Adventures with Chuck

1947: Recording the Shock Wave on the X-1

By Victoria Yeager / October 13, 2014

Ridley put holes in the horizontal stabilizer and connected them to a recorder. Each flight he could see what the shock wave was doing. c. GCYI

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Broken Ribs Before Breaking the Sound Barrier

By Victoria Yeager / October 13, 2014

October 12-13, 1947: In Chuck Yeager’s own words: Sunday night (October 12, 1947), after eating dinner at Pancho’s, Glennis and I decided to go riding. Glennis suggested a race back to the corral. As I got very close, in the lead, I saw someone had closed the gate. My horse and I pulled about 3…

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Capt Yeager meets Howard Hughes

By Victoria Yeager / September 13, 2014

General Yeager in his own words: “I read this today: ‘Sept 13, 1935 – Aviator Howard Hughes, Jr., of Houston, set a new airspeed record of 352 mph with his H-1 airplane (Winged Bullet).’    Hughes helped design and flew the Spruce Goose. Once. November 2, 1947. History re that is here: The Largest Flying Boat…

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It Has a Handbook Doesn’t It? F-100 and Crossfield

By Victoria Yeager / September 8, 2014

I had flown the F-100 a lot and had delivered one to Scott Crossfield to fly. I asked him if he wanted me to check him out. No, it has a handbook, doesn’t it? said Crossfield arrogantly. Me: Be my guest. And I walked out. A few days later, Paul Bickle, Assistant Chief of the…

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Training Jackie Cochran-to Become 1st Woman to Break Sound Barrier

By Victoria Yeager / May 18, 2014

I first met Jackie Cochran in 1947, not long after I broke the sound barrier, in Secretary of the Air Force Scott Symington’s office. She was a tall, blonde woman in her forties. “I’m Jackie Cochran,” she said pumping my hand. “Great job, Captain Yeager. We’re all proud of you.” She invited me to lunch…

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B-51 – Chuck Yeager & Russ Schleeh

By Victoria Yeager / May 17, 2014

Even Col Boyd never got to fly it – although he wanted to do so, he never found the time. In the ’50s, I used to fly it cross country to get home to Hamlin – speedy for its day. Three engines. Russ Schleeh and I were two of the first to fly it. Only…

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World War II: Waiting Orders to Go Back on Combat

By Victoria Yeager / May 15, 2014

While waiting to get back on combat, after returning from being shot down, I was doing some maintenance and training the new guys. I was up in the air mock dogfighting with a couple of new guys when Base Ops called: Are your guns hot? Me: Yes. BO: Go out over the North Sea, there’s…

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Tiede Refuses to I.D. me and Almost Gets US Both Court-martialed.

By Victoria Yeager / May 15, 2014

After returning to England from being shot down, working with the Maquis and French Underground, escaping over the Pyrenees full of snow, I was taken to a panel of three colonels whose job is to determine if I am who I say I am and not a spy. They brought a guy from my squadron…

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Chuck Yeager – F-100D

By Victoria Yeager / April 30, 2014

I usually flew 6590 – a two seater. He could do the flight planning….and I could fly. But this was a single seater.   c. GCYI

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March 1944 – Escaping the Germans – Pyrenees – Slow Going

By Victoria Yeager / April 19, 2014

Exhausted from climbing for 2 days and a night in three foot thick snow, close in trees, not much to eat, we fell asleep in a hut we came upon. It seemed like minutes later when we heard gunfire. The Germans had spotted the other guys socks he had hung out to dry. Shoot, then…

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March 1944: Escaping the Germans over the Pyrenees

By Victoria Yeager / April 6, 2014

By the first light, we set out in the rain, deciding to at least start out together and see how it goes. By noon, two of us have made it to the timberline in gale winds. The others are not even in sight. The French have provided bread, cheese, and chocolate in our knapsacks. The…

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March 26, 1944: Pyrenees Foothills: AVOID border Spanish-might sell us to Gestapo

By Victoria Yeager / April 2, 2014

The moment I hop in the back, the truck takes off. There are four or five other guys seated on the benches, and nobody says a word. mainly because they are too busy hanging on while the driver barrels down twisting backstreets, doing fifty or better. I hear the guy seated next to me mutter,…

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