Robert Tipper
Born in Alberta, Sergeant Pilot Tipper attended Manning Depot
(MD) and
Initial Training School (ITS) in Edmonton. He remained in
the province,
receiving his elementary flying training in High River before
moving on to advanced training out of Alberta. In this
excerpt, he describes some of the more typical aspects of
Elementary Flying Training School (EFTS) in Alberta.
When I was 18, I joined the Royal Canadian Air
Force (RCAF)....We arrived at No. 3 Manning Depot after dark and
settled in. It turned out that it was located on the old
Edmonton exhibition grounds and all the old horse barns
etc. had been converted to barracks. We went through stores
and received uniforms. As it was still summer, we were forced
to wear the khaki drill outfits, which never seemed to stay
pressed.
Three weeks at Manning Depot consisted mainly of drilling,
going on very long route marches and lining up for shots.
It was also very important that all RCAF personnel knew
how to swim. If you happened to be among the non-swimmers,
you could go swimming every afternoon, or at least every
second afternoon. I'm not sure why there was such a policy
since I was sure that many of the fellows in our group,
or flight, as it was called, would be ending up as ground
crew doing general duties and may not ever go near an ocean
their entire career.
After
about a month at Manning Depot, some of us were transferred
to No. 4 Initial Training School (ITS) located at the
University of Alberta just across the river. We were quartered in what was known
as Assiniboia Hall and ate our meals in Athabasca
Hall. Classes were held in the education building, at the
other end of the campus. We were marched there every day,
both mornings and afternoons. It was getting into early
fall, and I can still recall the wheat stocks that we
paraded through to get to class. There wasn't much between
the medical building and the education building, except the
university farm...
At No. 4 ITS, we took the kinds of courses all potential
aircrew had to take. There were classes on engines,
airmanship, Morse code, navigation, meteorology, aircraft
recognition and so on. It was essentially ground school for
aircrew...
As a potential pilot, I was given a week of leave pending
a posting to High River, Alberta. It was still later in
the fall when I reached No. 5 Elementary Flying Training
School (EFTS) High River for my first shot at flying training.
The school was basically civilian run. Even the Commanding
Officer was a civilian. Of course, we students and our instructors
were not civilians.
The school maintained a very sensible schedule. Our group
was split into two groups. One would take ground school
in the afternoon and the following morning while the other
half flew. Then, the roles switched. The second group would
take ground school in the afternoon and again in the morning
while the other half flew. I can still remember my first
flight in a Cornell aircraft. The Cornell was a small, two-
seater (tandem) with a fixed undercarriage. It had an in-line
Ranger engine (about 200 horsepower). I remember during
that first flight, which was laughingly called "familiarization,"
I wasn't relaxed at all. All I could think about was that
within eight hours I could very well be up in the air, alone
in this thing. At one stage of the flight, my instructor,
who was in the back seat, turned over the controls to me and
I was allowed to "stir the pudding" so to speak. And stir it
I did. It was amazing, even at the relatively slow speed we
were flying, how sensitive the controls were...
I think that after the first solo flight, the next five or six
hours was spent on the circuit. I recall one day while I
was making what should have been a routine landing, the
aircraft developed a mind of its own and took a wild swing
to the left. In fact, I was off the runway entirely and stuck
in some fireguard plowing that was underway at the time.
The plough operator hopped off his machine, gave me a push
and I was on my way again. When I went to take off again,
a fellow came running out of the control tower at the end
of the runway and told me to go back to the hangar, where
a qualified mechanic would check out the aircraft before
I took off again. He said I had just completed a "ground
loop." That was my first experience with one. On arriving
back at the hangar, my instructor was waiting to hear my
account of what had happened and I was quickly given a couple
of dual landings before I was allowed to go solo again.
The rest of my stay at High River was fairly uneventful,
except for the day I strayed a little too far south. I think
I was south of Vulcan, somewhere, when I thought I should
check the gas situation. The gauges were out on the wing
and were easily readable. Both wing gauges read plumb empty.
I immediately leaned out my gasoline mixture as much as
I dared and kept flying north until High River was in sight.
At this point, it seemed fairly obvious that I would land
okay. My next worry was running out of gas somewhere between
the end of the landing run and the hangar. That would be
embarrassing. All my worries were for naught. The only incident
to occur was in the flight room putting my gear away. A
ground crew type sauntered in and asked me if I had been
flying the plane that just landed. When I admitted to flying
it his only comment was, "You didn't have much gas left
did you?"
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