On the 20th
of November 2009 ten members of Pathfinder Parachute Group Europe
arrived at the Escola de Tropas Pa'raquedistas Tancos, Portugal, a
90 minute drive North of Lisbon. We had been met by Paulo of
Pathfinder Portugal who showed us to our quarters after which
we had supper and a welcome drink, followed by bed.
Wednesday we rose
early and after breakfast we were driven to the HQ of the Portuguese
Quick Reaction Force.15 minutes way and where the airfield is located.
Our visit coincided with the annual Airborne Challenge which we were
not taking part in although we were allowed to attend the briefings
and to see the competitors being put through their paces.
The
different equipment was explained to us and we were shown the
MC-IC's or the French non-steerable chutes we could jump with. As we
were used to it we all chose the MC-1C and said we would jump the
French chute next if we got the opportunity.
Paulo kitting up.
The DZ
is about 10k from the school but is separated from it by a large wide
river so the ride back is a bit longer than it could be. Anything from
30 to 45 minutes truck ride. The DZ is soft and sandy and reminiscent
of good old Hankley Common. in Surrey. Its also the DZ where the
recruits do their last qualifying jump for their Green Beret.
The
berets are dropped onto the DZ with the jumpers in a container and
presented on the DZ.
We
were put into sticks of 10 to 12 men and mixed with the competitors to
make up the numbers on the sticks. We then had a 45 minute flight in a
Casa C2959 which is the Spanish alternative to the C1-30. This one was
almost brand new and was taking 45 of us on the drop. Our DZ was at
Arripiado and we jumped from a drop height of 1320 meters.
The
weather conditions were perfect and we had no injuries. We had hoped to
get a second jump in but due to a lack of packed round canopies and
available aircraft we didn't get to jump again. I think that if we
take maybe thirty jumpers next time we will not be reliant on making
up numbers on the course and will get more opportunities to jump.
because
we were already Para trained the one jump was enough to get us our
Portuguese wings which were awarded with much ceremony. We were also
given a very nice certificate and log book.
The
Casa is a good plane to jump from. Roy can you please buy us
one, its
as good as a Herc.
Stew lurking in the hope of stealing the Casa.
Anyway the
rest of our time there was taken up with visiting the Airborne
Forces museum. Its main features show quite a bit about the
Colonial African wars.
We
then had a demo by the K9 Wars Dogs unit. These dogs are
Airborne as they jump with the handler. Talk about vicious. These
dogs would rip your heart out as soon as look at you.
(So no one learnt the
Portuguese for 'Nice Doggie then? 'ED.)
Like
the British Airborne the Portuguese are struggling for recruits. In
the last intake whilst we were there they had 80. Like us they have
a high drop out rate.
(Which is only
right if you want to be in an elite unit. If it was easy everyone
would be a Para. ED )
We
were allowed to attend the various briefings and lectures for the
competition which was interesting. The school is well run by their PJI
and instructors and is their equivalent of Brize Norton if not just as
good. All the parachutes are well look after and in good nick. There
was three meals a day and the staff could not do enough for us. Even
our beds were made for us.
Next time taking some of
our civilian jumpers on the course will not be a problem
although a few lessons on drill might not be a bad idea.
The
trip started as normal with a panic to get to Gatwick Airport on time.That achieved I then hung around in the airport waiting for the
flight to depart, weather permitting.
I finally arrived in Lisbon 20 mins late and headed for
the hotel. I text Paulo and let him know I would RV with the
rest of the group at 1700hrs at the Airport.After I sorted out my kit in the room there was only one thing
left to do….. Head for the nearest bar.
The
next morning was a lazy start and a trip to the airport to drop the
luggage off for the RV later in the afternoon. I then did a bit
of site seeing around Lisbon and back to the airport at 1400hrs to
meet Hervé coming in from Amsterdam.
With
a handful of the group together …..You know it, we headed for the
bar to await the arrival of the rest of the group.
By
1930h we had the whole group & Paulo assembled.
A
Portuguese Army bus along with reception committee of three soldiers from
the Parachute School was there to transport us to the school.The drive took about an hour and a half arriving at the school
at about 2100h. They had a meal
waiting for us on arrival in the Officers mess, which was excellent.
Having
been allocated rooms and sorted our kit out for the next mornings
activities we went to the officers Bar (…yes another bar).
While
at the Officers Bar, we meet up with some of the personnel that would
be hosting the events that we would be involved in and as we
parachuting with an early start the following day, we were quite
sensible (that evening).
The
event itself that we would be involved in was the Challenge
Inter-Écoles de Parachutisme (CIEP)
This
is a NATO competition and seminar on parachute insertion.
The
teams had variety of tasks to complete. Shooting, orienteeringand team accuracy parachuting( using non-steerable round,
steerable round and square ram-air canopy’s from different drop
heights) awarding both team and individual prizes for each event.The countries involved in this years competition were
Belgium, Estonia, France, Germany, Portugal, Spain; Cyprus, Sweden and
the UK had planned for teams to attend but were unable to because of
operational commitments.Nearly
all NATO countries were represented for the seminar on the Thursday
with the presentation & closing ceremony on the Friday.
Pathfinder
Parachute Groups small part in all of this was just in the Parachuting
phase and not actually taking part in the accuracy competition.
On
the Wednesday morning, we paraded and moved to the Officers dinning
room for breakfast, which had a wide variety of choices, and I believe
we all ate well.
After
breakfast we boarded transport to the airfield.On arrival, we had a briefing on the parachute systems, air and
ground brief.Parachute
equipment issued and fitted.The system we were to jump with was MC-1C
steerable round. Something we were all familiar with.
As
the competition took priority, we had to wait until most of the teams
had jumped and we were assigned the fourth pass on the second lift.The first three passes were teams of five. Pathfinder Parachute
Group formed the fourth (11 men) and fifth (11 men) sticks with Major
General Comandante da Brigada de Reaccão Rápida as the stick
commander of the 4th stick.As you can imagine this was quite an honour bestowed upon us.
The
aircraft used as a jump ship was a CASA C-295, which has just come
into service with the Portuguese Air Force. ( Roy if get a few
call’s about buying one we told them you were the person to talk
to).
We got
onto the DZ with out any problems, nice to depart an aircraft with a
bit of speed for a change (THE STICK AND THE AIRCRAFT).The two sticks moved to the RV where the General carried out
stick commander duties checking that all had arrived and there were no
injuries.When this was
complete, the equipment was loaded onto a truck and we all moved off
to our transport the General his car and the rest of us on a bus.We moved from there back to the school for Lunch with the usual
banter on the way (there I was etc. ……).
Unfortunately,
the second part of the competition was all Ram Air canopies and none
of the group had any training on them.The rounds had all been used for the first part of the competition
and only three were left.This
was a bit of a disappointment however we were given a tour of the
school including the dog-training centre and the museum.This took us up to the evening meal.
I
was invited as the leader of the group to a reception and meal with
the General and the other team Officers with the local town Mayor.This was a pleasant event with a presentation on the town and
how it has integrated with the military base.The meal was at a local restaurant with the usual mutual
cordialities’ being exchanged.I was lucky enough to be seated beside the three female
translators who advised me on the best selection for the meal and
provided translations (Spanish, Portuguese, Greek and French and that
was just at my end of the table) for the rest of the meal making the
whole experience very pleasant.
After
the meal, we departed and made are back to the officer’s bar and
unbelievably meet up with the rest our group there and carried on from
there
The
next day consisted of a visit to the parachute-packing unit and
seminar on the Para School and delivery systems, which was very
interesting to see where every one is going with military parachuting.
The results of the competition were announced at the end of
the seminar and we were all invited to the bar for celebratory events.
The
Pathfinder Parachute Group was in for a bit of a surprise however.We had been told to parade outside the school HQ to receive our
Portuguese Parachute Wings.When
we got there, we escorted to the main conference room that was lined
with pictures’ of Commanding officers of the parachute units and a
library of all the operations orders for Angola a truly humbling
place.The group were
lined up in single file on one side of the room and after an awesome
speech from the commandant of the school the wings were presented to
the Pathfinder Parachute Group by the Schools Instructors and every
one of them including the Commandant shook our hands.We were the presented with a plaque to Pathfinder Parachute
Group from the school (A T10 reserve attached to a wooden plaque and
small brass dedication…Kept by Paulo) we in turn presented the
Pathfinder Group Shield, which was most appreciated by the commandant.
We
were invited back to the school at some future time, which I feel
would be an event not to be missed.The group then joined the
festivities in the bar with the rest of the teams.
The
final day was a closing of the seminar and the final closing ceremony
of the CIEP competition and a buffet lunch for all who participated,
supported and organized the event.
Pathfinder
Parachute Group was honoured to be invited and stood on the right hand
side of the square throughout the closing ceremony (maybe a drill
lesson in preparation the next time).The buffet was a grand affair, which I am sure you can see from
the photographs and was enjoyed by all.
PS:
The T10 reserve had a bottle of very fine port in it, which was very
nice!
The
group were due to depart from the school at 1500hrs, which meant some
of us went our separate ways, having said our goodbyes.
The
whole trip in conclusion was a well-organized and planned event and
our hosts cannot be faulted.I
for one would not hesitate to return there again.I would like to thank Paulo (Pathfinder Portugal) for getting
the event off the ground and all who helped in the
organisation/planning.
The
School were excellent hosts providing good food, accommodation and all
that we required for our visit.
We arrived okay and were met
at airport in Portugal. Then it was off to barracks with the
Portuguese military. It was a great experience and we had a had a
fantastic time. We were treated like very special people and the
Military went out of the their way to make us feel welcome. We could
not have asked for more from them. A 'Well done' to all
Pathfinder personnel on the course and for showing the professionalism
that you all have acquire.
A very special thanks to Paulo for his hospitality and showing
myself Herve and Big Stu the sites of Portugal on Friday evening
after Endex. We then visited the Portuguese Association of Paras.
There we were made very welcome and were given copious amounts of
the local brew. We were also given wings and tee shirts
by there members. It was a great honour to have been invited to
visit them. I only hope that some day we can repay this in some way
to them.
well done to all and well done Roy for this arranging this event.
The countryside was under a white blanket of snow
and, as the Paracenter at Teuge was still open I decided to see if I could
make my first jump in the snow today. Shortly after arriving there I met
up with Marco and Eric. After the time needed to pack our
parachutes, we manifested ourselves, including our Belgian tourist
Albert, who had arrived just then. While we were busy gearing up our lost
Canadian Mike arrived as well, but unfortunately too late to get on the
manifest jump with us. Some minutes later we were at drop height, seated
in the plane looking down at the beautiful countryside... enjoying a
cold flight (-8C ground temperature). The jump went well and everybody
landed OK. Eric who exited the plane last man had his camera to record it.
So now...back to the hangar for number 2 if possible.
Marco unfortunately had to leave then and his seat
was taken over by Mike. Same story as always then, packing ones parachute
and ready to manifest. At the last minute a problem occurred, there were
not enough jumpers for the last load! Finally we all decided to pay double
the jump fee and consequently had the complete aircraft to
our own small stick of Parachutist. So the last flight of the day was
carrying a all Pathfinder load. The jump would be more interesting then we
expected. The pilot gave some wrong wind indications to our jump master
and we partially overshot the Drop Zone. All that is except Eric who was
number one and the only one on the DZ. The last 3 of us landed in a field
behind a farm house. Good landings but... it always gives you a
"strange" feeling when you land in somebody's backyard.
As the day was over now our little international
(Belgium, Canada, France, Netherlands, USA) Pathfinder stick split up and
disappeared into the snow on their way home... until the next time.
The
Future of Pathfinder as an organisation depends on the support and
enlistment of serving and ex-forces personnel together with a
trickle of civilian parachutists with the right mindset and
attitudes.
The
future also possibly depends on the recruitment of a younger cohort
and with this in mind I asked my younger son to do his bit at the 65th
Anniversary
celebrations in Arnhem this year.
This got off to an inauspicious start, (typical of Pathfinder
trips, you might add) by his arrest by immigration at Schipol
Airport. The official reason for this was his travel beneath the
official age for an unaccompanied minor.
More
likely, may have been that he was arrested for being a Scotsman in a
kilt. The rationale being that the Scotsman in a kilt, more likely
sooner than later, will be up to something illegal and you might as
well charge him before the event.
With a certain amount of paternal pride, I duly sprung him
from jail. Apparently, you get pretty decent food whilst in Dutch
custody. Most Pathfinder members will, of course, be conversant with
the poor scoff on offer within the British penal system.
Arriving in Arnhem, Sam then went about the serious task of
separating the wealthy and the pissed of their spare cash.
The pipes went down well with all.
The
Scots have always been disproportionately well represented in the
British Armed Forces. The young Scotsman has a genetic and cultural
legacy of reckless behaviour, alcohol misuse and an unswerving
ability to start a fight even in the most unpromising circumstances.
These unholy attributes have, of course, always found a natural home
in Airborne Forces, and Glasgow and Aberdeen accents are heard
amongst veteran and serving personnel alike.
Sam
managed to do his stuff at the usual Airborne Watering Holes in
Arnhem and Oosterbeek, played on the DZ for the main display at
Ginkel Heath on the Saturday and in more formal, deferential mode at
the cemetery service on the Sunday.
He
managed to raise, a surprising amount and even offered to get his
dad laid in Amsterdam on the way home.
This
£600, together with a bit of busking at the autumn rugbyinternationals at Murrayfield will
top it up to £1,000, a pretty decent effort for a 13 year old.
The money is earmarked for the
Mark
Wright project ,www.themarkwrightproject.org.uk
which is local to us in Edinburgh and I would ask members to have a
look at their web site, and possibly consider supporting this new
charity in future.
Ed Larkin
Callum and
Sam have proved that the Airborne spirit runs in families and I look
forward to the day we have them as full members of Pathfinder. Its
only a matter of time.
Just before Christmas myself and Alan Ash (Secretary
WASF) decided to top up the money raised for our two charities by
walking (Crawling) up Mount Snowdon. The first weekend we chose was
heavy rains,high winds and flooding so in the name of safety we
postponed it to the following weekend. I duly arrived after a five
hour drive at the car park opposite the scenic railway ready to run
up the mountain. After a half hour wait and as I was just about to
give up and drive home Alan turned up with two of his Delta Force 3
Air Soft team and one young lady for support party. She was to sit
in the car park for five hours reading a book, listening to the
radio and amuse herself until the survivors got back,. After a half
hour wait we realised that the rest of you rotten lot were still in
bed and had no intentions of turning up.
Well stuff you lot. Undaunted and properly
equipped and attired we started off up the hill.
What do you mean this is the road leading up to the
start of the walk?..I thought this was the bloody mountain.
Mike Lawson, Joe and Alan
What's this white stuff?
At about 2500ft we hit the snow line. So what's a bit of snow
between friends...but it got deeper. Worst still the Cafe at
the top was closed for winter and the scenic railway was not
running either.
.....are we there yet Dad ??????
At about 3000ft the bad weather that was forecast to come in
late evening decided to cheat our expert weather forecasters
and sneak up on us. By the time we were ten minutes from the
summit the winds were gusting 60 MPH and threatening to blow
us over the edge. Alan swore blind this had been my stupid
idea but I'm sure he had talked me into it.
Before we started back down we staked
out the 'Help for Heroes' flag and took a photo.
The wind was so strong it was impossible to hold the
flag at the top so we pinned it down with rocks for the photo.
Then two of the lads posed with the
Pathfinder flag. Yes it was cold and consequently in our hurry
to take the photo no one realised it was around the wrong way.
Personally I don't bloody care as I'm not going back up there
to take a second photo with it the right way round. So stuff
you lot.
On the way down we posed by one of the railway stops.
I'm not grinning. That's a frozen smile.
When we finally reached the bottom the first thing we did was
find a nice warm Welsh cafe and get a steaming hot cup of
chocolate down our necks.
Despite the poor turnout (Due no doubt
to the crap weather) it was a good cobweb kicking walk
and one that we will be repeating and we will give you lot
more notice next time . Iv added another £50 to our appeal
fund which we will be presenting in the near future. If anyone
still has Poppy Appeal money to come in can you get into our
account ASAP so we can do a final tally.For any of you who
were genuinely upset you missed this climb the good news is
I'm getting the information of the FOC for the Fan Dance in
May and there is always the Long Valley Para run for
those of you who miss the Fan dance.
Ed.
Many thanks to those that attended and
braved the arctic conditions. Mike, Alan, Joe and Vicky (Base
and safety)
Those
of you who have attended Teuge in the last couple of years will
have some stage been forced to hand over money or had your
arse's politely kicked into action by Lance Owens. I was
introduce to Lance some time ago by Ian Marshall. Lance's,
a former Paratrooper who was as 'into' what we stand for in
Pathfinder as our most fanatical members volunteered his
services to help on our courses.
Left
to right Cpls Chris Davison, the Smoke man,
Steve Standlish Tandem Master, Lance, Ross Foster the
Cameraman .
A
medical condition. (Iv long suspected insanity) grounded him and
stopped his jumping days. (Or so he thought) however with him on
the ground chasing up admin and helping with the training,
things move along at a cracking pace. He never has a bad word to
say about anyone and is always there to give advice and to
listen to any problems the jumpers have. Its one of the worst
things that you can ask a Para to do is to stand on a DZ and
watch others jumping and Lance does this course after course
without a complaint. It was therefore a really nice gesture when
his son Mike arranged a day out for him....read on.
Ed.
It
all started as an idea one weekend in Brecon.
As
I sat in the Brecon Rugby club in May of 2009 amongst some of
Britain
’s finest veterans I realised that it was high time that Lance
(dad) got back into the air.What better way than to get in the air than a tandem with
your old team, the world famous “Red Devils” the elite
freefall parachute display team not only of The Parachute
Regiment, but the British Army.
The
great thing about a veterans group like the FOC 2006, is that
they are all airborne.Many
were in the team themselves and still have contacts, which, as
you can imagine is great.
I
spoke with Jock Love, ex 7 RHA and Smokey Smith, ex 2 Para about
my idea.They put
the wheels in motion and with lots of date changes and ensuring
people could attend a date was set for Lance to get his “knees
to the breeze” once again.
We
arrived to a very foggy and damp Netheravon at about 0900hrs
Wednesday 23 September, ready to book in and get all the days
training prior to the “jump”.However, as a skydiver myself and dad with his experience
we both realised that the jump would not happen this day.
As
we waited around the DZ we were met by several FOC 2006 and ex
Red Devils members, who had come to show their support for
Lance.Once we
realised that the jump was a no go we bedded in the bunk house
and went to the bar in true Airborne tradition.
We
awoke the next day to clear skies and light winds.Perfect jumping weather.Lance was on the first lift.After ground training and pre flight checks, the aircraft
was off into the blue skies over sunny Wiltshire.
The
door opened at 13000ft, the cameraman stepped out Cpl Ross
Foster, then as Lance shuffled towards the door in his red
“hat” and glasses all the hard work of previous months was
about to pay off.I
know that all those years of training and experience entered
back into Lance’s mind.My
concern from 13000ft below was, will he
try and deploy the canopy!
As he glided back to earth ably assisted by Cpl Steve Candlish,
the landing as expected went smooth.
The
jump relived may a memory for Lance, the day was a complete
success.I must
thank the following people; Jock Love, Dave “Smokey” Smith,
The FOC 2006 and of course the Red Devils Free Fall Team.