The Folland Gnats saw extensive action during the 1965 and 1971 Indo-Pak conflicts,,, One name must be taken that is Nirmal Jeet Singh Sekhon (the sole receiver of Param veer Chakra in IAF). I will come to the story of his valor and bravery ,,, but before that i am posting some other great dog fights and combats in the history of IAF with the help of Gnat.
Folland Gnats of the Indian Air Force engaged in multiple air combats during the 1965 and 1971 Wars. Ten air combat kills have been made by this diminutive fighter in both wars and the story of one such combat is narrated in this article.
Shooting down a Sabre : 14 Sept 1965
Written below is my actual experience in combat with a Sabre in the 1965 war. This happened exactly 43 years ago on September 14th, 1965. Today incidentally is September 14th 2008. I am reliving the event blow by blow as it occurred. This is the inner story.
On September 14th 1965, I led a formation of four Gnats to escort four Canberras on a secret bombing mission to an undisclosed target in Lahore sector. The mission details were even kept secret from me. The Canberra formation had a scheduled rendezvous with my formation over our base, at an exact specified time and under strict radio silence. The Canberra's arrived on the dot and made two orbits over the airfield. Our formation of four Gnats took off and We placed our selves 500 yards behind and 50 feet below the four Canberra's who were flying low at 500 feet above ground level. Since the down wash of the Canberra's jet wake was creating turbulence, I moved my Gnats 100 feet above them.
After entering Pak. Territory The Canberra's inched lower down to 200 feet and built up their speed presumably for the final run in to the target. Suddenly they pulled up in a climb for their bombing run. We too pulled up behind them. All hell broke loose, suddenly the sky become full of heavy anti aircraft fire. The sky was peppered with exploding shells. The Gnat is a "tin can" with high density engineering, in other words one hit could be fatal. Realizing the intensity of flak I continued my pull up to 10,000 feet allowing the Canberra's to do their " work", on their own. We had no role in the bombing attack. Our job was to provide air cover up to and over the target and then recover them back to Indian Territory. From the height of 10,000 feet my Gnats were safe and I was still able to keep an eye on the Canberras. The last minute decision to pull up to 10,000 feet was necessary because the Pak. 40 mm anti aircraft shells were fused to "self destruct" at around 9,000 feet. At this height we were safe and were yet able to keep an eye out for any enemy fighters threatening our "wards".
Wg Cdr Bharat Singh (CO) (Standing 6th from Right) along with pilots of No.2 Squadron. This Photograph was taken sometime in 1965 before the September War.
Every thing worked out perfect. After the din and smoke created by exploding of heavy bombs, I saw the Canberra's escaping at low level towards the Indian border. I positioned my formation of Gnats behind them, but kept my height till I had cleared the exploding anti aircraft shells. Since the Canberra's were at a very low height, my formation of Gnats were now the only visible targets for the enemy ack ack. Their 40 mm anti aircraft shells were now exploding directly below us. After clearing the exploding shells I commenced a slow decent keeping an eye on the Canberra's, and at the same time intensely scanned the sky for "enemy air"
I had hardly descended to about 6000 feet when I spotted four PAF Sabres, on our left, low at 11 o'clock, at a distance of about 5 miles. They were busy carrying out rocket attacks on Indian ground positions near Amritsar. I observed that they were flying a left hand orbit, which placed the Canberra formation in their blind spot, or so I presumed!
There was a great temptation on my part to go in for an attack right away, but discipline prevailed. My primary duty was to protect and escort the Canberras safely and in this case, without attracting enemy attention. Since the enemy fighters seemed of no direct threat to the Canberras I continued with my duty of "sneaking" the Canberra's safely across the border; with the remote possibility of returning and engaging the enemy Fighters.
Suddenly one Sabre turned sharply towards the Canberra's and positioned himself for an attack. It seemed that the enemy pilot had failed to spot the four "tiny birds of prey" at 6000 feet above them. I reacted fast and breaking the Radio silence, ordered the Canberra formation to turn, "Hard Starboard - GO," there was no response from the Canberra's. To my horror the Sabre closing in fast had now opened fire, I saw gun smoke puffs from the Sabres nose. Seconds count in Fighter operation. I called again, this time there was immediate reaction, the Canberra's whipped around hard to the right and I simultaneously went in to a semi half roll dive to cut off and intercept the attacking Sabre, that was the last I saw of them, which however included my own three Gnats, who, having received no instructions from me, quite rightly remained with the Canberra's giving them continued cover. There was a tactical mistake how ever, my No, 2 should have followed me unless ordered otherwise. In Air Combat our operating procedures and practices clearly define No. 2's duties. He is "gun fodder" his primary duty is to hang on behind his leader, to observe and keep the leaders tail clear from enemy threat, thus allowing the Leader to concentrate on the task at hand; the destruction of the enemy aircraft.
I sensed at the back of my mind that I was now alone. As I pulling hard out of the dive, I realized that, now single handed, I was facing four enemy Sabres, one ahead of me climbing vertically, having broken off his attack, and the other three some were ahead and to my left. During the process of executing the attack on the lead Sabre I had realized that, to position my self for the attack on the lead Sabre, I would have to deliberately maneuver my Gnat in a manner which would put me between the lead Sabre and his formation of three other Sabres, the latter, now not visible, were some were some were behind and on my left. I realised that under the circumstances I could easily be sandwiched in between and possibly shot down. This tactical air situation was sending shivers up my spine. How ever it was imperative for me to take this risk to press home my attack and at the same time, act as a decoy, to divert the attention of the three Sabres on to me; this would minimize the possibility of a concentrated attack by the three other Sabres, on the escaping Canberra's.
Any way I was so angry and indignant, that I threw caution to the wind and concentrated all my skills towards the destruction of the offending enemy Fighter.
Pulling hard out of my high speed dive, hitting 7g, I positioned my self behind the escaping Sabre. We were now both climbing in the vertical plain, I behind him, with vengeance in my heart, thirsting for his blood. I was boiling with anger, both, at the Canberra's, for their sluggish response which could have very easily ended in disaster and the rude shock at my own complacence for allowing the enemy Fighter to close in to a range from where he could open fire on one of my "chicks" and, very nearly getting away with it. Later I came to know that the tail end Canberra had five or six five bullet holes, but made it safely back to his base.
In retrospect, I must confess that I misjudged the distance and the closing in speed of the Sabre. He got in to firing range very quickly and I was slow in my reaction. Candidly I should have warned the Canberra's earlier, as soon as I had spotted the Sabres attacking our troops and ordered them to "buster" (accelerate to full power) the Canberra's being fast, the Sabre would have no chance of catch up with them. As a bonus, this would have provided the unobserved Gnats a "turkey shoot". Even after 45 years I have never been able to reconcile my self with this serious error of judgment. All I can say; so many things happened so fast "¦hell, I am human!
Pulling out of my high "G"dive and now in the vertical plain I got the enemy Sabre squarely on my gun sight. Having broken off his attack the Pakistani pilot was trying to escape in the vertical plain. In the process of pulling out of my dive I had built up speed of over 500 knots. With this speed in the vertical climb I had serious problems slowing down in spite of closing my throttle fully and opening my air brakes. I realized that if I continued in this manner, with the enemy fighter visible through my front wind shield I would have rammed the Pakistani Sabre. I turned a few degrees to the right and came out parallel to the enemy air craft on my left, I was very close and saw the pilot turn his head and look at me. I was still over shooting him in the vertical plane. I realized immediately that I was in eminent danger because any further acceleration of my Gnat upwards would place the Sabre behind me in a position to get in to my blind spot and then on to my tail and shoot me out of the sky. I had run out of options, and waited for his next move.
This is where the Pakistani pilot, a Squadron Leader, (PAF Sabre Squadrons were Commanded by Squadron Leaders and therefore he was perhaps a Squadron Commander,) signed his own death warrant. He turned to the left, away from me, there by allowing me to easily position my self on his tail. You can not afford mistakes in Air Combat, if you do; you are "a dead duck"!! This one cardinal mistake cost the Pakistani Pilot his life!
I, like most pilots, used three simple techniques in a Dog Fight.
(1) Get on to the enemy tail quickly and at all costs.
(2) Hang on to this position with all your might and wits.
(3) Keep this position and shoot when the opportunity is just right.
(4) Gnats have limited ammo on board and we cannot afford to waste it.
That, as most Fighter pilots would do in Air Combat, was the simple technique I applied in this Dog Fight, except for the preplanned and much discussed tactic of fighting a Sabre in the vertical plain. The Sabre would leave a Gnat "sitting" if the Gnat pilot tried to fight the Sabre on his terms, in the horizontal plain.
The combat now started in earnest. I remember even now 43 years later, that I was icy sober all the anger was gone, replaced by intense concentration and the cold blooded application of my 16 years of training and the thought, "if you don't kill him, he will", kept racing through my mind. Every thing else was blanked off, no Papa no Mama or wife and children, just intense concentration and quivering reflexes.
A fighter pilot after gaining flying experience over the years subconsciously allows his reflexes to take over his normal brain signals. In combat this is vital because reflexes work much faster than brain generated activity. A fighter pilot with high reflexes has a great advantage over others with slower reflexes especially when things are happening very fast.
Right from the start the Sabre pilot was in the defensive mode. Psychologically this placed me in a "win win" mind set. Frankly, if I had been the Sabre pilot I would have taken a very aggressive posture by using continuous and violent maneuvers to shake the Gnat off my tail and continuously jink around preventing the Gnat pilot from placing his gun sight on me. In such a situation it is vital that the pilot under attack takes his fighter to the very edge of its capability hoping that the attacking Fighter would be out maneuvered or if he crosses the edge, (the limiting aerodynamic parameters,) beyond which the attacking Fighter plane would go out of control, or outmaneuvered and fall prey to the Sabres guns. After all what else had he to lose, death is terminal and final.
In our dog fight the Sabre pilot was taking only passive evasive action to avoid my gun fire. I went in to my first attack, a perfect text book pattern and totally missed the Sabre who at the exact moment pulled in to a high "G" turn, shaking me off in to a uncontrollable skid . I quickly went up to my "safe" perch position, high up and behind the Sabre. In each subsequent attack I fired on the Sabre in the horizontal plain and zoomed up to my perch position. In every such attack the Sabre pilot had the uncanny ability to turn hard, exactly when I came in to firing range, he must have had a rubber neck!! This way my Gnat, unable to hold the tight turn, skidded out every time, creating serious problems keeping my Gyro gun sight on the enemy plane.
The Gnat gun sight was highly sensitive to high "G" maneuvers, and the controlling gyro would "topple" in a tight turn.. I wasted a lot of my ammo under these conditions. Now desperate, with low fuel, short of ammunition and probably three Sabres some were behind, possibly on my tail, caused my spinal temperature to fall to freezing point. I had only one last chance, I switched my sights to the Fixed Ring position cutting out the gyro sight and planned to manually apply the good old fashioned one and a half "rad". deflection angle and when the Gnat started skidding out, to use the old fashioned "fly through" method. I did just that. On this, my last and final attack, I laid off one and a half rad and as soon I got into firing range pressed my trigger, as my Gnat started skidding out I held the fixed sight as long as I could, ahead and slightly above the line of flight of the enemy Fighter and then allowed the enemy plane to fly through my long burst of 30 mm shells. Half way through my cannon fire the Sabre dipped its wing to the right and then to the left, dropped its nose and headed toward the ground in a shallow dive. It looked out of control. My guns were now silent, I had run out of ammunition!! I waited for thirty seconds or so, as the Sabre going down disappeared from my line of vision. Then I shot off to home sweet home and as fast as possible. It certainly would not have been very healthy for me to hang around, perhaps with three very angry Sabre pilots on my tail and I, with very little fuel and no ammunition. This is my second principal "He who runs, lives to fight another day."
As an honest Indian, when submitting my mission report, I did not claim this kill because I did not see the tell tale signs of hits normally claimed by other Pilots. There was no smoke, no flames no explosion nor did I see the aircraft hit the ground. How could I, in all honesty claim the "kill"?
How ever the next day my kill was confirmed by the District Commissioner Amritsar. I received information that the District Commissioner Amritsar, Mr. Bedi, had watched the Dog Fight between one Gnat and a Sabre close to Amritsar town and saw the Sabre crash with in Indian Territory, the pilot did not eject and a PAF. Squadron Leaders body was recovered from the crashed aircraft. This information was conveyed by Mr.Bedi to Headquarters Western Air Command, who officially confirmed my kill after receiving Mr. Bedi's report.
This month 43 years ago a lot of nice and capable Fighter pilots from both sides got killed in action. May their souls rest in peace.
A fighter sweep over Pakistan : PAF 104 Starfighters Vs. No.2 Squadron Gnats.
Indian Air Force, after gaining Air Superiority over Pakistan in the Punjab area, the top Indian Air Force planners decided to lure the PAF fighters out of their airfields and engage them using Gnats. The decision was made on the realization that PAF Fighters were conspicuously absent in the Punjab area in the last few days.
I was ordered to select three other pilots and in coordination with the Air Defence staff, plan a "leisurely" Fighter sweep over Pakistan territory. The Patrol height and area was carefully selected where the Pakistan radar and our own radar would have definite pick up on our Fighters. Our Fighters were to maintain radio contact with our Air Defense unit who would maintain a continuous surveillance on our Fighter by tracking us on their Radar scope. I was specifically warned by our Air Defense Fighter Controller that there was a "window" at a point on our flight path were there would be a loss of radar pick up for about a minute or a minute and a half. We were briefed that when this occurred I would be warned. It was understood that the Indian Radar Fighter controller would warn us of any approaching enemy Fighter and give us a running commentary of their position in relation to our Fighters. The discretion to engage the enemy fighters was left to my decision.
After a detailed aircrew briefing along with the ATC (Air Traffic Controller) the Air Defence controller and other sections involved in this operation, we took off in to the clear blue skies and steered a course for our run in point in Pakistan territory. We climbed rapidly to 10,000 feet as we entered Pak air space
It was a nice September morning typical to Punjab. There was no visible sign of deadly war on the ground, it looked so peaceful and quite and the only noise was the lazy drone from my Gnats engine, the sight of the other three Gnats was the only evidence that we were out there to invite Pakistan Fighters to mortal combat.
I ordered the formation in to Battle formation followed by an order"clear your guns" This is a a very short burst to double check that our two 30mm cannons were working.
Reaching our run in point I turned North East parallel to the Indo/Pak border. We started scanning the Western Sky, maintaining a strict look out to our port, the side we expected the enemy threat. We continued a straight and level flight at 10,000 feet, monitoring our fighter controllers commentary for air activity. We were aware that Pak radar and our own radar must have a good pick up on us. Nothing happened; our radar had no pick up of any enemy air activity in that area. At that moment we reached the "null" zone where our Radar would lose pick up on us and also any fighter activity by Pak aircraft. We were warned as we entered the null zone that our radar had lost contact with us. I kept checking the time, one minute then one and a half minute went by yet there was no pick up. I accelerated our planes to combat speed around 450 kts. I warned our Fighter controller that I would turn around if the pick up did not occur very soon. Prolonged loss of radar coverage leaves a formation blind and vulnerable to enemy air attack. The controller insisted that I continue for another one minute, I agreed. Suddenly I started feeling a chill going up and down my spine and an unexplainable sense of danger with an overpowering urge to take evasive action. With the sixth sense of a fox I abruptly ordered my formation "Hard Port, Hard port Go".This is an emergency maneuver to turn round at the maximum rate of turn on ones own axis, maintaining Battle formation. I over rode the Fighter controllers instructions, which is a prerogative of the leader of a Fighter formation.
This maneuver was so fast that we faced the other way with in 30 seconds. The object of this max rate turn is to very quickly turn around because during the turn we have minimum visual scanning ability and a time most vulnerable to an enemy attack.
It seemed that we had, in the nick of time, caught a pair of F-104 Starfighters napping, they were closing in fast, drooling for a kill, It was obvious that the Starfighters were trying to sneak in to a firing position close behind us. As we straightened out facing the way we had come, I received a warning call from my sub section leader who was on my starboard side, "enemy below you crossing from starboard to port". I quickly scanned to my starboard and then to my port! Lo and behold, I saw a dark and a large cigar shaped plane with swept back wings passing under the belly of my Fighter. I was positioned for a perfect kill. He was a dead duck, I was probably 500 to 1000 feet above and three hundred yards behind him positioned just right for a perfect attack from above. I knew I could easily blow him to bits with my gun sight centered on the cockpit. I commenced to roll over to get my 30 mms cannons to bear on to him. I was ready to pump every thing I had in one single continuous burst in to the Starfighter from my two 30 mm cannons, knowing that I would not get a second chance once he cut in his afterburner.
After the war : Wg Cdr Bharat Singh (right) with Air Marshal Arjan Singh during his visit to Halwara.
Suddenly my sub section leader sent a chill up my spine, he called urgently, "Negative, it is a Hunter ". I froze in horror I was just about ready to kill one of our own Fighters! Not believing my eyes I again looked carefully at the cigar shaped plane. It certainly was a Pakistani Starfighter. That hesitation for a couple of seconds was enough to save the PAF Starfighter. Realizing the fatal error I quickly rolled in to the attack. It was too late, the Starfighter was observed by me emitting a large trail of flame from its jet exhaust, he had cut in his after burner and accelerated to a very high speed, leaving me standing, so to speak. It was no use, I had him for a while in my sights, the amber light was glowing on my gun sight, meaning that my gun radar was locked on but his range was around 1500 yard, well out of firing range now. In hind sight I should have given him a good long burst from my canons, if for no other reason, just in retaliation for sending that horrible chill up and down my spine. It seems that this F 104 had a "number 2" with him who escaped breaking west, straight to mama's lap.
The horror of this incident slowly downed on me. Far from being the aggressor we nearly became the victims. I could have very easily lost two Gnats and two good pilots. Thank you my Guardian angel for that "chilly" warning. A couple of seconds delay on my part would have been disastrous and a disgrace on me, the leader of the formation and the Squadron Commander to boot. For no obvious reason the over powering compulsion to turn around fast was so compelling, a feeling I had never experienced in my life.
It seemed that the Starfighters were closing in ready to use their deadly "Vulcan guns" which would have pulverized a Gnat in a second. I was numb and humbled by this uncanny urge which saved two lives and two Gnats. In a few more seconds at least two of us would have been dead.
A detailed discussion during the debriefing clarified the scenario. Just before our Fighters went off our Air Defense radar screen, two Pak Starfighters were scrambled by Pakistani Air Defense to intercept us, thereby falling straight in to our preplanned trap as anticipated. Since our radar had no pick up on us at that very moment it was obvious that our Fighter controller also had no pick up on the scrambled Pak Fighters either. We concluded that once the Starfighters were vectored on to us by Pak radar, on sighting us, the Pak fighters approached us stealthily from behind for the "kill". Fighters are vulnerable at the back, which is their blind spot.
It was surprising that they did not use their Sidewinder missiles, as a matter of fact I was close enough to notice that they were not carrying missiles, which can be fired from a much greater distance. Sidewinders are heat seeking weapons and lock on to a heat source like the Jet wake heat emission from an aircraft. These missiles had a history of failing to lock on and hit the target. This we understood was due to internal malfunctions and confusion caused by their inbuilt sensors sensing multiple heat sources. This was true in our case; we had four heat sources emitted by four different aircraft in battle formation, spread far apart.
What ever the reason, the Pak fighters decided to attack us using their deadly six barreled rotating 20 mm Vulcan gun. The volume of fire from these guns is so intense they could cut an aeroplane in to two or pulverize it in seconds. If my guardian angel had not warned me to turn around at the exact moment, at least two Gnats along with their pilots would have been blown to pieces. To use their deadly guns, it was necessary for them to close in, to firing range of 700 to 800 yards. The standard procedure in the front gun attack mode requires a good over taking speed which is required for breaking away after the attack. Because of our very timely and unexpected emergency turn around maneuver, the Starfighters were caught napping and could not decelerate in time and telescoped in to us, passing directly below us in confusion and disarray. I believe they carried out a defensive split and broke off the engagement. They wisely abandoned their attack and escaped home at very high speed.. They did the right thing, because if they had been foolish enough to take us on in combat, on our terms, there were good chances of them being shot down to the guns of four Gnats. The Gnat is superior to the F-104, in a dog fight except in speed and fire power; missiles are unusable in close air combat involving high "G" maneuvers.
This, much discussed, no frills, mini Fighter proved its worth as the finest Air Combat aircraft on both side of the fence, during the 1965 war with Pakistan. It was more than a match to the Sabre and a serious deterrent to the Starfighter. Its performance, with in its flight envelope parameters, was limited only by the superior ability of the pilot who was flying it.
If one was foolish enough to fly the Gnat in air combat on the terms of, for example, the Sabre, he is asking to be shot down. This happened to one of my experienced flight Commanders in No.2 Squadron, he was lucky to land safely with three or four bullet holes in the rear fuselage section. Thank God the Sabre was using solid ammunition. He made the cardinal mistake of fighting the Sabre in the horizontal plain and was out maneuvered. The same applied to the Starfighter, if the Starfighter pilots chose to engage the Gnat on the Gnats terms the Starfighter was asking for serious trouble. It seemed that the Pakistan Air Force High Command had issued orders to its Starfighters to refuse engagements with IAF Gnats.
During the 1965 War I led a formation of four Gnats on a fighter sweep, with the mission to "seek and destroy enemy Fighters" We had an opportunity to engage two Pak Starfighters. After the initial engagement with our four Gnats, the Starfighters, finding them selves in a critical position, broke off the engagement and returned, full afterburner, to home sweet home. If the Starfighters had not carried out a defensive split in the nick of time, followed by a full after burner escape we would have bagged at least one of them with ease.
This was a classic example of a supersonic fighters choice of fighting the Gnat in the horizontal plain and the choice of engaging the Gnats, using their Vulcan gun instead of missiles. As a matter of fact I was close enough to notice that they were not carrying any missiles at all !! The fact that they had closed in to gun firing range suggests that they were going to use their Vulcan gun and thus placed themselves on equal term with the Gnat in the choice of weapon and combat environment in terms of speed and the choice of engaging in combat in the horizontal plane. at which the Gnat was far superior. They of course had the advantage of speed to break off the engagement and escape.
Yes the Gnat had many teething problems some serious ones which cost us valuable lives. The blame, if any, lies with the high powered team and their advisors for prematurely pulling out and adopting a "raw" Gnat with out insisting on a full post production test flying and evaluation and the follow up necessary modifications directly by Follands, and their supporting engineering and design staff, before accepting the Gnat, blindly.
I am aware of the compulsions which forced this radical process. At that time the Follands were keen to get rid of the Gnat as soon as possible, having been rejected by the Royal Air Force and because of shortage of funds, while the Indians, were desperately seeking to fill the dangerous void in our Fighter Inventory. There also seemed an undue haste on the part of the Indian Government and the Indian fledgling Aviation industry to adopt this "toy" for the further development of the industry in India. Probably they did not realize that this "gnat with a scorpion's sting" was going to get difficult, dangerous and comparatively more expensive in terms of time, accidents and loss of lives, before becoming an efficient weapon of war.
Most accidents at the user end were not pilot error or the lack of ability of the pilots but irreversible malfunctions over which the pilot had little or no control. In fact serious post production testing and evaluation was first carried by a team of experienced pilots at the Air craft and Armament Testing Unit at Kanpur in coordination with Follands far away at Chilbolten resulting in slow development and modifications incorporated in the Gnats under test. Since the Gnat was still in the raw, the final teething problems were identified and corrected at the Squadron in coordination with HAL, resulting in flying accidents killing, mostly young inexperienced pilots some of who had no ways to reverse the problem once it occurred.
I respectfully disagree that the front line Gnats, as available to us, were difficult or dangerous to fly. It was certainly different from other conventional Fighters and the pilot needed to get used to its unconventional aerodynamic characteristics and adopt flying techniques unique to this light weight fighter. What startled me most on my first solo, was the excessive change of trim after take off. Its flying controls were smooth but sensitive at high speed, but the pilots soon learnt to appreciate this and modified the manner of handling the controls with out the loss or reduction of the aircraft maneuverability or performance.
During a training "1 v 1" exercise, I went out of phase in the fore and aft axis in to an uncontrollable short wave oscillation probably due to being rough with the controls. My Gnat immediately reacted like a bucking bronco and shook me to the core of my body. I was so startled that I left the stick; she immediately steadied down purring like a cat having "frightened a mouse under the chair". I never experienced this phenomenon ever again; I had learnt my lesson!
As a gun platform she clearly proved her ability as an effective weapon of war by the number of kills in air combat during the 1965 war. Selected pilots from No.2 Squadron scored over 50% hits on the drogue during its Jamnagar Armament Training. Probably 5 to 10 hits from the deadly 30 mm cannons would be enough to destroy an enemy Fighter. You certainly have to be very precise in your aim because of the narrow cone of fire of the Gnats twin 30 mm cannons. We certainly had a big problem with the Gyro gun sight as it toppled easily under high G combat maneuvers.
In my own case I had to revert to the good old fashioned ring and bead sight and laid off the traditional "one and a half rad" to hit the Sabre. I can vouch for the performance of the Gnat in my fight with this Sabre. He was always on the defensive and never got the chance to make any aggressive moves towards me. I fought him in the vertical plane, and after each pass pulled up to my safe perch position, up and behind the Sabre. During this engagement I never even dreamt of jettisoning my drop tanks which speaks well of the Gnats superior performance.
I fully agree with the pilots having experience on the Gnat, that it was the most exhilarating Fighter to fly and handle in all its three dimensions. Who wouldn't!! A tiny fighter which can climb from wheels roll to 40,000 feet in three and a half minutes; Which can keep up with a MiG-21 in full afterburner, up to 40.000 feet, and scare the pants off a Starfighter in combat. One has to face the enemy in mortal combat to appreciate this mini angel of death.
Let me dwell a bit more on the "unstable gun platform syndrome. Those few of us who have flown the Supermarine Spitfire Mk 14 and the five bladed Mk 18 and stayed long enough to fly the Gnat, will understand clearly what unstability really is. The Spit used to suffer from three factors causing instability. Torque effect from its giant 18 cylinder Griffin engine, gyroscopic and slip stream effect from its giant propellors. Any change in the power, speed and RPM setting would immediately effect your rudder and elevator trim . Therefore you have to fly the Spit by the seat of your pants to keep the "ball" in the center position by using leg power or adjust the manually operated trim tabs. In short you are continuously moving your left hand between your elevator trim tab, the rudder trim tab and the throttle, and using the other hand to use the stick"permanently in manual" to rotate the beast on its three axis to keep your ring and bead centered on your target. Yet the Spitfire shot down hundreds of German fighters in WW II. And so did the Gnat in relative terms. People talk of a stable gun platform fly the Spit and then the Gnat and observe the difference.
Allow me to move a little deeper in to the essentials or the luxury of a so called "stable gun platform. Let those fighter pilots who were lucky to engage the enemy in air combat, tell how many seconds did they use there Fighter as a "Stable gun platform" to aim and fire the guns; For how long did the, enemy pilot, fighting for his life, allow you the luxury of using your Fighter as a steady or stable gun platform. In combat you are not shooting at a benign drogue, allowing you the luxury of obtaining a perfect thirty degrees angle off, then open fire at 700 yds upto 300 hundred yards and then break off. You are in combat man, flying a Fighting machine while your opponent is another Fighter pilot trying all the tricks of the trade to insure that he remains an elusive jinking jelly fish to avoid the lead you are spraying at him from your extremely unstable combat flight conditions. The question of a stable gun platform does not arise as a major issue unless it is radically out of whack, be it a Gnat, a Hunter or even a Spitfire. It is the man behind the machine that matters.
Never the less the Gnat in the hands of an average experienced Gnat Pilot is as stable as required to meet its prime mandate to shoot down the enemy. The Gnat met this criteria with flying colours.
Full marks to Bobby Dey, for who I have very high regards, on insisting and proving the over sensitive slab tail of the Gnat and the resultant lateral instability . I never felt it, perhaps because the modification to the system had already been carried out. As I have said earlier the flying characteristics and the "feel" of the Gnat was different than other conventional aero planes, but once the pilot got used to it, the problem did not exist any more.
I have led the Fighter Block on two Republic day fly past using two sections of Gnats with four aircraft in each section, with at least three to four rehearsals each year, no pilot during any debriefing complained of any problems in station keeping in close formation. It was probably much nicer to fly the Gnat after the modification, thanks to Bobby Dey's insistence and the subsequent modification. Close formation is more of a bonus but not priority one in the primary role of Gnat or any other Fighter.
We learnt quickly in the '65 war that we were best off to fly a loose finger four at low level and perhaps a high level tactical formation when exposed to enemy radar or when expecting enemy air interception by aircraft possibly carrying missiles. The use of close formation has no practical value in the primary role of a fighter. It remains a necessary bonus to have any way.
It may be interesting to regurgitate that during the 1965 war HAL had placed a bounty on the first Gnat shooting down a Starfighter. He would receive a gift of Rs.20,000 collected by contributions from the 20,000 HAL employees. I was inches away from shooting down a Starfighter but for a last minute call from my subsection leader incorrectly identifying the Starfighter as a Hunter. The saying "He who hesitates loses" applied perfectly in my case.
A tragedy! I was flat broke at that time of my life!!!!
Let us now allow this unique , radical and controversial Light Fighter to rest in peace on its 50th year with HAL and be generous in praise as the savior of the Indian sky during the two wars in the 20th Century.
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Gnat Line up - An enemy pilots nightmare.
Data Courtesy:-
Group Captain Bharat Singh : Folland Gnat Experiences in the 1965 War [www.bharat-rakshak.com]
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