I found this site while searching for pictures of the B-47 cockpit to show my wife how small it was.
I rode a 47 from Upper Heyford, England to Ohio in 1964 as the 4th man. Wow, what a ride.
The navigator enter the plane and crawled left at the top of the ladder. The pilot next to the top of the ladder and snaked left and up to his seat.The co-pilot angled right and up onto his seat. As fourth man I had a section of the crawl way at the top of the ladder. Lift the hinged flooring and it became my backrest. The ground crew closed the outer door after pushing the sectional ladder up. The fourth man lifted a curved section of the fuselage and locked it to complete a sealed cockpit for pressurization. Reverse it during an emergency and it became my bailout station.
Surviving a jump was minimal and almost zero with ECM pods on the side.
None of the crew could "walk" around during flight. The pilot and co-pilot had plenty of stretch room in their seats. Remember Jimmy Stewart
stretching during the movie. I crawled forward to give the navigator his in-flight meal and just handed the other two crew members lunches up.
The co-pilots seat swiveled 180 degrees to the gun radar and two 20mm cannon controls. His controls locked forward to do this. I was
permitted to climb up and hang over his back to watch him fire and dump the chafe. The plane shook and felt like it moved sideways.
Movement was very limited due to space and equipment you wore. The AC told me the survival kit I set on would help me survive five minutes in the North Atlantic. That is if I survived the jump.
Those six engines pinned you to your seat during take off. Our six hour flight turned into almost eight because: We lost 10% power on #6 during take off, lost cabin pressure after topping off from a KC-97 off Scotland, stated on full oxygen (except to eat) because of glass flakes in
the cabin due to recent canopy repair and forward main gear wouldn't indicate down on final. I crawled back to the circuit breakers and found none "popped". Another hour of circling and waiting while the runway was foamed, sitting on taxiway while pins were put into gear locks.
Finnally frest Finally fresh air at 2200 hrs. Would I do it again? Nope. Will I remember it forever? You bet ya.
Thanks for listening and if you have questions feel free to e mail me.
TT
I rode a 47 from Upper Heyford, England to Ohio in 1964 as the 4th man. Wow, what a ride.
The navigator enter the plane and crawled left at the top of the ladder. The pilot next to the top of the ladder and snaked left and up to his seat.The co-pilot angled right and up onto his seat. As fourth man I had a section of the crawl way at the top of the ladder. Lift the hinged flooring and it became my backrest. The ground crew closed the outer door after pushing the sectional ladder up. The fourth man lifted a curved section of the fuselage and locked it to complete a sealed cockpit for pressurization. Reverse it during an emergency and it became my bailout station.
Surviving a jump was minimal and almost zero with ECM pods on the side.
None of the crew could "walk" around during flight. The pilot and co-pilot had plenty of stretch room in their seats. Remember Jimmy Stewart
stretching during the movie. I crawled forward to give the navigator his in-flight meal and just handed the other two crew members lunches up.
The co-pilots seat swiveled 180 degrees to the gun radar and two 20mm cannon controls. His controls locked forward to do this. I was
permitted to climb up and hang over his back to watch him fire and dump the chafe. The plane shook and felt like it moved sideways.
Movement was very limited due to space and equipment you wore. The AC told me the survival kit I set on would help me survive five minutes in the North Atlantic. That is if I survived the jump.
Those six engines pinned you to your seat during take off. Our six hour flight turned into almost eight because: We lost 10% power on #6 during take off, lost cabin pressure after topping off from a KC-97 off Scotland, stated on full oxygen (except to eat) because of glass flakes in
the cabin due to recent canopy repair and forward main gear wouldn't indicate down on final. I crawled back to the circuit breakers and found none "popped". Another hour of circling and waiting while the runway was foamed, sitting on taxiway while pins were put into gear locks.
Finnally frest Finally fresh air at 2200 hrs. Would I do it again? Nope. Will I remember it forever? You bet ya.
Thanks for listening and if you have questions feel free to e mail me.
TT