Boyd: The Fighter Pilot Who Changed the Art of War PDF
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Copyright Copyright © 2002 by Robert Coram All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review. Hachette Book Group 237 Park Avenue New York, NY 10017 Visit our website at www.HachetteBookGroup.com First eBook Edition: March 2010 ISBN: 978-0-7595-2777-5 To John Pennington: my mentor in the newspaper years, my fellow traveler in the wilderness years, and my inspiration forever.He died too soon. Contents Copyright Acknowledgments Prologue: Reminiscences Part 1: FIGHTER PILOT Chapter 1. Haunted Beginnings Chapter 2. The Big Jock and the Presbytreian Chapter 3. Fledgling Chapter 4. K-13 and Mig Alley Chapter 5. High Priest Chapter 6. Pope John Goes Severely Supersonic Chapter 7. Rat-Racing Chapter 8. Forty-Second Boyd and the Tactics Manual Part 2: ENGINEER Chapter 9. Thermo, Entropy, and the Breakthrough Chapter 10. Chapter 11. The Sugarplum Fairy Spreads the Gospel Chapter 12. Pull the Wings off and Paint It Yellow Chapter 13. “I’ve Never Designed a Fighter Plane Before” Chapter 14. Bigger-Higher-Faster-Farther Chapter 15. Saving the F-15 Chapter 16. Ride of the Valkyries Chapter 17. The Fighter Mafia Does the Lord’s Work Chapter 18. A Short-Legged Bird Chapter 19. Spook Base Chapter 20. Take a Look at the B-I Chapter 21. “This Briefing is for Information Purposes Only” Chapter 22. The Buttonhook Turn Part 3: SCHOLAR Chapter 23. Destruction and Creation Chapter 24. OODA Loop Chapter 25. Reform Chapter 26. The Great Wheel of Conspiracy Chapter 27. Boyd Joins the Marines Chapter 28. Semper Fi Chapter 29. Water-Walker Chapter 30. They Think I’m a Kook Chapter 31. The Ghetto Colonel and the SecDef Epilogue: El Cid Rides On Appendix: “Destruction and Creation” Sources Bibliography About the Author Acknowledgments RARELY has a writer approached a subject where so many people were so anxious to help. This was not because of my winning ways and bubbling personality; it was because John Boyd inspired such passionate feelings among those who knew him and who wanted to be sure his story was told in the proper fashion. Researching this book brought me into frequent and lengthy contact with the men who were close to Boyd: the Acolytes. The distance I always keep between myself and the people I write about disappeared when I met these men. For my more than two years of researching and writing this book, Franklin “Chuck” Spinney was the “go to” person for everything I needed. Him I owe the most. Chuck Spinney, Tom Christie, Pierre Sprey, Ray Leopold, Jim Burton, and Mike Wyly are as fiery and idealistic today as they were back in the 1960s and 1970s and 1980s. For the endless hours they spent with me going over those white-hot years—and for their friendship—I shall always be grateful. Mary Boyd, Kathy Boyd, Jeff Boyd, and John Scott Boyd could not have been more forthcoming during many talks about their family. Often it was painful for everyone involved. Mary Ellen Holton, as Boyd’s executrix, was particularly helpful in obtaining personal family papers. It is a measure of the respect Boyd evoked that Vice President Dick Cheney took time to talk about his old friend. The generosity of his comments added much to the book. Of the dozens of others who helped, a few must be singled out. Jack Shanahan, a brilliant Air Force officer, spent months walking me through Air Force history, Air Force culture, the subtleties of Officer Efficiency Reports (ERs), the intricacies of air combat, and a hundred other details of Air Force life. Grant Hammond was always willing to share the insights that came from spending hundreds of hours with Boyd in the mid-1990s. Vernon Spradling remains the institutional memory of the Fighter Weapons School as it was in the 1950s and 1960s. He proves that memory does not have to decline with age. Ron Catton has the wisdom that comes from having a wild youth followed by a distinguished Air Force career and a highly successful business career. His guidance was invaluable. Chet Richards is a consultant and lecturer on Boyd’s ideas as applied to business. He has the keen logic of a mathematician and he saved me from many mistakes. Dr. Wayne Thompson at the Office of Air Force History provided documents I might never have known about. At Georgia Tech, Bob Harty, Marie McVay, Debbie Williamson, and Kathy Tomajko brought depth and dimension to the chapter about Boyd’s two years at that respected institution. And my friend Grady “Himself” Trasher spent hours telling me of Tech as it was during his student days in the early 1960s. Jim Stevenson knows all there is to know about airplanes. He shared his knowledge. For about thirty years, a group of men has met every Wednesday night in the Officers Club at Fort Myer, across the river from Washington. In few other places in America can you find a room filled with men who have made more of a contribution to national defense than these men have. They are legends all. And they are why I always timed my trips to Washington so I could be there on Wednesday. A few additional notes. I happen to have the best literary agent in New York. Mel Berger of the William Morris Agency gets the job done. Quickly. This book covers a long and tumultuous time in American military history. To insure accuracy, many people mentioned in the book have read part or all of the manuscript. Any errors, however, are mine alone. I edited the manuscript on St. Catherines Island. No writer ever had a better place to work, and I am forever grateful to my good friend Royce Hayes, the superintendent of that remote island off the Georgia coast. Finally, my deepest appreciation as always is to my wife, Jeannine Addams. My life has been altogether different because of her. Prologue Reminiscences ON March 20, 1997, a somber crowd gathered in the Old Post Chapel at Arlington National Cemetery, across the Potomac from Washington, D.C. They came to attend the memorial service for Colonel John Richard Boyd, United States Air Force, retired. Winter often lingers in the hills of northern Virginia. And on that Thursday morning a cold rain and overcast skies caused many in the crowd to wrap their winter coats tighter and to hurry for the doors of the chapel. Full military honors were provided for Boyd—a ceremonial detachment that included an honor guard, band, rifle squad, and flag-draped caisson drawn by six gray horses. Boyd was a fighter pilot. He wore the Air Force uniform for twenty-four years. During that time he made more contributions to fighter tactics, aircraft design, and the theory of air combat than any man in Air Force history. But on that soft and dreary day when Boyd’s ashes were laid to rest, the Air Force all but ignored his passing. Only two uniformed Air Force officers were in the congregation. One, a three-star general, represented the Air Force chief of staff. He sat alone in the front row and was plainly uncomfortable. The other was a major who knew Boyd’s work and simply wanted to pay his respects. Neither man had ever met John Boyd. A chaplain opened the Protestant service. Then, one by one, three of Boyd’s oldest friends walked to the front of the chapel. Tom Christie, a tall, white-haired man, solemnly read the Twenty-third Psalm. Ron Catton, one of Boyd’s former students and a fellow fighter pilot, delivered the first eulogy. He quoted Sophocles: “One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.” As he told what it was like to fly with Boyd back in the old days, his lips trembled and his speech became rushed. Some of those present turned their eyes away, stared at Boyd’s linen-draped urn, and remembered. There was much to remember, for few men have had such a splendid day as John Boyd. Boyd’s friends smiled broadly, a few even chuckled, as they recalled Boyd at his loud, arm-waving, irrepressible best. The chuckles must have puzzled the chaplain. A military funeral with full honors is marked by dignity and solemnity.
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