Advance praise for Heart of the Storm
""Col. Ed Fleming tells a story of true heroism about the constant dangers faced by the pilots and crews who fly the most versatile-and vulnerable-aircraft in the skies today.""
-John Glenn, former U.S. senator, astronaut, and bestselling author of John Glenn: A Memoir
""To risk your life to save a stranger is the highest mark of a human being. Ed Fleming is such a man, and this book is a great read.""
-Dr. Jerri Nielsen, author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Ice Bound
""Filled with suspense and emotion, Heart of the Storm reads like a thriller-but it's all true. Ed Fleming has led a dramatic and interesting life, and this book portrays it in living color.""
-Robert K. Tanenbaum, New York Times bestselling author of Resolved and Absolute Rage
|Publisher:||Turner Publishing Company|
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|Age Range:||14 - 18 Years|
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Heart of the StormMy Adventures as a Helicopter Rescue Pilot and Commander
By Edward L. Fleming
John Wiley & SonsISBN: 0-471-26436-9
We value the individual supremely, and nature values him not a whit. -Annie Dillard
We'd left the storm behind on the way out into the North Atlantic. Now, as we returned in the December cold and darkness, with one nearly dead Ukrainian sailor in the passenger bay, we flew back into it. Suddenly, ferocious headwinds hit the helicopter and yanked the controls nearly out of my hands. The helicopter turned into a berserk rocking horse, its nose pitching violently up, then slamming down. Rain drove against the cockpit glass. It found the openings in the windscreen seals and invaded the cabin, where avionics control boxes, radios, and circuit breakers were all getting wet.
I was wrung out. I'd been flying since before dawn that morning, with almost no sleep the night before, on a mission to rescue the crew of a sunken freighter, Salvador Allende, 820 miles at sea south of Newfoundland's Grand Banks.
The aircraft's vibration had worked its way into my hands and feet. Now it was drilling its way into my brain. I didn't know whether I was shivering from my cold, wet flight suit or from the helicopter's shuddering. But we were headed home. We'd taken our last fuel from one of the tanker planes flying overhead and we were bearing down on the coast of Nova Scotia information with a second helicopter.
Back in the bay, the pararescue jumper who'd fished the sailor from the ocean was trying to keep the sailor, huddled in a sleeping bag, and loose rescue gear from crashing around the cabin in the turbulence. The flight engineer sat behind us on the jump seat straining to hear sounds of trouble from the jet engines and the transmission that channeled the engines' power to the slashing twenty-six-foot rotorblades. Jolly 14, like every MH-60 helicopter, was supposed to get major maintenance after ten hours in the air. We'd been flying for thirteen.
Jolly was the universal call sign for all air force rescue helicopters, followed by the last two of the numbers on its tail. Jolly originated as a nickname; the MH-60's predecessor, the HH-3E, was a big, blunt bird with an engaging roundness, and the air force models all were painted a dull green. Somebody called it a Jolly Green Giant, and the name stuck.
We'd expected as many as seventeen survivors, according to the briefing we'd received before we left that morning. We found just one that day. He'd been in the water almost forty-eight hours when we picked him up seventy miles from where his ship went down. He spoke enough English to tell us the water had been warm. The Gulf Stream had kept him alive, but it had killed his crewmates. The sharks just hadn't gotten to him yet.
It made me sick to see them, the predators tearing at the bodies in the water, and I knew those men were dead because we hadn't gotten there in time. Rescue was like that. I'd been elated at saving one victim and crushed at the same time because we hadn't saved more. There wasn't a man in our crew who wouldn't remember the sight of the sharks attacking the bodies in the water.
Another gust hit. The helicopter shimmied, then dropped two hundred or three hundred feet before I could level it. "Hold your altitude, sir." The copilot's voice came through my helmet headset over the cacophony of rotor and transmission noise and engine whine. I looked at the altitude gauge among the dozens of instruments I had to scan constantly on the control panel and reflected how I'd never gotten used to the feeling when the weather takes the bottom out and you're falling through space in eleven tons of metal with no idea of where or when you're going to stop.
It wasn't just the drop. I was becoming frightened. We had been awake for nearly forty hours, and I was fatigued, almost to the breaking point. Can't show your fear, though. Fear's contagious and it can be fatal. It was important to keep focused for the crew and for our families.
I forced my hands to stay light on the controls and slowly climbed back to an altitude of about 500 feet.
Jolly 14 labored and lurched into the headwind, jerking us against our harnesses. The rain kept finding a way in, joining and forming lines of moisture that trailed away from the edges of the windscreen. The severe turbulence we'd hit forced us to fly low. Above 500 feet, the rain changed to sleet and blowing snow, creating the possibility of rotor icing.
We flew for half an hour without speaking, each of us lost in his own thoughts. Mine were of the thrill I always got from taking human beings out of harm's way-more than 250 so far by a rough count-and of the end of my career. It was 1994, I was forty-seven years old, and I'd flown rescue missions for nearly twenty-five years. I sensed that I was nearing the point where I would have to leave the cockpit. I hated deskwork, pushing papers. But I owed it to my wife, Jean, and our two sons to get out before my skills deteriorated-to walk away and not be carried. Too many of my friends and colleagues had lost their lives in helicopter rescue. It is one of the most dangerous jobs there is.
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Table of ContentsAcknowledgments.
2. An Unexpected Turn.
3. I Fly.
4. Deadly Webs.
6. First Rescue.
7. Monsoons and Mines.
9. We’re Going Down.
10. Two Emergencies in One Day.
11. The Indifferent Sea.
12. New Realities.
13. A Killing Machine.
14. All Scorpions All the Time.
15. The Grave of Salvador Allende.
16. The Deep Crevasse.
17. Rescue at the South Pole.
What People are Saying About This
"To risk your life to save a stranger is the highest mark of a human being. Ed Fleming is such a man, and this book is a great read."
—Dr. Jerri Nielsen, author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Ice Bound
"Filled with suspense and emotion, Heart of the Storm reads like a thriller — but it's all true. Ed Fleming has led a dramatic and interesting life, and this book portrays it in living color."
—Robert K. Tanenbaum, New York Times bestselling author of Resolved and Absolute Rage
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Some people have a belief that if you do not carry a rifle you are less in the military than they are. That the Air Force is a weak sister that must be tolerated even though you don't want to. It continues even after separation. Few if any have ever experienced what Ed and the rest of us did or the emotions that accompanied the knowledge that you feel at the end of a successful rescue mission, or worse, an unsuccessful one. Spot on, truthful and sentimenal hard to re-live that REALLY rough day that I thought was put to bed, although I think about it distantly often.
But this was fantastic. I have known Col. Fleming for a few years and he is a very modest person. I read this book and have the utmost respedt for him. He is truely an inspirational man. The book doesn't do him justice!! A must read for all!!
In Heart of the Storm, Col. Fleming shows that he is as adept at writing about his lifetime of thrilling rescues as he was at performing them. What a career, and what a book! A work of fiction couldn't cover more high profile adventures - rescues he pulled off during the Perfect Storm, at the South Pole, in the Gulf War, just to scratch the surface. But it's not fiction. He really did it, risking his life to save perfect strangers more times than I could count. I don't have the patience to read many books, but this one wouldn't let me put it down.
This is an exciting book. I could't put it down. Edward Fleming is a real hero and a role model for us all. This is a great book for Father's Day or even give it to your kids.
A great true life tale that highlights the everyday dangers that rescue pilots face .It is also a reminder that when newscasters say a storm as passed harmlessly out to sea the dangers that storm can cause.This book is a important lesson of leadership and courage all and all a great read
Anyone who has seen or read 'The Secret Storm'-This is a 'Must read'. The author visualize, rescue missions & courage that you can not imagine,let along have the 'guts,'. I bought the book for my husband, but after he raved so much, I read it but found it to be a love story also. His Wife Must Be A Saint!