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Last
bite for the Jaguar
Damien
Burke reflects on the last days of the RAF Jaguar. Pictures by the
author and Jamie Hunter/Aviacom
As has already
been recorded here at Air-Scene UK, the RAF's Jaguar has been retired
- prematurely - and the decision to remove the type from the RAF's order
of battle months before the original planned out-of-service date put paid
to all the plans that 6 Squadron had to show the old girls off to all
and sundry throughout the airshow season.
Instead,
the faceless bureaucrats wanted the Squadron - and their jet - to slink
off quietly, without fuss and furore. What a good job, then, that the
personnel of the Squadron - and in particular its OC, Wing Commander John
Sullivan (aka 'JS') - exhibited some traditional British bulldog spirit
- and stuck a proverbial two fingers up at the whole filthy idea.
No
doubt the official RAF histories won't mention Jaguar paw prints painted
on the path from 6 Squadron's Ops building to the nearest HAS...and then
over the top of the HAS and on to the next HAS in sight. The same history
won't record which pilot it was that blasted through a Welsh valley while
rolling a full 360 degrees... or which pair of pilots bid a cheery "Hello
spotters!" on the radio one day, after a discussion about how soon
they'd get tired of just flying for the hell of it (never), and soon followed
up with "We're Harrier pilots by the way" on the off chance
officialdom was listening. As for the story of the last outrageous Jaguar
paint scheme... well no doubt the bureaucrats were expecting something
along the lines of the officially-approved special tails of previous years.
One can only hope they choked on their G&Ts when they finally saw
the photos of the 'spotty jet' showing off her bright orange skin against
blazing blue skies.
The
official end to the Jaguar was marked with a large '6' formation in the
skies above Coningsby; the real end was the last flight into Cosford on
2 July, marked with no ceremony - indeed, the MoD didn't even bother to
send an official photographer. Thankfully the personnel of DCAE Cosford
were of similar minds to those in 6 Squadron and gave permission for a
couple of civilian photographers (your author being one) to be on the
airfield to record those final RAF Jaguar flights. Cosford offers an unusual
photographic viewpoint for those outside the fence - the railway station
platform is not far from the runway end, and is considerably higher, thus
offering a unique viewpoint of aircraft touching down. However, for those
final flights, being able to record not just the aircraft action but also
the human stories was worth foregoing the raised viewpoint!
There
were three batches of deliveries to Cosford. The first, watched on 18
May from the station, provided the never-before seen sight of Jaguars
with brake chutes billowing in mid-air, splayed undercarriage legs still
reaching for terra firma. Used to the unending acres of concrete of Coningsby,
the tiny runway at Cosford was an excuse to try something many a Jag pilot
had wondered about, and as one pilot said "There's nothing in the
book that says you can't do it!" Coupled with a good variety
of approaches and fast passes, it transformed the first of these sad occasions
into a real spectacle that left wide grins on a sea of enthusiasts' faces.
With
the cooperation of Cosford's SATCO and CRO, delivery batch two on 12 June
was viewed from the grass runway next to the hard runway. Experience from
the last time had shown that the brake chute in the air trick wasn't strictly
necessary, and fuel states (and who knows, possibly a bit of a telling
off about the first batch) meant each aircraft was limited to one practice
approach and then one real one with no beat-ups in evidence. With only
three Jaguars left behind at Coningsby, this meant many of the pilots
in the second delivery batch were making their last ever Jaguar flight.
The OC's jet, XX112/EA, took a rather different route to the ASP, rolling
across the grass as a final demonstration that the Jag had been built
with rough field capability in mind (it was a fairly smooth ride apparently).
 Each
Jag bore numerous scribbles from ground crew and aircrew, some of them
unprintable, and after each jet had been signed by its respective pilot
- often coupled with a final loving pat on the nose - it was time for
a group photo. After that, with emotions hidden, the pop of a lifejacket
inflating signalled which pilot had had his last ever fast jet trip (or
so he thought at the time)! With the aircrew's ride home having arrived
- would you believe a minibus? - it was time to go and see where these
last Jaguars were being towed to.
Airshow
goers at Cosford will have seen the grass covered humps of the storage
hangars on the far side of the runway. Inside these rotting concrete carcasses,
Jaguars await their next use. It's dark. The floor is covered with dust
and occasional small chunks of concrete that have fallen from the roof.
The Jags still stand proud, with haughty noses held aloft like a posh
bird at a bus station. Many of them will be released from this dusty prison,
towed across the main hangars on the airfield to be made safe for instructional
use, and used to train the next generation of RAF groundcrew. A better
end than the scrapman's axe, though that will come for some.
Back to those
three Jags at Coningsby though, and herculean efforts of organisation
with absolutely no notice meant that 6 Squadron managed to put together
a limited number ticket-only enthusiasts' day for everybody to see the
fabulous paint scheme applied to the 'last, last Jaguar'. XX119 had finally
been snuck
out of the paint shop the week before, hidden away lest officialdom spot
her and order a nice boring coat of grey to be applied at the last minute.
A single currency flight was arranged so that this paint scheme would
be recorded in a superb series of air to air photographs, as seen here,
and then it was
back to hiding in a HAS until the enthusiast's day (and 6 Squadron Families'
Day the day after). The Squadron did its visitors proud, with taxiing
demonstrations from the desert pink Jag (XX725) while the final T-bird
(XX835) and the 'spotty jet' basked in the sunshine, being photographed
from every conceivable angle. There were other jets there too, but hey
- this is a Jag article!
After that
disastrously damp weekend, it was time for the final three to fly out
and into retirement at Cosford. So it was that I found myself once again
standing on the grass at Cosford, waiting for three Jags to make their
presence felt. That brake chute in the air shot had been requested, but
there were no guarantees. The first jet down - XX835 - popped the chute...
after touchdown. Second jet down - the RAF's last Jaguar pilot 'Daubs'
in XX725
- popped the chute... after touchdown! It was looking like we weren't
going to get that lusted-after photo. But then again, the last pilot in
the air was the OC... and as it turned out, he did us proud. A quick -
and I mean quick - low pass over the airfield followed by an approach
during which I'd have knelt and prayed for the 'chute shot' if the grass
had been less wet... and joy of joys, the parachute snakes out of its
container and opens with a thunderous
crack, several seconds before XX119's wheels make their final mark on
tarmac.
It is an
arrival to remember, and a fitting end to the many years I've spent photographing
this charismatic Anglo-French feline. As airborne totty goes, it was the
last of the really good looking RAF jets, and the slightly pudgy shape
of the Typhoon - tupperware triangle - is no competition. I'll leave you
all with the inscription applied to XX112 by her pilot, JS, on the occasion
of that aircraft's final flight. It could apply equally to the entire
Jaguar force, not just this airframe: "Thank you for keeping us safe
EA. You were always reliable! Rest easy!"
With thanks
to JS, Smithy, Daubs, D-Reg, JD, Al and everybody else at 6 Squadron for
their hospitality these last few months, and to Dick Delaney, Roger Talbot
and everybody else at DCAE Cosford for their hospitality during the last
two delivery flights.
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