The Trigger Of My PTSD Nightmares
On April 16, 1998, I was working as a radar air traffic controller for the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) at Houston International Airport (IAH). I was fifty-three years old.
The ceilings and visibilities were very low in the area. I was very busy working fourteen jets inbound to Houston Intercontinental Airport when it was brought to my attention that a four engine jet cargo plane I was working was 500 AGL (above ground level), in the clouds, and still descending towards the city of The Woodlands (15 miles north of the airport).
After transmitting to the pilot four times, the pilot finally stopped his descent at 200 feet. I thought this jet was going to crash into the city of The Woodlands!
After I talked the pilots down using a radar approach to a safe landing at Houston, I was relieved off my position to write a statement. I immediately ran outside of the building and vomited . Later you will see a pattern – a psychological one.
I was very unlucky in that I probably had more emergencies where I had to talk pilots down on radar than any air traffic controller in the FAA. During my thirty-seven year career I worked over twenty-five emergencies requiring a Radar Surveillance approach. I never remembered vomiting after working a stressful emergency.
See the attached PDF for a more complete story on this DC-8:
PDF: DC-8 – Flight Assist
After the DC-8 emergency I went home and started having nightly nightmares of all things an emergency when I worked at Amarillo, Texas in 1968.
In this supposedly nightmare I was twenty-three years old on my first 15 minutes of Radar training. I thought this dream was the most unrealistic aviation story that I had I ever heard of in my life! No Hollywood writer could dream up a story like this! H-bombs and me talking down an emergency with only 15 minutes of radar on-the-job -training! Ridiculous!
After three nights with little sleep my wife asked, how do you know this event didn’t happened? Are any of the other air traffic controllers that day alive?” I went on the internet and found Bobby Jones, my radar trainer’s phone number and called him. What was unusual for me was Bobby Jones was a friend and I never called him after leaving Amarillo in 1969.
The at the beginning of the call, the first thing Bobby said was , “ why are you calling me after thirty years?” I asked Bobby, “do you remember a T-38 with the call sign “Brusk 11?”
Bobby did! My dream was a real memory that I had suppressed for over thirty years. This was the first emergency where I went outside and vomited!
This like my other stories on this blog, I have provided written documentation or audio/video interviews with those involved. If you are interested listen to the 4 minute audio below after reading my story.
T38
Bobby was my radar training instructor that day, but was in the restroom when most of this emergency occurred. What is not on the tape is that the only controller in the radar room (George) froze and wouldn’t talk to the pilot after he vectored the T38 (call sign Brusk 11) into a severe thunderstorm.
The pilot on emergency frequency was actually screaming, “mayday, mayday, lost the canopy, one engine out, student pilot injured, request vectors (headings) back to Amarillo Air Force Base”. George just sat there screaming, “shit, shit, shit!”Unanswered the pilot transmitted, “we are ejecting!” At that point someone had to do something, so I transmitted, “stay in the aircraft you are over the city, turn right heading 270!”
When I issued the vector to the airport, the pilot screamed as if he were in pain ! He wouldn’t transmit after a few requests, so I had him ident on his transponder (this was before we had altitudes displayed on radar). I gave no-gyro (telling the pilot to turn or stop turning) headings for a left downwind to Runway 21.
A few minutes later, George moved his chair next to mine. I smelled alcohol on his breath. He said, “good job Clint, but whatever you do, do not let him fly over Pantex (See Prohibitive Area P-47 at the bottom). He will kill us all if he crashes !” That was all the help I ever got from George.
I knew the Pantex Plant made Nuclear Bombs; however, the public was not aware back then because it was“Top Secret”.
At that moment my belief was if he crashed into the Pantex plant and set off the H-bombs, the explosions could kill everyone in the North Texas area or worse! My knees were jumping up and down uncontrollably against the radar console.
I knew the T38 was in bad shape and it was doubtful if this approach didn’t work that there would not be another opportunity. I needed to align the aircraft at least 10 miles from the runway to ensure an accurate alignment to the runway centerline . I couldn’t do that without overflying Pantex. I had to make a big decision- the pilot’s lives or the public’s.
I turned the T38 inside of Pantex, which endangered the pilots, but I luckily lined the T-38 up with the runway. I then had the pilot descend the aircraft to 400 feet above the ground. The pilot reported by transponder when he saw the runway a mile out at 500 feet above the ground. At the same time a controller in the control tower was in my headset telling me that he saw the T38 come out of the clouds and Bobby Jones was standing behind me screaming, “What in the fuck are you doing?” I unplugged, ran outside the building, and threw up in the grass next to the building entrance.
Ten minutes later, I took sick leave and went home. Bobby Jones called a few hours later and told me that he and a supervisor had driven on the closed runway to view the T38. He stated that the cockpit was exposed to the elements, no canopy, full of water, and hailstones the size of softballs. The student pilot had been knocked unconscious by a hailstone and the pilot was suffering from hypothermia.
If the pilot had ejected he would have killed the student pilot. Bobby surmised the pilot was getting electrically shocked in water up to his neck when he transmitted, so that’s why he stopped transmitting , and at that point he could not longer see his instruments.
The T38 had holes in the vertical stabilizer and in both wings. Both jet engines were missing turbine blades. Only one engine was working. The T38 never flew again.
There was a coverup by the Air Force and FAA on this incident. I was never interviewed by the US Air Force Accident Investigation Team.
A 4 Minute Interview in 1998, with my friend, Bobby Jones (1935-2012):
This event prepared me (I received my pilot’s license a few months later) for the many Radar Approach emergencies that followed me to retirement and it might have also motivated me to continue my education to become a psychotherapist sixteen years later.
This was the second time I used the “NLP Trauma/Phobia Procedure ” to heal my workplace traumatic event. This procedure is also called , “The Rewind Procedure” or the “Reconsolidation of Traumatic Memories RTM procedure:
https://clintmatheny.cdn-pi.com/how-i-cured-my-ptsd/
It wasn’t until 1990, after the “Cold War” ended did the public find out that nuclear bombs were being manufactured at the top secret Pantex Plant and only then was Prohibitive Area P-47 posted on aeronautical charts.
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