LEFT BELOW: In 1969 at the Cubi Point "O" Club's Grand Opening, LT John Musitano, F-8 pilot from VF-51's Screaming Eagles rides Red Horse 1, misses the wire and suffers the consequences. Photo courtesy of John Musitano.
If you're old enough to have served in the Navy or Marine Corps during the Vietnam War and particularly if you were an aviator, chances are you've heard of the infamous Cubi Point Catapult.
Cubi Point Naval Air Station and the adjoining Subic Bay Naval Base in the Philippines was a place where war-weary Navy and Marine Corps aviators, Marines and Sailors, could let off a little steam after flying combat missions over Vietnam or spending weeks on the gunline aboard ships on Yankee Station.
The managers of the Cubi Point Officers' Club, as well as their counterparts at the other officer and enlisted clubs, were forever tasked with devising new and challenging ways of keeping the warriors entertained.
Enter Cmdr. John L. Sullivan and the now famous Cubi Point Officers' Club catapult. The catapult at the Cubi Point Officers' Club came into existence in 1969 and immediately created a division within naval air among those who had ridden the cat and caught the wire, and those who had ridden the cat and missed the wire and gotten soaked. The escapades of Navy and Marine pilots at the Cubi Point Officers' Club, according to Sullivan, is the stuff of legend.
"These tales will be handed down and embellished as long as we have aircraft carriers in that part of the world," Sullivan said in an article he wrote for Wings of Gold magazine. One of these escapades, according to the retired commander who now lives in St. Mary's County, involved catapulting a squadron mate down a half dozen stairs in a chair from the bar upstairs onto the dance floor below.
"The fact the chair had castors helped little on the stairs. Rarely did a pilot make it down the stairs and onto the dance floor in an upright posture. Most arrived on the dance floor in a crumpled mess. The practice often ended with disastrous results," Sullivan said. "There were broken bones, severe strains, small concussions and numerous other injuries that grounded crack combat pilots," former Commander in Chief, Pacific Fleet, Adm. Maurice 'Mickey' Weisner, said in a recent phone interview. Weisner said that he and Vice Adm. Ralph Cousins, commander, Task Force-77, suggested to Capt. 'Red Horse' Meyers, NAS Cubi Point, that the chair catapulting be eliminated because of the injuries. At the time, Sullivan was the Aircraft Intermediate Maintenance Department (AIMD) officer. "I was called to the skipper's office and asked to come up with a solution," Sullivan recalls. "After a great deal of consultation with my maintenance officers we realized we had an excellent window of opportunity. A new lower club extension to replace an old bamboo bar was in progress.
From that point on we let our imaginations run wild." Heading off to the surplus yard, Sullivan and his band of AIMD scavengers liberated a banged up refueling tank which was quickly converted by the metal smiths into something resembling an A-7 Corsair II. The 'aircraft,' Sullivan recalls, was 6-feet long had shoulder straps and a safety belt and was equipped with a stick that, when pulled back sharply, released a hook in the rear of the vehicle to allow arrestment. Propulsion was provided by pressurized nitrogen tanks hooked up to a manifold. "This arrangement provided enough power to propel the vehicle to 15 mph in the first two feet," said Sullivan. "Acceleration of zero to 15 mph in two feet is the equivalent of the G force of World War II hydraulic catapults. "Beyond the exit from the club was a pool of water 31/2 feet deep. Each pilot had 6 inches to play with if he was to make a successful arrestment. "We named the vehicle 'Red Horse One' in honor of our skipper, Capt. Meyers. Successful pilots, according to the commander, were held in high esteem by their peers and their names were inscribed in gold letters on the club's Wall of Fame. "Reaction time was short because the wire was some 14 feet from the nose of the vehicle. The downward curvature of the track had to be precise. The rollers would bind if the curvature were too sharp. "Since the pool water was the force that stopped the vehicle, we had to get the vehicle as deeply and as quickly into the pool as possible.
Engineers from the Strategic Aircraft Repair Team used their 'slip sticks' to solve the problem. The vehicle was retrieved from the water by a mechanical wench and cable connected to an eye welded to the back of the A-7. Sullivan said that Rear Adm. Roy Isaman, (Naval Air Test Center commander, 1971-74), had a bronze plaque made in Hong Kong which was bolted to the wall next to the catapult with the inscription, 'Red Horse Cat-House.' "The first night the catapult was in operation it attracted a huge crowd. Rear Adm. Isaman was the first to ride the vehicle after it was declared safe by the BIS (Board of Inspection and Survey). No problem since I had recently arrived from the test center at Patuxent River and was declared the BIS representative," Sullivan recalls. "Rear Adm. Isaman manned the cockpit, saluted and was launched. He dropped the hook early and we awaited the hook skip but it didn't happen. Instead the hook caught the rubber we had attached to the steel bumper short of the wire. The hook tore the rubber from the bumper and caught the wire. To the howl of the disappointed junior officers, there was no wet admiral this time. Isaman became the first pilot to trap in the vehicle. "After being presented with a bottle of champagne, Isaman's name was enshrined on the 'Wall of Fame.'
Some 40 pilots rode the Cat that night before another successfully trapped," Sullivan laughed. Word of the Cat quickly spread throughout Southeast Asia and even attracted Air Force F-4 pilots from Clarke AFB. "They would come swaggering in loudly claiming they were equal to the task. Each and every one of them failed to catch the wire, much to the delight of the Navy onlookers. "Enlisted men from AIMD operated and maintained the catapult during their off time. They were compensated for their work from funds we took in for the operation of the Cat. It cost nothing to ride the Cat," Sullivan emphasized, "providing they caught the wire. However, it cost $5 if the rider required rescue from the pool." Sullivan said that of the many dignitaries, who attempted to ride the cat, his favorite was Under Secretary of the Navy John Warner (now a U.S. Senator from Virginia). "After flying in from Japan the secretary was taken to the club for lunch by Rear Adm. Isaman and Capt. Meyers. The secretary had heard of the Cubi CAT and unhesitatingly requested to ride it. Capt. Meyers looked at me; I nodded and immediately took steps to get a crew ready. Word spread rapidly that Under Secretary of the Navy John Warner would try his luck. The club was soon packed with onlookers. "Before launch we outfitted the secretary in a set of white linen coveralls with 'Red Horse Cat House' embossed in bright red letters on the back. Amid the cheers of the onlookers, the secretary bravely launched and promptly landed in the pool. We catapulted him five times after that and each time he got wet. The skipper kicked the bumper plate back about an inch each time hoping he would catch the wire. While the official never noticed this, we all did. He told the skipper after his fifth trip into the pool, 'it can't be done.' "By this time the bumper was back some 12 inches from the wire and was an easy arrest for a pilot who had a launch or two on the CAT under his belt. So 'Red Horse,' in his tropical whites, strapped in. Before launch one of the junior officers kicked the bumper forward to its original 6-inch position. Meyers launched and to the delight of the visiting official, settled ignominiously into the pool. Secretary Warner wouldn't take off the coveralls. He and the skipper, both wringing wet, set down to lunch with dry colleagues. "Several hours later, still wearing the coveralls, the secretary boarded his aircraft.
"The tale of his Cat adventures would be told at the Pentagon, he informed us and the coveralls would be testimony to the validity of his tale." Sullivan completed his tour at Cubi Point in 1971 and returned to Patuxent River. "I am happy to say there were no injuries from riding the Cat during that period, only wounded pride," Sullivan says.
Sullivan returned to Cubi Point in 1979, then employed by Grumman Aerospace Corporation as the Project Manager for the C-2 COD. Much to his dismay the Cat was gone. "The tracks were covered and the pool was filled with cement." Introduced to the new club manager, he asked if I could assist him in putting in a new Cat. I felt like a dinosaur whose time had passed. I believed that as long as there was a Cubi Point there would be a fun place for naval aviators to unwind. In the midst of it all would be the "Cat" and the 'Wall of Fame.'
Now both are gone. What remains is my fond memories of the officers and men of AIMD whose ingenuity and hard work made the "Cat" a reality in 1969. "Today it remains a 7th Fleet legend."
Subject: RE: The Cubi Cat Shot
From: Dutch Rauch
Great story. Thanks for passing it along.
As I'm sure you did, I launched - and paid. I have a VP-19 yearbook with pics of the cat shot in it. You and I were out there at the same time, as I recall - circa '72. Here's my footnote to the story.A former POW, who allegedly became born-again as he parachuted into North Vietnamese custody, swore he would build a church if he ever survived the ordeal. He did survive, became CO of Cubi Point, built a new base chapel, tried to convert Cubi O'Club into a family club, removed the cat shot, forbade the display of nude centerfolds anywhere on the base (which was a disaster for the VR-50 ready room in the BOQ annex, in which you might recall, the walls and ceiling were completely covered with Playboy centerfolds), tried to get the bars shut down in Olongopo - he was a real force to reckon with. I can't remember his name, but I was out there in 77-78 just after he left.
The atmosphere on the base among both the enlisted men and the officers was awful. He initially filled the cat shot pool with dirt and planted flowers in it (adding insult to injury). But the flowers died, so he filled the pool with cement and converted the downstairs space into a teen- agers disco. I suspect what he really wanted was to close the club and herd everyone into his new chapel. He certainly changed the demeanor of the club - it was no longer fun to go there, so he drove everyone out into town, thereby producing the exact opposite of his desired result. ----------
More CAT Tales
Subject: Who was the CO when the CAT was closed as asked by Dutch?
I believe at the time was around April/May 1975. I was OinC of the CV 41 beach det. All the jets were on the beach since Frequent Wind evacuation helos 'took over' the ship. I believe he was a former POW but for the life of me I can't remember his name. I do remember a tall-slender guy with grey hair though. If he went on to be CNAL could it could have been Tom Kilcline? I didn't think he was a former POW though. We had some troops on the beach that didn't have time to get all their gear off the ship. I asked him if they had a Navy Relief shop that might assist. All I got was a blank stare.
Thanks to Slick -
Subject: RE: A Piece of History
Just some 'old Navy family trivia' but for those who visited and/or lived in Subic, and frequented the Cubi bar, I think this might be interesting. My main 'squeeze' of nearly 39 years and I attended the Skyhawk Retirement at P'Cola a couple years ago. I had always told her that the club was moved to the museum without giving it much thought. As with many other Vietnam tailhook Navy brides, she had visited the club during those years, as well as many times when I commanded the Checkertail Adversaries, 78-80. When we entered the 'Cubi Club' just before the Skyhawk events, and started to walk up the 'ramp' to the bar, tears flowed from her eyes, and patrons looked at her with puzzled faces. Man, did that ever take us both back to the days when...
Frankly, I can't think of any profession that has been shared by so many people, that can bring back the memories like the Cubi Bar does for Vietnam veterans. Whose ever idea it was, God bless you...you've saved an important part of Navy and Marine Corps aviation history.
Subject: RE: A Piece of History
Thanks to "Combat"
Subject: A Piece of History
For those of you who remember the Cubi Point O'Club. I believe some of this was printed in Wings Of Gold.
I recall arriving in Cubi Point with VA-35 in Enterprise December 1966. At the time I was your ever lovable company field rep that endured your cynical barbs, your questionable humor and never made fun of the fact that you could face a SAM battery every day of the week and yet live in fear that some > Marine at the Maingate would write you up for violating the midnight curfew.
I often thought..."what in the hell is the Admiral going to do...put you in an A6 and send you to Vietnam?" The O'club du jour at that time was the old one down on the hillside. Large plate glass windows looking out over the harbor that occasionally were the targets of flying champagne bottle (much to the dismay of the club manager). Climbing in the exposed rafters like monkeys and setting fire to the dangling crepe streamers while seeing who could let them burn the longest without torching the club was another time consuming "manly" sport used to fruitlessly distract the young aviators from the eventual trip to Paulines or the Zanzibar in the "po".
Cat traps were as much in vogue then as when Red Horse #1 later came on line in the new club. The approach was just a little different...more primitive but still testing the same motor skills and sanity. The old fashioned micarta topped tables would be cleared of their table clothes and about 3 or 4 would be placed end to end. The smooth surface would be doused with water and the intrepid carrier "jock" was then challenged to make an arrested landing by running full speed and belly flopping across the wet, slick table. His "arrestment" goal was to catch the wire (the rolled up table cloth) stretched across the approach end of the table with his toes. With his hands at his side he had the choice of a "table cloth engagement" or go slithering off the bow and usually land face first on the deck. These shots were invariably accompanied by the requisite JO in the mooning position. The castered barrel chair cat shot then reigned the supreme test of the dauntless aviators flying skills. It was a sight that made one want to go back for another drink. I was always so thankful that field reps are not considered eligible for carquals.
On a later trip to Cubi in the 1972 timeframe I recall watching the "cyclic ops" transpiring down in the bar. Bolter after bolter with an occasional "protested hook skip" ["the dashpot wasn't properly serviced or I would have gotten that wire"] interspersed with the rare "OK 3 wire" engagement. What really impressed me most was the white nylon jump suit that was available for the ladies to wear in lieu of their normal attire. They could wear the jump suit over their undies if they chose to leave them on.
The real delight was to see them climb out of the pool of water with the now clinging and almost transparent jump suit displaying the best attributes of their unique femininity. Can you imagine such an event in this day of political correctness?
It is my understanding that "Boxman" was the Station CO when Cubi closed and it is he who we have to thank for the preservation of the historical (and emotionally) valuable club memorabilia that might otherwise ended up as decorations in Papa Guyaos.
Regards, Bill (NCS)
From the AUGUST Issue
Bruce Marshall wrote the following to some of his former shipmates. One of them, Stephen Coonts, the famous author - "FLIGHT OF THE INTRUDER", "CUBA", "HONG KONG", et al - and former Naval Aviator copied FLIGHT LINE.
In a note from Bruce to the editor, he says "be sure everyone knows my addition to the original article is just one guy's fuzzy recollections sparked by the original piece which was very accurately done by someone who was there when the cat was built."
That said, here's Bruce Marshall's two cents worth, and thanks Bruce we enjoyed reading your comments. Thank you too, Stephen.
From Bruce Marshall
My first Cubi recollections are of the original Bamboo Bar (Fall of'61 and Spring of '63). It was a "little grass shack" motif, and was the spot allocated to the fleet crazies - (if you wanted a nice quiet dinner in a family atmosphere you went to the club on the Subic side that was up in the housing area, and we did, at least the night before we went back out).
The original Cubi Club had a bamboo thatch roof, screens all around and steel rods from post to post that kept the whole thing together. The sport in those days was "rafter-swinging". A properly "fueled" aviator could make a circuit of the club swinging from these rods without touching the ground for the reward of another trip to the fuel pit. Failure meant buying a round.
By the time I returned during the war (Nov '68 to Apr '69), a new Cubi Club had been built up the hill from the bamboo bar, partly, I suppose so the Cubi families wouldn't have to trek to Subic for a quiet meal in a nice atmosphere, and partly to have a club of cement construction to withstand the inevitable typhoons. Peace reigned (with the fleet types killing brain cells down the hill) until a storm wiped out the old club and there was no other place for the guys coming off the line to go. This is the point at which the first "chair down the half flight of stairs" game started - and the rest is very well told below.
The art of a successful "trap" was releasing the hook JUST before the arresting wire. The steel bumper referred to below was 6" before the wire and successfully caused any hook dropped early to skip over the cable.
My last cruise (June - Nov '75) it all seemed tamer (or maybe I was) though I don't remember the straight CO. There was more going on in the Cubi BOQ Bar, home of the infamous Cubi Dog, and its pool. Anyway, many thanks for the "Cubi Cat Shot" history. I'm going to share it with former shipmates.