Tag Archives: Archers

Fireworks over Sirsa

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To say that I loved my tenure as Archer One would be an epitome of an understatement.   I loved the job, I loved the aircraft we flew, I loved the boys I commanded and I loved the fatherly indulgence I received from my AOC in C – Air Marshal Minoo Engineer.   His indulgence of me sometimes drove his staff to despair.  It goes without saying that my antics that he winked at did not make me popular with his staff.

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Sriman Pishtumlal

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This is very personal story.   The entire situation of this story was random, accidental, unpremeditated and unique.     It took place many years ago and it touched no one else but me. It did not leave any physical emotional financial or social imprint on me and yet I have never been able to forget this incident.   Let me now narrate it without further ado.

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H Singh Bends a Pitot Head

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The AOC in C had advised me to get the squadron fully operational as soon as possible after we reached Hindon.   That advice suited the temper of the Archers just fine. However, the desire to accelerate the pace of training was being thwarted quite seriously by lack of support from the Station administration.   One stumbling block for us was the non availability of Motor Transport Drivers (MTDs) in sufficient numbers.   Read the rest of this entry

Settling Down as Archer One.

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End of March is usually very hot in Delhi and Punjab.   The month of March 1968 was however a bit of an exception.   A passing Western Disturbance had cooled things down a bit.   Therefore, as I arrived at Chandigarh on 30th March 1968 to pick up command of 47 Squadron – The Black Archers – I found the weather to be almost pleasant.  Read the rest of this entry

Getting Supersonic

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At the tail-end of 1967 I was holding the post of Operations 1 at HQ Western Air Command and I had been off fighters for a long time.    For the year 1965, I was in the RAF Staff College at Andover in Hampshire, England.   When I came back, I had a short one year stint with the Bullets. The unit was engaged in a conversion training role.

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