Yes, I believe I heard the quiet murmur of the mighty Vickers WhisperJet leaving Brize at around 0400 the other morning......
It was much more fun back in the '80s when the radio pager would go off in the middle of the night and we'd rush in for a 'Q' scramble to go Boris chasing.
One year, we'd all just had a "Though shalt not turn so soon after take-off!" chat from one of the grown ups after one particular scramble from RW08 in a good wind on 4 Feb 1986 in VC10K2 ZA141 had been followed by an early turn roaring over the station ops room at 'about' 500 ft. You may wonder how I know this....
Not long after, on 17 June 1986, I was on an early morning scramble with OC101 in VC10K3 ZA148. Being the boss, he'd naturally decided to do the flying.....
It was hot and humid, there was a tailwind on RW08 but it was within limits. Just. But not for an FTOT take-off. Also, in those days we didn't bother with noise abatement departures for scrambles; we'd turn direct on course as soon as we passed 500 ft, then at 1500 ft we'd accelerate to MFR and clean up, accelerate to 290KIAS then continue the climb with 96% to FL310, then accelerate to 320KIAS as that gave the best possible TAS. None of the mandatory SIDs, '250 below 10' and 310KIAS Vno faggotry of later years!
So, a max AUW take-off with full power in a K3 - with a tailwind. Not much wind on the surface, but diurnal effect and all that, there was rather more as we staggered skywards. The boss wasn't too keen on holding V2+20, but rather too eager to accelerate to MFR. Neither did he wish to set a bad example by turning until he reached 500 ft.... Hence he didn't achieve the required climb gradient for the RW08 SID or anything like it. By quite a lot.
As a result, we didn't start to turn until passing over the western edge of Witney at 500 ft with 'the sound of freedom' still bellowing away. Being a hot, humid night, all the locals had their windows open, of course.
The effect was, I am told, quite interesting to say the least. A mate's wife who lived in Thorney Leys said she'd never heard such a deafening racket before and the whole house shook. The boss's route woke up the whole of Thorney Leys, the Windrush Valley estate and probably most of the people in the local graveyards as well. I remember thinking "Well that should get someone's attention" as I saw the roofs not very far beneath our flightpath.
Radio Oxford's switchboard was jammed, as was the station's!
We flew for 7 hours, but didn't catch any Russians - the boss was the kiss of death on 'Q' as he never managed to get any trade, depsite grabbing any opportunity he could.
But he did give me the landing!
Funny old thing, we never heard any more about it. I'm sure the Stn Cdr 'had a word' with him though. But no-one mentioned turning too early ever again - until some fun detector put a stop to scramble take-off profiles...
