclear weapon has initiated over the Kassel Pocket. Casualties amongst NATO ground forces are reported to be near total. All RAF nuclear armed forces to go to immediate cockpit alert.’


RAF Elvington, Yorkshire.

Vulcan bomber QRA state: 2 minutes.

Squadron Leader Winters settled into the Martin Baker ejection seat. At least with the move to cockpit alert there would be no need for the mad dash across the concrete apron to the aircraft when the order to scramble came and Winters was now convinced that the order was now inevitable.

He put thoughts about his family to the back of his mind and thought only of how he, his crew and XM594 would fight their way through to their two targets in the Western USSR.

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Hello XM 594, from a fellow bomb crew

I guess we go down the primrose path to nuclear hellfire together.

(The following is a Land of Flatwater special welcome crossover to the members of "XM 594" RAF Scampton, United Kingdom, from the crew of B-52G "Razorback 1-1" 97th Bombardment Wing. Blytheville Air Force Base, Arkansas)

Keflavik Air Base Iceland -- Tuesday February 21, 1984 1250 ZULU

Major Ralph Rochelle, United States Air Force. Morrallton, Arkansas.
He's sitting in the cockpit of his Stratofortress, "Razorback 1-1".

Nearly one hour ago, a report of a nuclear detonation in West Germany had the entire base hopping. A massive flightline of B-52Gs prepared to take the air.

"I don't understand it sir," his co-pilot said. "What the hell were they thinking? My understanding is you can't just use the things without authorization?"

Major Rochelle looked at the younger man. "You're asking me? How the hell should I know? All I know is somebody really messed this up. Who knows. I hear that the reporting a massive explosion before that one. It looked nuclear enough to them...Just that they didn't detect anybody glowing."

"Major," the Eletronic warfare officer said. "Did I hear that right? They saw a flash...but no rads?"

"They hit one of our largest ammo dumps," Ralph said. "Bound to be enough phosphorus and all that stuff that could make an explosion look like an atom bomb, even if it ain't. I saw enough of that in Vietnam."

"You flew one of these in 'Nam sir?" The co-pilot asked.

"No," Ralph answered. "I was in F-4 Phantoms then. Got sent to Vietnam in '69. Flew escort on some of those bombing missions Tricky Dick put together. After getting shot down and having to fight through damn North Vietnam to avoid getting caught, I decided that was enough for me. I either wanted a switch or I wanted out. So they let me go to school, become a commissioned officer and learn to fly these big things."

"You switched out of fighters for this sir?" the Navigator asked.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time," Ralph shrugged. "All things being equal...It doesn't make a helluva a lot of difference now. We've already done what, three strike missions into East Germany? I just hope my peoples are okay back home."

"You're from Arkansas, right," the co-pilot said.

"Woo, Pig Sooie all the way," Ralph smiled. "Most of them are there. I got some family in St. Louis...and one of my baby brothers is still living near my folks up in Omaha, where we moved when I was little. He's the smart one of the bunch. He has his family away from that hot zone. They are going to hit the hell out of Omaha, just like they'll hit Blytheville and Little Rock."

"Attention all wings," the radio squawked, "We are standing down from full alert at this time. Standing down from full alert. All crews remain with the birds until further notice."

Welcome to the party, JN1! :)
 
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First of all thanks, guys, much appreciated. Chip, love the segment.

Part VI is posted below and now we've all crossed the Rubicon to full thermonuclear warfare...
 
VI

So long, Mom,

I'm off to drop the bomb,
So don't wait up for me.
But though I may roam,
I'll come back to my home,
Although it may be
A pile of debris.

- So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III)Tom Lehrer.

RAF Elvington, Yorkshire.

Vulcan bomber QRA state: 2 minutes.

Winters’ thoughts drifted off to his targets; like all of Britain’s strategic nuclear forces his Vulcan had two sets of targets assigned to it – one set were the British National Nuclear Targets, those to be hit in the unlikely event that the United Kingdom found itself fighting against the USSR along, the other set were drawn from the joint US-UK Single Integrated Operational Plan. It was not all that well known but the UK had been a part of the SIOP for many years, Bomber Command’s V-Bombers having been an important part of the plan.

It had long been realised by American and British planners that the V-bombers would arrive over targets in the USSR well before any of SAC’s CONUS based bombers, so it made sense to assign them targets that would assist the USAF aircraft reach their targets, such as airfields, SAM batteries and radars. Even after the widespread introduction of ballistic missile Vulcans and Victors would reach the Soviet Union before the majority of the US nuclear arsenal.

XM594’s first target reflected this – she was to drop her first WE.177B on the Soviet Long Range Aviation base at Tartu in Estonia. It was already targeted by a SAC Minuteman III missile sitting in a silo in Nebraska that formed part of Francis E. Warren Air Force Base, but the planners believed that there was always a chance that the missile might be destroyed on the ground, fail in flight, that the guidance system might malfunction, sending the warheads off course, or that the W78 warheads themselves might fail to initiate. There was also the chance that if only one warhead initiated close to the target it might need an extra weapon to completely destroy it.

The second target was a major railway junction and marshalling yards in Byelorussia. Recent American satellite photographs had shown that motor rifle and tank troops from a whole Soviet army were moving through the junction in hundreds of troop trains and the siding of the marshalling yards were packed to capacity with freight trains loaded with tanks, BMPs, other armoured vehicles and all the panoply of equipment and supplies that went with a corps sized fighting formation.

One bomb in the right place could destroy the whole lot – and the town that had grown up around it.

1756 hours GMT, 21st February 1984.

“This is the Bomber Controller…
“SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE!
“Repeat this is the Bomber Controller….
“SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE!”

Sixteen Olympus turbojets started almost simultaneously and being first in line XM594 was the first to begin to move towards the runway, the next Vulcan in line XH588, following closely, in fact far closer that would be allowed by peacetime safety rules.

Winters looked over his left shoulder just as his aircraft crossed onto the runway. The ground crew were lined up to attention, saluting the four bombers.

"Good luck, Sir. Give ‘em one for us.” Was the last radio message from the tower to the flight of Vulcans.

Having practised for this moment for three decades the flight of Vulcan B.2s was safely airborne and climbing to operational altitude within three minutes of the order to scramble. That was two and a half minutes before the first Soviet warhead initiated over British soil.

***


XM594 scrambling from RAF Elvington.


XM594scrambledfromScampton.jpg

 
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Macragge1

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Gosh; the image of the ground crews lining up and saluting is rather emotional - especially given that chances are they'll be dust in the next ten minutes. The fact that their one duty is now complete for the last time is pretty moving, too.

Nice to see XH558 getting involved - I was lucky enough to see her flying during the summer and it must be said that those aircraft make one hell of an impact when they're flying right over you.

Great work, Jan.
 
I've always figured that the ground crews of the V-bomber fleet had long reconciled that if Der Tag came they would die. They wouldn't run, or panic, but, I think, accept their fate and wish the crews luck.
I'm going to touch a bit more on the fate of the ground crews in the next chapter.

RAF Elvington may get lucky, who knows.

I couldn't leave XH558 out completely. Saw her at Leuchars this year, what a sight! :D
 
I've always figured that the ground crews of the V-bomber fleet had long reconciled that if Der Tag came they would die. They wouldn't run, or panic, but, I think, accept their fate and wish the crews luck.
I'm going to touch a bit more on the fate of the ground crews in the next chapter.

RAF Elvington may get lucky, who knows.

I couldn't leave XH558 out completely. Saw her at Leuchars this year, what a sight! :D

Personally, I've always figured that the vast majority of ground crews and base personnel involved with these kinds of things, be they American, Soviet, French, Chinese, Indian, Pakistani, Israeli or, yes, even the British with their stiff upper lips:D, would be more like these guys when the missiles and birds were in the air:

So what are we still standing around here for?!

It would very likely be futile, but fear of death and the sense of self-preservation are powerful things, and even military men aren't immune to them.

Still, very well written.
 
Thanks, but saying 'England Expects' to a Scotsman is dangerous. :D
Well got VII finished a lot quicker than I expected so here it is...

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VII

“...if there is one thing that is as near as dammit certain it is that after a nuclear war we will never pass this way again…” – Air Vice Marshal Sir Leslie Mavor, Principal of the Home Defence College at Easingwold.

1753 hours GMT. RAF Scampton.
Sergeant Archibald watched the last of the Vulcans left at RAF Scampton scream down the runway and leap into the air. He sat down on the grass by the dispersal and lay down on his back, his hands behind his head.


“What you doing, Sergeant?” One of the other armourers asked, slightly puzzled.
“I’m going to relax and get a nice thermonuclear tan.” Archibald replied with a wry grin. “I invite you all to join me.”


Before anyone could reply there was a single shot followed by a short burst of SMG fire.

“WE’RE ALL GOING TO FUCKIN DIE! DON’T YOU SEE WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE! IT’S ALL OVER!”

One of the RAF Police guards had gone quietly mad during the scramble and had now decided to shoot his ‘oppo’ and his police dog. He swung the Sterling towards the ground crew.

“MIGHT AS WELL SHOOT YOU LOT TOO…”

‘CRACK!’

A single rifle shot echoed out across the dispersal. The RAF Regiment gunner who had taken the shot laid his SLR down and took off his helmet and load bearing equipment, and sat down, his face turned upwards.

“Would have been nice to have seen the wee lad one more time…” Archibald mused, apparently unaffected by the violent deaths nearby.

They were the last words he ever spoke.

*

The Senior Air Traffic Controller watched from the control tower ‘glasshouse’ as the last Vulcan B.2 disappeared into the sky. His job was now done.

“Okay, folks, that’s it. If you want to head off home, I won’t stop you.”

One by one the men and women who worked on local control filed past him, shaking his hand. One young lady, the last to leave paused, looking the Squadron Leader in the eyes.

“If you’re staying, I’d like to stay too, Sir.” She said.
“Look, Corporal.” He said, his voice halting. “We’ve got maybe a minute or two at most…”
“Then let’s not waste it…and it’s Beth.” She said putting a finger to his mouth.


There had always been something between them, but as he was an officer, and she an NCO, it had always been left unsaid. But now they embraced and kissed passionately.
Two minutes later the earth literally moved for the two lovers.


*

The first 150kt warhead from the Soviet RSD-10 Pioneer IRBM, better known to NATO as the SS-20 ‘Saber’ overshot the airfield slightly and initiated a mile above Gainsborough, obliterating the town of 20,110 people in an eyeblink. Barely had this warhead initiated when a second one initiated over the village of Scampton itself, both warheads being close enough to wipe RAF Scampton from the map and erase it from history.
The third warhead overshot its target by quite a distance and initiated right above the spire of Lincoln Cathedral.


*

This is the Wartime Broadcasting Service. This country has been attacked with nuclear weapons. Communications have been severely disrupted, and the number of casualties and the extent of the damage are not yet known. We shall bring you further information as soon as possible. Meanwhile, stay tuned to this wavelength, stay calm and stay in your own homes.

Remember there is nothing to be gained by trying to get away. By leaving your homes you could be exposing yourselves to greater danger. If you leave, you may find yourself without food, without water, without accommodation and without protection. Radioactive fall-out, which follows a nuclear explosion, is many times more dangerous if you are directly exposed to it in the open. Roofs and walls offer substantial protection. The safest place is indoors.

Make sure gas and other fuel supplies are turned off and that all fires are extinguished. If mains water is available, this can be used for fire-fighting. You should also refill all your containers for drinking water after the fires have been put out, because the mains water supply may not be available for very long.

Water must not be used for flushing lavatories: until you are told that lavatories may be used again, other toilet arrangements must be made. Use your water only for essential drinking and cooking purposes. Water means life. Don't waste it.
Make your food stocks last: ration your supply, because it may have to last for fourteen days or more. If you have fresh food in the house, use this first to avoid wasting it: food in tins will keep.


If you live in an area where a fall-out warning has been given, stay in your fall-out room until you are told it is safe to come out. When the immediate danger has passed the sirens will sound a steady note. The "all clear" message will also be given on this wavelength. If you leave the fall-out room to go to the lavatory or replenish food or water supplies, do not remain outside the room for a minute longer than is necessary.

Do not, in any circumstances, go outside the house. Radioactive fall-out can kill. You cannot see it or feel it, but it is there. If you go outside, you will bring danger to your family and you may die. Stay in your fall-out room until you are told it is safe to come out or you hear the "all clear" on the sirens.

Here are the main points again:

Stay in your own homes, and if you live in an area where a fall-out warning has been given stay in your fall-out room, until you are told it is safe to come out. The message that the immediate danger has passed will be given by the sirens and repeated on this wavelength. Make sure that the gas and all fuel supplies are turned off and that all fires are extinguished.

Water must be rationed, and used only for essential drinking and cooking purposes. It must not be used for flushing lavatories. Ration your food supply: it may have to last for fourteen days or more.

We shall repeat this broadcast in two hours' time. Stay tuned to this wavelength, but switch your radios off now to save your batteries until we come on the air again. That is the end of this broadcast.

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Personally, I've always figured that the vast majority of ground crews and base personnel involved with these kinds of things, be they American, Soviet, French, Chinese, Indian, Pakistani, Israeli or, yes, even the British with their stiff upper lips:D, would be more like these guys when the missiles and birds were in the air:

So what are we still standing around here for?!

Difference between that and here is that British, and indeed USAF ground crews in the UK, would know fine well that they have at best five to nine minutes. If you work with nuclear weapons you know fine well just what they can do. You can't get far enough in nine minutes to escape the blast, so why bother? At best you can go to your married quarters.
The SAC crews in CONUS could have as long as 30 minutes, that is long enough to escape, or at least try and they know that.

It would very likely be futile, but fear of death and the sense of self-preservation are powerful things, and even military men aren't immune to them.

Still, very well written.

That's all very true. There would always be some people who might panic, but as I said above in the UK the majority are going to know that their time will be up very soon. Why run? You'll only die tired, to coin a phrase.

Thanks, much appreciated.
 

Macragge1

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Gosh.


I do really feel spoilt with two updates in one night, especially when they're both of this quality. I mean, you must have covered, what, about three minutes in the last chapter, and you still manage to run the whole gamut of human emotions - there's panic, there's resignation and there's even a little short-lived romance. I was especially hit by Archibald's last words -

“Would have been nice to have seen the wee lad one more time…” Archibald mused, apparently unaffected by the violent deaths nearby.

They were the last words he ever spoke.

There's something harrowing about the understatement here, this absolute yearning that's just expressed quietly - the poor guy know's he's a ghost.

Thinking about it, this bit reminds me a lot of On the Beach, condensed into a few moments on a few square metres. Quite heartwrenching, really.

Great, great update Jan - one of the best the Protect and Survive universe has seen. Keep it up.
 
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