It would be four more terms spread over the next two years, before we were found qualitatively worthy of wearing the pinstripes of a Pilot Officer.
March 13, 2013
A recollection of the first term or the ‘boot camp’ phase of cadets' training, written on the 40th anniversary of enlistment of 60th GD (P) Course in the PAF.
19 March 1973. Having reported at PAF Base Lower Topa in the Murree Hills a day late due to a family commitment, I was relieved to know that the fury of the storm that had been unleashed on the new arrivals of 60th GD (P) Course, had subsided. My ‘welcome’ somehow got waived off as the rest of the course had been ragged so savagely the previous night, that the seniors thought it prudent to let everyone rest, lest the Sick Quarters filled up beyond the limited capacity.
Another agreeable development was that I, along with another course-mate Inamullah, was put up in a room along with two seniors of 51st Non-GD Course, a make-shift arrangement which providentially turned permanent and, provided a benevolent cover from the prowling seniors. We both made good friends and, were able to learn the ropes much faster than the rest. I had been seasoned to the bones at Cadet College Hasanabdal, where dodging and malingering had been practiced to perfection, along with the usual studies and sports, spread over an exciting five years. Inam had already been a capable radar technician in the PAF and knew how to avoid imminent threats from all quarters. Coupled with unwitting help from our room-mates and, given our backgrounds, we were the smartest on the street, as it were.
The rest of our course was huddled up in several dormitories, each packed to capacity with about a dozen cadets. The pin drop silence in the dorms after lights-out was broken by heart-rending sobs, so we learnt. In our own room, one of the seniors by the name of Sial would break into a guttural aria while half asleep, which went: “I like drilllllllll.” That is when we discovered that he had been roughed up out of his senses by the senior-most cadets of 59th GD(P), and it also confirmed our apprehension that we had a long way to go up the multi-tiered seniority ladder.
We got an early lesson in flowery military lingo when one of our course-mates who had picked up a slight limp due to the previous night’s ragging, was shouted at by the seniors for ‘limping like a hag’; it got us wondering how a case of orthopaedics could be linked to the oldest profession with such facility! Unknown to us in the first few days was this fellow’s somewhat self-conscious habit of covering his lips with his hand when laughing – complete with the little finger tipped up – which had been noted by a sharp-eyed senior, thus the epithet.
While it would take a few more days to break us mentally, we made a quick and clean break from our physical selves after our first haircuts. The barbers administered the infamous ‘zero cut’ at the rate of about three minutes per head, on the average. Those with moustaches had to submit to a screeching clean shave, and the worst hit were the couple of Pathan cadets who would have given anything for preserving their man-pride. One last look at the mirror revealed that our eyebrows now looked frighteningly hairy on our bald-as-a-coot visages. Shuffling over heaps of shorn black locks in the barber shop, we rushed for a quick bath, to be in time for an ‘assembly’ for haircut inspection.
“You want to be fighter pilots? Have you seen your bloody heads? You will not be allowed to disgrace the helmets,” someone shouted. Amidst loud laughter, the seniors reminded us that we were not even fit to be chaabri-walas (hawkers). “Ayuk, show them the ‘Indian’ position,” shouted Hasan Rizvi, the handsome and smart Wing Under Officer. Our curiously named course-mate, Ayuk Elburz, had come from PAF College Sargodha, and was familiar with some of the prevalent punishments. He fell out of the flight for a demo, went down for what seemed like push-ups and rested his head on the pavement while folding his hands behind his back. We watched in horror as his widespread toes and his freshly shorn head were all that supported his stout frame. “Open order march and get to Indian,” came the loud and clear orders to the rest of us. A shuffle of boots was the last that was heard, before all 43 of us fell to the ground in the weirdly prostrate posture. Rizvi was supervising the assembly with such a fluent flow of invectives that everyone in attendance was in utter awe. “You better learn to be men, you shameless sissies … this is just the beginning,” he shrieked at us, going almost hoarse.
Just to be sure that the road gravel did not dig into our foreheads, Rizvi decided to give us a short break. In a finely delivered speech rich in hair-raising profanities, he told us to behave ourselves and not to repeat what had been done, or he would punish us like never before – he would simply rip us apart! While each one of us was wondering what the lapse might have been, Rizvi broke up the course into the two squadrons and handed us over to the respective appointment holders, “to continue rubbing them till the morning.” With an air of absolute authority, he climbed up the steps and stood on the balcony in front of his room, arms folded, watching the show with a strangely gratifying sneer. Rizvi could have won an Oscar doing the Gestapo tormentor.
Just as we were re-forming for the second session of the ‘learning-to-be-men’ exercise, we picked up an eerie shadow emerging from behind a tree in the cold night. Soon it transformed into a junior officer wearing a trench coat and a peaked cap. A nearby senior cautioned his course-mate Sergeant Ali Haider about the arrival, by whispering, “chachu hai, chachu”. Our flight was brought to attention and a salute presented by Ali Haider, who was now supervising the assembly. “You can continue,” allowed the officer. To our shock, the officer looked on as Ali Haider broke into the usual harangue of behaving ourselves, failing which, “this is how you will be treated. Open order march.” Fantastic! We were being punished for an infringement that could possibly occur in the future. Ali Haider, who looked every inch a sadist, could be utterly expressionless while at work. He told us, almost politely, to start running on the spot, approaching each one of us with a whispered advice to raise the knees high up to the level of his nose, or else. It was a marvel that his impassive demeanour could elicit such an enthusiastic response from the exhausted cadets at this late hour. He seemed to be in no hurry and calmly got to work, as some of his not so confident course-mates loitering about also chipped in with a curse or two. After about half an hour of punishment, the officer watching the proceedings called Ali. We prayed to Almighty that it would be over for the night. Ali Haider walked back and announced that he was taking a light view of our misbehaviour, but told us that it would require scores of such sessions to get us fully back to our senses. “Assemble again at the same spot tomorrow, immediately after dinner …. and Asif, I would like to see you frog jumping back to your room. You clot, I will wipe that smile off your face for ever,” he shouted. Asif, a hardened Alamgirian, who could not help but maintain a good-humoured expression in the worst of circumstances, was seen to have an attitude that Ali Haider could not stand. Sadly, Asif suffered much retribution at the hands of this senior throughout the first term.
On the second day of our arrival, we were allotted our service numbers. I had been allotted Pak No 93371 which gave me a unique identity and, was assigned to No 1 Squadron, one of the two ground training squadrons in the Cadets’ Wing which looked after all aspects of General Service Training. It was made clear to us that nominally we may be Flight Cadets, but for all legal purposes, our status was that of an Airman Second Class (AC-II), the lowest of all ranks and, that we should not harbour notions of being anywhere near to being an officer.
Soon after issue of numbers, the preliminary issue of ‘Clothing and Necessaries for Cadets’ started. The items included an assortment of shirts, trousers, jackets, socks and shoes for the most part, but there were gloves, epaulettes, badges, bow ties and, a tin ‘cabin trunk’ to pack all of the stuff into. Out of our government allocation of Rs 2,800/- each, we had spent Rs 1,600/- on a total of 64 items, with the balance saved up for some sparkling new issues if we made it to our graduation parade, some distant day. The costliest item was an elegant ‘Made in
raincoat worth Rs 256/-, and the cheapest one was a pair of suspenders for Rs 3/-. We were lucky not to have been intercepted
while lugging our trunks back to our rooms, or the seniors would have certainly
tested our running abilities while ‘fully kitted.’ England
After allotment of our kits, we were photographed individually, as well as in squadron groups. Most of the glum faces had uncertainty writ large on them, as if awaiting a punishment reprieve for a crime they had not committed. Those squadron group photographs are now the most nostalgic possessions, with the youthful faces seemingly staring through the haze of four decades, though in reality some departed a bit early in Life, while those remaining are getting gnarled by Time as they wait on!
In the afternoon we were again assembled, this time for issue of ‘service names’ by the senior cadets who turned out in large numbers, led by the witty and amusing Zulqarnain from 59th GD (P) Course. Some of our gullible course-mates actually thought that it was something official till they were assailed with crude and lewd names, worthy of scoundrels and rogues. There was no question of complaining as it was all considered part of manly training. The enemy could do worse if we ever fell in their hands, we were told, so name-calling had to be taken in stride. We later learnt that it was PAF’s age-old tradition and many a senior officer of star rank continued to humour the service, though with more respectable nicks like bijju, chitta, jhoota, ghorra, kaalia, khota, khushki, maashki, mochi, mota, tunda, etc.
While it was the prerogative of the seniors to give service names, the nicks assigned by course-mates were much more realistic and enduring. It so happened that Rauf, one of our course-mates, found himself declared medically fit and placed in the ultimate Category A1B-A3B by the Central Medical Board, despite having one leg shorter than the other. The doctors of yesteryears did not feel the need to make the candidates walk a few paces and, preferred some groping and probing to see if the limbs, etc, were in working order. It is a greater wonder that Rauf got through his complete Academy training by secretly stuffing one of his shoes with padding. The suspicions of his dorm-mates were, however, aroused in the first few days when he wore the ordinary unpadded slippers; he was aptly named Kaido, after the lame and bad-humoured uncle of Heer-Ranjha fame. It was very entertaining to call him by that name, for Rauf was not only short in one leg, he was short in temper too!
One day, the whole course was given the undignified punishment of murgha, in which one is supposed to contort himself into what looks like a repentant hen-pecked rooster. Ali Shah, a course-mate of ours who was a gaddi nasheen and a proud scion of a saintly order in his hometown, could not take this slight and squeaked to the authorities. The matter was taken seriously, and the offending seniors were warned by the Cadets’ Wing officers. Shah jee immediately launched a charm offensive on the irate seniors, to ward off any suspicion. The course as a whole took the flak, however, without knowing who had actually complained. It only came to be known much later, why Shah jee had suddenly turned servile and was so eager to please the seniors.
A rather odd demand made of us by the seniors was to carry a list of their names and service numbers in our pockets at all times – besides the mandatory handkerchief. If the seniors could not find anything wrong with our marching, dress or haircut, they would ask for the names list and invariably find fault with an odd spelling or the number. The list would then be torn to shreds and we were told to prepare a new one within a short time. A particularly fussy senior of 59th GD (P), by the name of Ghazi, was most heartless in tearing up the meticulously prepared lists. This wasteful activity continued for a couple of weeks, till the seniors were sure that we knew the correct spellings of names, as well as the proper appointments of the seniors.
In the first few days, we were inoculated, just in case one of us was carrying an infectious disease brought along from some far flung area of the country. Word soon spread that the vaccination was actually a shot for temporarily immobilising some of our bodily functions, so that all our youthful energies could remain focused on training. Preposterous as the rumour was, some of the more naïve cadets got worried if the effects turned out to be permanent! It later transpired that this, like many other mischievous ones, was an old story that had been doing the rounds at the Academy for ages. Atta (or Aattu), a perennially relegated senior and a bit of a joker, was later discovered to be the source of several similar rumours that would surface every once in a while.
Instructions from officers as well as the senior cadets kept on flowing at a baffling rate. We were told that till such time we learnt to march properly, we had to run everywhere, except to and from the mosque. Marching would be taught in drill periods and, would be followed by a critically important saluting test after six weeks. Passing the test would also confer the much longed for privilege of wearing the proper service uniform, rather than the grey jersey, flannel trousers and bulbous-toed ammunition boots that we were temporarily dressed in. Only those who passed the test would be allowed to ‘book-out’ on weekends to Murree, or cities beyond. It was earnestly hoped that our hair would have also have grown a few millimetres more to confer some respectability while loitering in the bazaars. Our bottlebrush hairstyle was, however, quite in contrast to the hippy-like flowing manes and long sideburns sported by civilians, as was the rage in the early seventies.
Within the premises of the Base, we had to pay our compliments to the seniors by shouting out, ‘Assalaam-o-alaikum sir’ at ‘Strength 5,’ which was considered the highest noise a human voice box could generate. For officers, we had to ensure that the decibel level was much more controlled while paying our respects. The compliments process had to be so timed that it lasted a total of five paces and, the ‘sir’ part was to be blurted out when exactly opposite the subject; the head had to turn in the direction of His Majesty so that the eyes made respectful contact, and the arms had to be ‘locked’ by the sides lest their flailing appeared like some obscene gesture. It was thought that if one could master things like the tricky salutation manoeuvre, he had all the makings of a fighter pilot.
More instructions followed regarding our expected conduct in the Mess. Meals had to be finished within a few minutes but with complete table etiquette. In the dining hall, we first-termers could sit only on ‘quarter chair’, meaning that just the sit-bones and the wooden frame edge could make contact. Trouble awaited anyone who tried to comfort his whole derrière on a full seat. Meals were often disrupted by the appointment holders to make unpleasant announcements like a punishment assembly, for some lapse or omission. The worst announcement, however, pertained to running the mile for the Physical Efficiency & Running Test, soon after lunch. The test was never announced in advance, to preclude the possibility of anyone reporting sick in the morning.
Balancing ourselves on the road while wearing the heavily hob-nailed and horse-shoed ammo boots, was quite an act. The infamous ‘
Good Hope’, a dangerous hairpin bend with a very steep gradient, was
particularly favoured by the seniors for making us frog jump for a
knee-shattering distance of 70-80 metres.
Bellowing and hurling curses at us, they would take immense pleasure in
seeing us slip and land on our bottoms, if we were lucky enough not to flip and
roll down unstoppably, that is! Our
course-mate Sufi often toppled over, recovering badly bruised each time; unhappily,
he had a centre of gravity issue that inhibited gainful use of his
physique. After ‘rounding the Cape’,
those of us who could still manage to be up on their feet would straggle past a
wall, to be confronted by a supremely ironic message painted on it: “The spirit
which knows not to submit, which retires from no danger, is the soul of a
From the third day on, we were scheduled for Morning Jerks, a pre-sunrise activity that was no more than the standard PT, but having a funny name to it. A couple of rounds in the sports stadium, followed by some vigorous physical exercises for half an hour is how we were ‘jerked’ into the new day. The activity always culminated in a loud cheer, ‘Haider!’ complete with a schoolboy clap over the heads. The shout often gave the naughtier cadets an opportunity to vent out their frustrations, with some choice broadside fired at the authorities under cover of ‘Haider.’
Parade was a completely new activity for the majority who had a raw civilian background. Our General Service Training Officer, Flt Lt Sabir, was a hard-nosed and stern task master, with a gruff and croaky voice well suited to his job. He would start the drill period by making our flight run around the stadium for at least a mile, an activity that became standard for as long as we were in the first term. While he ran alongside, he loved to curse and yell at the tail-enders, promising to kick their fat behinds. After the preliminaries that were known as a ‘light’ warm-up, he would hand us over to the drill staff that would get to work teaching various drill movements. Sergeants Mushtaq and Safdar and, Corporals Sultan and Mahmood, were some of the smartest and most dedicated drill staff that we had seen in the PAF. They could be stern while ordering us about, but gave all the respect due to cadets.
When we had passed the saluting test after six weeks, and wore the uniform for the first time, we were immediately assembled by the senior appointment holders for what was assumed to be a laudatory discourse. We were, instead, reminded of our new status with these vintage lines that seemed to have greeted many a newly-uniformed course in the past: “You stupid juniors, you should remember that you are a disgrace to the uniform. Your single rank stripe is thinner than a hair; nobody is going to notice whether you are a chachu or a cadet …. Bark out, yes sir.” The hills and vales reverberated with, “yes sir”!
After the saluting test was over, we were introduced to rifle drill with the Lee Enfield .303 rifle of WW-I vintage. The parade usually started with several warm-up rounds of running around the parade square, while the 12-lb rifle was held straight above the head with both hands. Flt Lt Sabir was always at hand, giving the stragglers an extra dose while the rest of the class caught its breadth during a short break. This pattern of parade lasted throughout our first term. Two of our course-mates, Ashiq and Usman, who belonged to the hilly Potohar area, were matchless in any activity that had to do with legs or lungs. Flt Lt Sabir would ensure that these two always led the flight while running, as he saw them to be the true benchmarks of a cadet’s endurance and stamina; this was much to the dismay of the majority, whose bio-systems were used to the plains of Punjab or Sind and, would start burping and frothing at the mouth after the first round or two.
Wearing the uniform after passing the saluting test also qualified us to perform guard duties at various ‘beats’ at night, between 2200-2400 hrs. This activity entailed drawing rifles from the armoury, but without any rounds, as it was only meant to give us practice for a real contingency, some day. Any movement within the premises of the Cadets’ Mess and the Education Block after 2200 hrs had to be checked with a huge scream, “Halt, who goes there?” If the intruder was unable to properly identify himself (by throwing down his ID card on the ground from a distance, which was then checked by torchlight), he was to be ordered to raise his hands and, be ‘led from behind’ to the guard room for further treatment. While such an extreme situation never arose, it was common to hear loud interrogations at night, with the ‘intruders’ usually being officers of the Cadets’ Wing on their supervisory rounds. It was quite a bit of fun to greet the officers we already knew, with full-throated shouts hurled most authoritatively. My favourite beat was near the Education Block which afforded a beautiful view of a glittering
40-kms away, where my parents lived then. Islamabad
Book-out on a weekend was the most longed-for event after the saluting test. Although it had been just six weeks, but the treatment meted out to us had so skewed our concepts of time and space that we had virtually turned into zombies. After checking out of the cadets’ guard room for our first local book-out, it took us a while to realise that we were still humans and the transformation that had taken place was, mercifully, reversible. It was late spring and weekend crowds had converged on to Murree. Dressed in our best blue blazers and grey flannels, everyone pranced about on the Mall in twos and always in step, as required of us. We were rearing to give away our identity as Air Force cadets to anyone who hadn’t noticed our haircut or the badge on the blazer pocket. A favourite hang-out spot for cadets was Lintott’s Café and our first salary (Rs 220/- per month) was put to good use sampling the delicious peach melba ice cream and coffee, that the joint was famous for. Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood’s enduring duet, Summer Wine, echoed from the speakers and we agreed that for first term cadets, there was no better way to pass the time!
Sundays also saw the cadets dressed up in one of several uniforms, posing for Mr Chishty, a visiting photographer from Murree, who seemed to have been granted sole rights by the Base to undertake this unofficial activity. Parents back home were awed at seeing pictures of their smart sons in battle dresses, walking-outs, ceremonials and, even in the boorish dungarees used in field exercises, thanks to Chishty. We had, however, to be careful not to invoke the ire of the seniors who were seldom amused at seeing us pose so heroically, even in private moments at the Cadets’ Mess.
Studies had picked up after the first couple of weeks. The syllabus included some mundane subjects like English, Urdu, Islamiyat and Maths, the latter one being a torment for cadets like Asif who had an Arts background and me, who had been on the Pre-Medical track before joining. Other subjects like Military Geography, Military History, General Service Knowledge and Character-Building & Leadership, were clearly in line with the first stage of our professional development. Aviation-related subjects had been left out for later studies at Risalpur; however, a queer and completely out of place subject that we were introduced to, was metal-working. An NCO instructed us in the properties of aircraft alloys, riveting techniques, soldering, machining, etc. More of a hobby class, the study period was a light-hearted one, and it was time to relax and even catch up on some sleep. Our course-mate Shafiq, resourceful as he ever was, would arrange for pastries from a nearby canteen, earning him the nickname of ‘caterer’. Once the snacks were smuggled into the class, those who had ordered them would huddle up for a clandestine munching spree. Shafiq would, in the meantime, make sure that the expenditure incurred was recovered to the last paisa.
Some of the education instructors who left a lasting impression on us due to their professional knowledge and friendly attitude, included Wg Cdr Shajar Hussain (Director of Studies), along with Flt Lts Pervaiz Niazi, Zia-ur-Rehman, Zaki-ud-din and Aijaz-ul-haq. Quite uncharacteristic for a very solemn and dignified-looking officer, Wg Cdr Shajar would have us in peals with a bawdy joke or two whenever he would visit the Cadets’ Mess for some function. Flt Lt Niazi was quite popular with the cadets as he was considered the ‘GDP-type’, a catchall term implying a happy-go-lucky person, in Air Force jargon. I had the unique honour of being taught by Flt Lt Niazi who was himself an Abdalian, and also by his father, who had earlier been my teacher at the
The eight odd hours in the Education Block were considered a great relief because the instructors were very polite, there were no punishments, and everything seemed so peaceful. We would dread pack-up time, because it marked the opening of the Gates of Hell for the next eight hours. Only lights out at 2200 hrs would bring respite; we would then try to drown out our sorrows with an assortment of the sacred and the profane. Prayers to Allah would be uttered for easing the tough training regimen, alongside murmuring of some vicious insults to the seniors who had punished us during the day.
After lights out, it was also time for some other clandestine operations. Some fellows who had brought eatables like halwas and panjeeris from their homes, would sneakily start nibbling on them like rats; the unexpected almond or peanut would, however, get crunched under the teeth giving away their little secrets. Another activity involved some rheumatic individuals, who would bring out their hidden pharmacopoeia of balms and oils to massage their creaking joints, in a furtive home remedy effort.
All ‘non-service issue’ eatables and medicines had to be stashed away carefully, as inspection of the rooms and layout of the cupboards could take place without notice. Rahat Mujeeb, a plucky little senior of 59th GD (P) Course, who also held the modest appointment of a Leading Flight Cadet, was quite finicky about these inspections. Tooth paste, shaving cream, hair tonic, etc, had to be of a good brand and combs and tooth brushes had to give a new look or else, these items would be tossed out of the window for being ‘unofficer-like’ stuff.
During inspections and assemblies, we were constantly reminded of ‘OLQ’ that we had to possess in heaps. Officer-Like Quality was an undefined and open-ended attribute; luckily, however, with the lower end of the quality scale characterised by a batman or chachu, it was fairly clear how much more we had to rise to reach the exalted class of an officer.
It would be four more terms spread over the next two years, before we were found qualitatively worthy of wearing the pinstripes of a Pilot Officer.
It would be four more terms spread over the next two years, before we were found qualitatively worthy of wearing the pinstripes of a Pilot Officer.
Note: Since 1979, all training is being conducted at PAF Academy, Risalpur.
January 30, 2013
Musing about my fighter flying career with a young friend, I recalled that I had taken my first airplane ride when I was twelve years old. That first flight was in a Cessna 150 at Karachi Flying Club, eight years before I actually took controls of a T-6G Harvard at
, Risalpur. Like all maiden air experiences, my first one was indeed awesome, but what has remained etched in my memory was the interesting happenchance that it was with a lady pilot. PAF Academy
My friend, who is an ardent admirer of the PAF, observed that a future F-16 jockey having been initiated into the world of aviation as a twelve-year old was one thing; having flown that first sortie with a lady was altogether another. So I thought the novelty of it all merited a short narration, for the record; it would also be a little tribute to Miss Shukriya Khanum, who took me up for the memorable short flight on a bright windy day in
in 1966. Karachi
An uncle of mine, who was serving in PIA and knew everyone at the Karachi Flying Club, took our family along for some joy rides one Sunday morning. Student pilots were practicing circuits and landings on the Club’s ‘kutcha’ strip adjacent to the
Country Club Road. Shukriya Khanum was flying at the Club to
maintain her currency, having gained her Commercial Pilot’s License in 1959,
when she became ’s
first woman pilot to do so. Pakistan
We had no idea that a lady would be taking us kids up, one by one, but before our turn came it was my mother who was ‘asked to volunteer’, which she reluctantly did. She had learnt to drive recently, and knew a thing or two about the dexterity of women with machines! With holy verses on her lips, she boarded the aircraft after it puttered to a stop right next to her. In no time she was airborne, as all our family members tried to keep the little aircraft in sight while it did a wide circuit. It was not too long before the aircraft turned for the final approach, and we eagerly awaited the landing which was uneventful. My mother uttered ‘shukriya’, as the pilot smilingly acknowledged what must have been an oft-repeated pun for her, and indicated to the next passenger to get on board.
Grinning to the ears, I boarded the aircraft and strapped myself in the seat. Dumbfounded by the plethora of switches and gauges in the cockpit, I intently observed how the pilot read out the checks from the checklist, while touching each item to ensure it was the way it was supposed to be. As the ATC instructions crackled in the headset, the pilot responded with Alpha-Papa-something every time she spoke, which confirmed that some exciting activity was about to commence. I had seen a only few movies till then and none had shown anything like what was happening. It was surreal stuff for a young lad and, I knew one day I had to be at the controls speaking Greek – which it was – while doing countless other things at the same time, something only real men did. That a lady was showing me the way was just as well.
The aircraft took off and as it turned in to the circuit, the pilot indicated towards where my family members were. My younger brother and sister huddled next to my parents seemed like tiny fellows as viewed from my Brobdingnagian world up in the sky. As the aircraft flew a wide circuit, I sat mesmerised by a hundred things that were happening: the whirring of the propeller, the swishing of air from the vents, the crackling of the radio in the headphones, the flickering of the needles on the gauges and, the lady calm at the controls incredibly monitoring everything. I could not believe when I heard a voice in the headphones asking me if I would like to fly the aircraft. I looked at the pilot as she nodded and told me to gently hold the control column and keep it where it was. She then actually left the controls and I found myself flying the aircraft, something that fascinates me no end, even now. After a most exciting two or three minutes with me in command, the pilot took back the controls and turned the aircraft for a landing. Taxiing back after a smooth touchdown, I was so eager to tell everyone that I had ‘flown’ the aircraft, no matter that nobody would believe me. I was still grinning ear to ear.
© KAISER TUFAIL
October 13, 2012
Looking at the grotesque disparity between the Air Forces arrayed against each other in the Eastern wing – one PAF combat squadron versus twelve of IAF – one cannot but agree that the idea of ‘defence of East lies in the West’ reflected a realistic appraisal of the grim situation by the Pakistani military strategists. With the PAF’s air element not expected to last beyond a day or two at best, and the outnumbered Pak Army hopelessly encircled by the Indian Army and Mukti Bahini, strategic compulsions demanded that a front be opened in the West at the earliest to capture
Indian territory and redeem some lost honour. Occupation of Indian territory was no less important from the point of
view of bargaining the release of POWs that were bound to be captured in East Pakistan, en masse.
Sadly however, this line of thinking meant that Pakistani forces in
the East were sacrificial lambs and, would have to submit to the inevitable
sooner or later. The only challenge for
the unfortunate soldiers, sailors and airmen was to delay the impending
disaster as much as they could, in the dim hope of some miracle occurring on
the geo-political front at the eleventh hour. If ever there was a pathetic and despondent
situation at the outset of a modern day conflict, the one faced by Pakistani
armed forces in East
Eleven fighter squadrons and one bomber squadron located at eight bases
were arrayed against PAF's sole F-86 squadron at Tezgaon. Places where
significant operations took place are indicated as black squares.
In the utterly distressing circumstances, PAF did well to designate one of its most accomplished officers to oversee operations in
East Pakistan. Air Cdre Inam-ul-Haq Khan
was appointed as the Air Officer Commanding East Pakistan with the dual hat of
Base Commander Dacca, a few days after the military operation that commenced on
the night of 25/26 March. He took over
from Air Cdre M Zafar
Masud, yet another outstanding officer who was relieved of his command due to an
elemental disagreement with the military junta about the course of action to be
followed. Masud had been doggedly advocating
a negotiated political settlement in the prevailing civil disobedience movement
and widespread insurgency in East Pakistan.
In the wake of the military’s counter-insurgency operation, Air Cdre Inam-ul-Haq had some very pressing operational issues to attend to. The direct Islamabad-Dacca route, which involved flying over
, had been closed down
following hijacking and subsequent blowing up of an Air India F-27 in February
1971. India was implicated for
supporting the Kashmiri-origin hijackers and, the incident was used as a
pretext by Pakistan to suspend overflights. Timely
availability of logistics support for No 14 Squadron was, thus, rendered
extremely difficult to manage across 3,000 miles, via the circuitous India route. Spares and supplies had to be carefully conserved,
even more so in view of the looming threat of all-out war. Sri Lanka
Transfer of fuel from Narayanganj fuel depot to
airfield in bowsers also became impractical
due to the poor law and order situation. One C-130 was, therefore, permanently positioned
at Dacca to bring in fuel supplies directly to the home
base, via Dacca , till as late as end November. Reinforcements of men and material were,
however, out of question once the war began. Colombo
A significant setback to PAF’s operational capability occurred when all its Mobile Observer Units had to discontinue operations, following the killing of as many as thirty five airmen, including a group of twenty who met a particularly tragic end in one incident in Mymensingh Sector. Noting that the MOUs were deployed in the field in hostile surroundings and, would have been sitting ducks for the insurgents, the previous AOC Air Cdre Masud, had ordered withdrawal of the vulnerable MOUs back to
recovery of one of the flights consisting of twenty airmen led by the OC of No
246 Squadron, Flt Lt Safi Mustafa, it was ambushed by the Mukti Bahini. All personnel were arrested and consigned to
an underground dungeon in Mymensingh Jail. The whole lot was then brutally massacred
by the Mukti Bahini in an unsurprising retaliation following the military
operation of 26 March. The Bengali Superintendent
of the jail claimed to have been helpless in preventing the massacre as his
staff was badly outnumbered. When
confronted by Air Cdre Inam-ul-Haq later, he is said to have sheepishly muttered
a rather strange mea culpa: “Hindu blood still runs in our veins!”
Following non-availability of the MOUs, PAF’s low level early warning came to rest on a single AR-1 radar located at Mirpur, about 10 miles north-west of
. With the low-looking radar
constrained by an inherent line-of-sight limit of about 25 miles, the reaction
time available after initial detection was barely three minutes, which was
insufficient for a ground scramble. Constant
patrolling by fighters was, thus, the only option for intercepting intruders
before weapons release. Had the MOUs
been available and deployed 50 miles out of Dacca , the reaction time could have been doubled,
allowing a more economical utilisation of the limited air effort when the time
A high level P-35 radar that was earlier located near
was withdrawn to Malir in October, to
improve the coverage in southern Dacca West Pakistan.
The assumption that most of the attacks against would be at low level, was not altogether
unfounded, however, as things turned out. Dacca
Yet another setback suffered by the PAF soon after the 26 March operation was the loss of Bengali manpower, which was about 25% of its total strength. These Bengali officers, airmen and civilians had to be laid off as their loyalties were considered suspect. In
the situation was even graver as 52% of the 1,222 PAF personnel were Bengali and
their services were dispensed with, leaving only 577 loyalists. Not only had the PAF to make do with shortage
of manpower, it had to face the wrath of the laid-off airmen who promptly joined
the Mukti Bahini and, took to harassment, ambush and sabotage. Most damaging for the PAF was the compromise
of operational information that resulted when these Bengali airmen collaborated
with the Indian authorities and, passed on vital secrets.
No 14 Squadron had 16 F-86E, of which only four were modified with launchers for carriage of GAR-8 Sidewinder missiles. The Unit’s aircraft strength was barely adequate for carrying out the widespread task of counter-insurgency, and its response time was not expected to be swift, particularly near the border areas.
A dual-seat T-33 was utilised for pilots’ check-outs and for maintaining instrument flying currency, while a photo reconnaissance RT-33 helped determine insurgents’ dispositions in the heavily camouflaged areas. The Rescue Squadron was made up of two Alouette-III helicopters.
Counter Insurgency Operations
Soon after the commencement of the military operation codenamed ‘Searchlight’, PAF was required to flush out those well-defended clusters of insurgents which could not be tackled by the Army alone. The months of March and April were particularly busy, during which period, 170 air support sorties were flown.
A significant air support operation took place on 15 April, to help the Army recapture
over Bhairab Bridge , which had fallen into the hands of Mukti
Bahini with the active support of Indian troops. The major railway bridge was the only link
between Meghna River and the Sylhet-Comilla-Chittagong Sector
east of Meghna and, its capture by the insurgents meant that 14 Division elements
stood isolated. Equally worrying was the
prospect of major grain stores on the outskirts of the nearby town of Dacca falling into the hands of the insurgents. It was planned that initially, a
bi-directional assault by 50 SSG commandos transported by four helicopters would
capture the bridge; subsequently, reinforcements would be airlifted by the helicopters
shuttling between the makeshift forward base and the target area, for
consolidating the operation. PAF was tasked
to soften up the target before the operation and later, provide air cover for
four to five hours. Accordingly, four
F-86s led by Flt Lt Abbas Khattak arrived in the area at 0620 hrs, and began
strafing and rocketing the insurgents’ known strongholds in Bhairab Bazaar area
for about ten minutes. Under cover of the aerial onslaught, both commando teams
were able to disembark close to the bridge.
They assaulted it with such speed and fury that the enemy did not get
any time to organise a meaningful retaliation. Bhairab Bazaar was captured intact and the insurgents were
completely neutralised. For the better
part of the day, Army Aviation helicopters kept bringing in reinforcements,
with the F-86s at hand to suppress any pockets of resistance. By dusk, the operation had culminated in resounding
success. Bhairab Bridge
PAF provided vital support in yet another operation on 26 April in Patuakhali, where the insurgent elements defeated two days earlier in nearby
were known to have regrouped. The PAF was called upon to pound the rebels’
sanctuaries, before a company of SSG commandos and other troops landed to take
control. At 0800 hrs, four F-86s, led
again by the seasoned Flt Lt Abbas Khattak, pulled up for a precise rocket
attack in the area. With enemy fire completely suppressed, the four
troop-carrying Mi-8 helicopters were able to land and disembark the troops
without a hitch. Such was the suddenness
and accuracy of firepower delivered by the F-86s that Pakistani assault forces
remained totally unharmed, while the insurgents were thoroughly routed in the
joint operation. Barisal
No significant air support operation took place in the subsequent months, other than routine counter-insurgency missions. The advent of monsoons in June, with the dreary low clouds in intimidating attendance, curtailed flying activity for the next couple of months. As the soil started to dry out from end-September onwards, insurgent activity also started to pick up menacingly, as before. Intelligence reports also indicated movement of Indian Army formations to forward locations in what could clearly be seen as a ‘tightening of the noose’ around
East Pakistan. By
November, air support operations had once again spiked up considerably, with as
many as 100 sorties flown during the month. These included escort missions for
PIA Fokker F-27s transporting troops to the Jessore Sector, where the first Indian
intrusion had taken place.
An Unlucky Strike
On 19 November, the PAF swung into action against troops and gun positions that were part of Indian 9 Division, which had brazenly violated the international border and penetrated several miles deep in Jessore Sector. Several sorties were flown against them till the afternoon of the next day. Well camouflaged tanks were spotted by an RT-33 on a recce sortie near Chaugacha, and action against them was again initiated by F-86s starting from the morning of 22 November.
In the third mission of the day, around 1530 hrs (all times EPST), three F-86s led by the Squadron Commander, Wg Cdr Afzal Choudhry, with Flg Off Khalil Ahmad as No 2 and Flt Lt Parvaiz Mehdi Qureshi as No 3, attacked a couple of tanks that had been reported in the area. Subsequent to the attack, ground control asked the leader to look for more tanks that were suspected to be concealed around. Loitering in the battlefield amounted to inviting trouble, especially when flying without radar cover. Trouble came swiftly when four ground-scrambled Gnats, of Dum Dum based No 22 Squadron, were able to sneak in and bounce the F-86 formation. At that time, the leader, Wg Cdr Choudhry, was attacking a AAA battery that was noticed to be firing at them. Pulling out of the dive, Choudhry broke into the Gnat pair flown by Flt Lt R A Massey and Flg Off S F Suarez, and managed to ward off the attack. Choudhry then reversed to take a pot shot at one of the Gnats. During a brief scrap, both Massey and Choudhry claimed firing at the other, but their aircraft remained unscathed. Massey later stated that gun stoppage prevented further firing and he had to give up the chase. Scattered, and without visual cross cover, Khalil and Mehdi fell prey to another pair of Gnats flown by Flt Lt M A Ganapathy and Flg Off D Lazarus, who picked off the two wingmen with professional ease. Both F-86 pilots ejected and were captured by the insurgents, who handed them over to the Indian Army, eventually ending up as POWs. For No 14 Squadron, it was like losing the opening batsmen in the first over. Not withstanding Chaudhry’s misperception of having been outnumbered by as many as ten Gnats, the reality is that his formation was simply surprised by the nimble interceptors. It might have been instructive if Choudhry had somehow known that the two previous missions of the day had survived interception, only because they had not lingered around and, each time the Gnats had arrived in the area just a little too late.
Vacillating for a full twelve days after the Indian intrusion into
Yahya and his junta reluctantly responded on the evening of 3 December by
opening a front in West
Pakistan. In the East, the outcome was dismally clear,
but No 14 Squadron was determined to put up a fight to the last. Next morning, everyone was in high spirits,
eagerly awaiting the drama that was to unfold as the curtain of fog gradually started
to lift from the runway.
The first Combat Air Patrol (CAP) of the day led by Wg Cdr Afzal Choudhry took-off at first light. Perhaps the weather at IAF bases was not yet clear, so Choudhry returned without encountering any intruders. The next mission led by the much-respected Flight Commander, Sqn Ldr Dilawar Hussain, also returned without having seen any action.
Sooner the third CAP took off at 0730 hrs, a flight of three Hunters of No 37 Squadron based at Hashimara, was reported to be heading towards Tezgaon airfield from the North. Sqn Ldr Javed Afzaal, along with his wingman, Flt Lt Saeed Afzal, picked up visual contact with a pair of Hunters approaching at their position. Turning in a wide arc, Afzaal easily settled behind the lead Hunter which had not yet reacted. Just as Afzaal jettisoned his drop tanks, both the Hunters broke towards the right and, after completing a 180-degree turn, rolled out on a northerly heading for home. At that moment, Afzaal came upon another unwary Hunter and promptly manoeuvred behind its tail. Like many other observers excitedly watching the dogfight from the ground, stand-by pilot Flt Lt Ata-ur-Rehman was also riveted to the fighters turning and twisting in the sky. He recalls, “I saw the lead F-86 behind two Hunters over the airfield, in line with the runway. Next, I could see leader’s bullets hitting a Hunter and it started to trail heavy smoke, though it didn’t go down as far as I could see.” Afzaal too, recalls, “I saw the bullets hitting the aircraft and the last I remember is that it was still flying, trailing smoke.”
Saeed, who was separated from his leader and may have been looking out for him, was oblivious of what was going on in his rear quarters. A third member of the Hunter formation, Flg Off Harish Masand, who had been straggling behind due to an earlier malfunction, emerged from nowhere and latched on to Saeed’s F-86. Firing a short, well-aimed burst from very close range, Masand was able to hit his target before it could react. Saeed ejected from the stricken aircraft but sadly, was lynched by Mukti Bahini insurgents soon after coming down by parachute.
Afzaal had, by this time, switched to a MiG-21 that he had spotted in the vicinity; it was part of a pair escorting yet another raid, this time by MiG-21s from Gauhati-based No 28 Squadron. A brief turning fight with one of the escorts ensued, while the strike aircraft went through with a successful attack on hangars and other airfield infrastructure. The MiG-21 escort then hastily disengaged to rejoin the strike aircraft on their way back.
With three different IAF formations totalling 13 aircraft having converged over Tezgaon in a matter of a few minutes, it is virtually impossible to retrace their tracks in the air. What is known is that the first two formations of five Hunters, along with two MiG-21 escorts, were unable to carry out the attack in the face of determined opposition from the F-86s. It also transpires that the Hunter Afzaal had been firing at was actually from the second formation belonging to No 17 Squadron, which had reached its target somewhat early. Its pilot, Flg Off Bains, was lucky to escape with 42 bullet hits that were counted on his aircraft after landing. All the IAF aircraft were reported to have landed back. The PAF had put up a gallant fight in the first encounter of the war. An undaunted Afzaal had audaciously shown that a even a vastly large aggressor could be looked in the eye, when it was a matter of honour.
As Afzaal was being swamped by the MiGs, he had asked for immediate relief. The Staff Operations Officer, Wg Cdr S M Ahmed, who was visiting No 14 Squadron to cheer up the pilots, thought that he could lend a helping hand in the grave situation. At the spur of the moment, he decided to fly and, took along young Flg Off Salman Rasheedi as his wingman. The Squadron Commander and Flight Commander were not yet back after flying; otherwise, they might have had a different opinion about sending Ahmed up in the air, as he was not a regular flier in the squadron and had mostly been performing staff duties with the Base. Nonetheless, Ahmed’s eagerness saw the pair in the thick of action in no time. Getting airborne at about 0745 hrs, Ahmed was vectored towards a strike approaching Kurmitola airfield that lies about five miles north of Tezgaon. A Hunter flown by the Squadron Commander of No 17 Squadron, Wg Cdr N Chatrath, broke off and engaged Ahmed’s F-86. After a brief dogfight, Ahmed disengaged, but was chased right up to Tezgaon, where the pursuing Hunter finished him off. Ahmed ejected, but like Saeed Afzal in the previous mission, was hauled up by Mukti Bahini on landing. His fate was never known but it was presumed that he too met an unfortunate end at the hands of a furious mob. Rasheedi, in the meantime, managed to extricate himself and landed back safely. No 14 Squadron had suffered yet another casualty but, driven by an indefatigable determination, its pilots seemed unstoppable.
The next mission of consequence was flown by Flt Lt Iqbal Zaidi and Flt Lt Ata-ur-Rahman who took off at about 0820 hrs. Incidentally, Ata was a Bengali pilot who had opted to stay on with the PAF and had been cleared to fly only a week earlier, after many months of pleading with the authorities to quash his grounding. Zaidi and Ata had barely picked the gears up when four Hunters were spotted pulling up for an attack on the airfield. On leader’s instruction to split and take on a pair each, Ata was quick to position behind one of the Hunters. Closing in to a textbook range of 2,000 feet and ready to open fire, he was abruptly warned by Killer Control about two Hunters perched on his tail. Breaking viciously to ward off their attack, Ata was horrified to see tracers from the guns of both Hunters whizzing past his aircraft. He continued a hard turn till the Hunters overshot, tempting him to reverse his turn and pursue them. The Hunters, however, outran Ata’s F-86 and managed to escape at treetop height. Low on fuel and barely able to keep their wits in the prevailing confusion, Zaidi and Ata hastily recovered before yet another reported raid arrived. Reflecting on the dicey mission flown four decades ago, retired Air Vice Marshal Ata-ur-Rehman credits the Killer Control, manned by Sqn Ldr Aurangzeb Ahmed, for having saved his life. He thinks that Aurangzeb played a pivotal role in many a dogfight over
By the time Zaidi’s F-86 pair had landed, the next one was getting airborne; the time was 0845 hrs. Led by a junior Flg Off Shams-ul-Haq, with an even junior Flg Off Shamshad Ahmad as his wingman, they had been eagerly waiting for their turn to scramble since early morning. Immediately after taking-off, they were vectored by the radar onto an intruding pair, which turned out to be Su-7s as Shams spotted them promptly. Jettisoning their drop tanks, the F-86s prepared for the engagement but were surprised to see the still-laden Su-7s split and throw in a sharp turn. As Shams was manoeuvring to shake off the Su-7 which was fast turning towards his rear, he saw the other one shoot off what appeared to be two missiles in quick succession, at Shamshad’s F-86. While Shams watched the missiles swish past his No 2, he was dumbfounded to see another one being fired at his own aircraft. Shams broke into a defensive turn and was much relieved to see this missile miss its target as well. Stupefied at the strange turn the dogfight was taking, Shams immediately pulled up behind the Su-7 that was now zooming past him. Instantly selecting his guns, Shams started firing at the Su-7 which was about 1,800 feet away. Continuing the shooting till he was close enough to pick up ricochet, Shams saw the bullets land around the canopy. At this time, the heavily smoking Su-7 selected its afterburner and tried to accelerate away. Shams claimed that soon afterwards, he saw the aircraft spiral and eventually go down. He then immediately switched to the other Su-7 which was still in his No 2’s rear quarters, but it too lit afterburner and sped away. While confirmation of the Su-7 downing by Shams remains moot, the F-86s had been successful in intercepting them before weapons release. Shams and Shamshad needn’t have been bothered about the flurry of missiles launched at them, as these were 57-mm unguided ground attack rockets cleverly fired off by the Su-7s when their mission stood aborted after being intercepted.
Barely finished with shaking off the menacing Su-7s, Shams heard the radar controller call out that there were four Hunters turning for them. Outnumbered this time, Shams decided to split so that each F-86 was to engage a pair of Hunters, while foregoing mutual cross cover. To Shams’ good luck, the pair he was engaged with, also split up and, one of the Hunters inexplicably pulled away out of sight. Shams then manoeuvred behind the other Hunter and managed to close in to 600 feet before opening up with his six guns. Accurate fire got the Hunter smoking and a few seconds later, he saw the pilot eject out of the stricken aircraft.
Looking around for his wingman, Shams was more than relieved to spot Shamshad firing at a Hunter. At this time, the radar called out the position of another bogey and Shams was able to spot it in a few seconds. Apparently warned about his presence by the other Hunters, Shams saw his quarry diving down in a westerly direction towards
With his bullets spent, Shams decided to use the Sidewinder missile, which he
had earlier decided not to use due to its uncertain performance in a
tight-turning dogfight. Crossing well about ten miles into Indian territory, Shams was able to close in to a mile behind
the Hunter. Getting down below his
target, Shams heard the unexpected growl of the seeker head at tree-top height, and let off the missile.
According to Shams, “the aircraft immediately turned into a ball of fire like a
napalm explosion. I saw the pilot being thrown out at an angle of 45 degrees to
the right.” Shams then orbited over the area and directed the radar controller
to mark his position so as to be able to apprehend the downed Hunter pilot, if
At the limits of their endurance, Shams decided to recover back, and asked his No 2 to land first. Subsequently, as Shams was setting up for his landing, he saw a Hunter to his left side. Trouble seemed no end as Shams was out of ammunition; in a show of bravado, he broke off and chased the Hunter for several minutes while
scrambled another pair. When yet another
raid was reported by the radar, Shams thought it wise to grab the first
opportunity to land back. Dacca
Just two hundred feet from the landing threshold, Shams couldn’t believe his ears when the radar controller’s radio crackled a warning about two intruders 8,000 feet behind him. If he continued with the landing, Shams thought to himself, he was sure of presenting his aircraft as an easy target to be shot at in merry good time. Instead, he peeled off from the landing approach, cleaned up his aircraft configuration and broke into a MiG-21 that he saw less than a mile behind. Turning hard into the MiG with whatever little speed he had been able to build up, Shams managed to force an overshoot but his quarry accelerated away. Going by Killer Control’s instructions to the leader of the new F-86 pair that had just taken off, Shams was able to pick up the engagement nearby. However, with his fuel tanks almost dry, Shams finally came in for a long overdue landing.
In a matter of a few gut-wrenching minutes, the rookie F-86 pilots had managed to ward off attacks by three successive formations. It was a wonder, not only that they survived an incessant onslaught by eight aircraft but, that they were able to keep their wits and managed to shoot at several of them. Sqn Ldr K D Mehra of Dum Dum based No 14 Squadron was one of Shams’ victims, who ejected near
and was able to evade capture with the help
of the omnipresent Mukti Bahini. Details of Shams’ second Hunter victim are
hard to come by but, going by his story of having seen his victim eject inside Dacca Indian territory, followed by an orbit over the location for
a radar fix, his claim may not be totally unfounded. Shamshad’s victim, which
was last seen by ground observers to be trailing smoke, is considered as a ‘damage’. 
At about 0930 hrs, the next F-86 pair, led by Flt Lt Schames-ul-Haq – no Teutonic connection, as his name might suggest – with Flg Off Mahmud Gul as his wingman, took off for their turn to participate in the aerial drama that had been going on ceaselessly for the last two hours. Scanning the skies, they picked up a pair of Hunters in battle formation and pulling up for the attack over Tezgaon airfield. One of the Hunters broke off and started to tangle with Schames’ F-86, while the other continued with its strafing attack, with Gul in trail. Gul continued to chase his prey, but lost visual as he pulled up to avoid getting in line of the Hunter fighting with Schames. Instead of a futile chase, Gul broke off and looked for his leader who was engaged in a dogfight right overhead
. Gul settled behind his
leader to keep his tail clear and, intently watched the scissoring fighters. As
expected of the slatted F-86 manoeuvring at slow speed, Schames was gaining
advantage with every snip. Finally tail-on, he opened fire on the Hunter which
started to trail heavy smoke. Gul’s situational awareness commentary was
interrupted by Schames wondering out aloud, as to why the Hunter pilot wasn’t
ejecting from his stricken aircraft. Apparently incapacitated, the Hunter pilot
went down, with the aircraft in full view of onlookers.  Dacca
After an exciting first round in which the PAF was able to parry most of the blows, a lull prevailed till the afternoon, during which period two CAPs were flown without any encounter. Around 1600 hrs, Sqn Ldr Dilawar Hussain took off with Flg Off Sajjad Noor on his wing. Soon, the radar was reporting bogies at their position but neither Dilawar nor his No 2 could spot them. Suspecting that the radar had been unable to resolve the blips in close proximity as friend or foe, he did a belly check by banking to either side. To his horror, he spotted a Hunter well set to shoot at him from about 1,500 feet. Breaking into the Hunter, Dilawar was not only able to shake it off, but found it opportune to reverse and get behind it after it had overshot. Aiming carefully, Dilawar fired a short burst which set the left wing ablaze. Soon after, the pilot ejected from his burning aircraft.
Sajjad, in the meantime spotted another pair of Hunters pulling up into the sun. Intent on keeping them in sight, Sajjad forgot about his own tail, a most frequent mistake in air combat. Dilawar too, was fixated to this new sighting and, singled out one of the Hunters for a chase as it seemed to be running away. With both F-86s split and Sajjad completely engrossed in his front quarters, it was not long before his aircraft was rattled by cannon fire. The immensely destructive fusillade of the Hunter’s four 30-mm canon had spared none of its victims in the other dogfights, so Sajjad was lucky to manage an ejection. It was all the more so for Sajjad, as Wg Cdr R Sunderesan, the Squadron Commander of No 14 Squadron, had scored his kill in an accurate display of aerial gun firing, with his pipper remaining on the centre of the canopy as recorded on his film, according to IAF sources.
Dilawar’s victim, Flt Lt Kenneth Tremenheere, was picked up by the same PAF helicopter that had rescued Sajjad from the vicinity, a few minutes earlier. Tremenheere was fortunate to have a chivalrous rescue crew at hand just in time, for he had ejected near a pocket of a pro-Pakistan mob which was baying for his blood. While discussing the dogfight with Dilawar soon after his apprehension, a disconsolate Tremenheere revealed that he was the one who somehow happened to be ahead of his leader and, was visual with both F-86s at the beginning of the dogfight. His leader, who was perched somewhere behind, disallowed him to fire till he had himself spotted the hitherto unseen F-86s, a delay which turned out to be consequential for Tremenheere.
Writing on the Wall
From the IAF’s standpoint, the proceedings of 4 December have been succinctly summed up by the then OC of Gauhati-based No 28 Squadron (MiG-21), Wg Cdr B K Bishnoi, when he states that, “perhaps we were achieving little except for harassing the Pakistanis.” He goes on to say that it was difficult to pick out aircraft in camouflaged shelters and then destroy them. He had suggested to the Eastern Air Command, “to make the runways unusable, thus grounding the enemy aircraft.” The decision to that effect seemed like an afterthought when it came on the evening of 5 December. Apparently it was not the foremost priority in the minds of IAF planners, as one can glean from Bishnoi’s lament.
IAF Canberras carried out night raids but failed to deposit a single bomb on Tezgaon runway or the infrastructure in the technical area. Instead, one of the stray bombs fell on the Officers’ Mess causing several casualties including a pro-Pakistan Bengali officer, Sqn Ldr Ghulam Rabbani. Another officer injured in the raid and given up for dead, was pulled out of the hospital morgue by the AOC himself.
While the IAF mulled new tactics, attacks against Tezgaon fell down considerably on 5 December, which is also evident from an absence of aerial engagements on that day. Both air forces mostly concentrated on providing air support to ground troops, though the IAF flew a couple of missions against Tezgaon, including one involving a napalm attack against AAA gun positions.
On the morning of 6 December, an air sweep mission of four F-86s, led by Sqn Ldr Dilawar, was sent up to ward off air attacks against the desperately cornered Pakistani ground troops in Comilla Sector, south-east of Dacca. The F-86s encountered four Hunters, of which one was claimed as downed by the wingman Flg Off Shamshad, though confirmation has been hard to come by. The inevitable attack on Tezgaon runway came shortly after the F-86s had landed at 1000 hrs. A formation of four MiG-21s led by Bishnoi, was able to place eight 500-kg bombs along its entire length, in an accurately delivered dive attack. The runway was hastily patched up by PAF’s diligent repair teams, but their efforts came to nought when a mid-day raid by Bishnoi’s team neutralised the runway yet again.
Just to be sure that a desperate 14 Squadron might not move its assets by road to nearby Kurmitola, it too was administered the same treatment as Tezgaon.
The night of 6 December saw virtually all personnel of Dacca Base put in their efforts at repairing Tezgaon runway. They were successful in preparing a stretch of about half the length and width of the standard runway, which was considered sufficient for F-86s to take-off in an air defence configuration. “The squadron crew was very excited and kept waiting for the first light to get airborne and challenge the enemy one more time,” recalls retired Air Marshal Dilawar.
At first light of 7 December, as 14 Squadron pilots were going to the Air Defence Alert hut, they saw a MiG-21 pulling up for an attack. Well-placed bombs resulted in bisection of the repaired stretch into two unusable halves. Dilawar says that when he went to the runway to inspect the state of damage, tears rolled down his cheeks. “The fate of
East Pakistan has been decided,” he muttered to himself,
Escape by Aircrew
With air operations all but over for No 14 Squadron, the COC at Rawalpindi decided to put the aircrew to good use on the Western Front, where the war was in full fury. Early at 0300 hrs on 9 December, eight pilots and several other personnel who were considered indispensable to the war effort, were seen off by the AOC East Pakistan as they boarded PIA’s lone surviving Twin Otter. Bravely piloted by the airline’s Captain Dara and First Officer Zia , the aircraft did a dangerous take-off from a 3,600-ft long, looping taxi track that was actually bent by 10° in three segments. The aircraft’s destination was Akyab (now known as Sittwe), a manned airfield in
, about 300 miles SSE of Dacca. It was surmised that the Burmese government would
not be unduly obdurate in allowing a safe passage to the Pakistanis, who were
at least putting up a pretence of being civilians faced with one or the other
exigency of dire nature. Burma
|Escape route of 14 Squadron pilots to Akyab (Sittwe).|
At daybreak, Sqn Ldr Dilawar who had stayed back, broke the news to the three remaining pilots of No 14 Squadron about the early morning exodus on-board the Twin Otter. Dilawar explained that in the event of Tezgaon runway being repaired by the Army Engineers and the MES, there was a need for some pilots to stay back for one last round. Perhaps, the brash victory roll by a MiG-21, a day after the runway was neutralised, was weighing too heavily on the authorities’ minds and it was thought that a retort might be curative. Before Ata, Schames and Shams could ask, “why us?” Dilawar came up with a bizarre reason, which could have been intensely funny if it wasn’t wartime: all of them had dark complexions, and would be able to blend in with the locals while an escape plan was engineered, after the aerial deed was done! Mercifully, the imprudence of the plan showed through in no time, and it was decided that the four pilots who remained would also leave the following day.
The AOC was again at the taxi-track at 0300 hrs next morning to see off the four pilots who were to fly off to Akyab, this time in a DHC-2 Beaver aircraft belonging to the Plant Protection Department. With the department’s pilot by the name of Zafar in the captain’s seat, Sqn Ldr Dilawar sitting as the co-pilot, and the three other pilots in the rear, the yellow Beaver took off shakily in the darkness. The curved taxi track, which was faintly lit up by airmen with hand-held torches, complicated matters for Zafar, who was not even qualified to fly at night from a straight runway. After lift-off, the Beaver narrowly missed ramming into the ATC building, which prompted Dilawar to take over the controls for the rest of the flight. After flying low over Chittagong Hill Tracts, the Beaver entered Burmese airspace, at which stage the pistols, ID cards and other papers were tossed overboard as the PAF officers were putting up a charade of being civilians. After a flight of about two-and-a-half hours, Dilawar called up Akyab for a landing clearance, which was denied. Nonetheless, the Beaver forced its way onto the airfield. As the Beaver taxied to the parking area, a welcome sight of the PIA Twin Otter that had arrived a day earlier, greeted them. Troops from the Burmese Army surrounded the aircraft, and its occupants were herded away to a large thatched cottage for some mild interrogation. After a week of internment in the same cottage, all Pakistani personnel were smuggled out by the Pakistani Embassy in
, in obvious collusion with the Burmese
authorities. From Rangoon , they flew out to Bangkok, then to Rangoon . Unfortunately, by the time the PAF aircrew
reached their squadrons, the war had been over for many days. Teheran and finally, Karachi
When it was all over on 16 December, the AOC directed his staff to implement what is known as the Denial Plan, ie destruction of assets so as to deny them from falling into enemy hands. Of the sixteen F-86s at the start of war, eleven remained, besides one T-33 and one RT-33, so these were earmarked for demolition by explosives at the last moment. In the event, Indian troops had moved into
city and the air base was surrounded by
hordes of trigger-happy Mukti Bahini.
Any explosions in that tense situation were likely to result in retaliation
of grave consequences. It was,
therefore, decided to damage them with hammers, crowbars, etc. That a few of the F-86s (possibly five) were
recovered by the newly-formed Bangladesh Air Force and, actually flown in the
new colours for about two years, has generated some criticism about the
rationale behind the delay in their destruction. It appears that there was hesitation in
destroying them earlier due to sensitivities about the morale of airmen, who
had been working most diligently on these very aircraft to keep them airworthy. Dacca
Of the two Alouette-III helicopters of PAF’s Resuce Squadron at
, one had been damaged by small arms fire
before the outbreak of hostilities, so it was left behind in an unserviceable
state. The remaining helicopter managed to take-off for Akyab well before dawn
on 16 December, with Sqn Ldr Sultan Khan and Flt Lt Rasheed Janjua at the
controls. It was part of Pak Army Aviation’s staggered aerial convoy that
included its three Mi-8 helicopters, one Alouette-III helicopter and, three Beavers
of the Plant Protection Department seconded to the Army. (Two more of Army’s Alouette-III helicopters
flew out of Dacca later in the afternoon). All of these assets were later retrieved from Dacca .
Besides the aircrew, there were 123 passengers, mostly women and children, all
of whom made it back from Burma to Rangoon via Karachi , in a PIA aircraft. As an aside, despite a lapse of over four
decades, Colombo owes a gracious acknowledgement to the Pakistan government for the help provided in the
most difficult circumstances. Myanmar
No 4071 Squadron’s AR-1 radar located on the northern outskirts of
, was PAF’s only high value asset that was
destroyed as per plan. Dacca
An Ignoble End
With the PAF having lasted a mere 52 hours after commencement of IAF operations in
East Pakistan, the Army was left to fend for itself
without air cover. Wearied for the past eight months in the counter-insurgency
role, and much bloodied since the Indian intrusion on 20/21 November, Lt Gen A
A K Niazi’s Eastern Command troops had been falling back, quite literally, from
a forward posture, to a last stand for . In
line with the government’s objective of preventing loss of any territory on
which Dacca could be proclaimed – unrealistic as it was
– the thinned out Eastern Garrison had been defending the 1,800 miles of intensely convoluted land border
with Bangladesh . Niazi’s
plan had the tacit approval of the General Staff at GHQ, which had looked at
the complex situation from beyond a purely operational standpoint. Not
withstanding the tactical merits or demerits of the plan, it can be argued that
it unwittingly minimised the vulnerability of the sparsely deployed troops to
enemy air attacks. India
Badly outnumbered in men and material, fighting in the midst of a hostile population that was constantly betraying their locations to the Indians and, with a completely broken down communications and logistics infrastructure, the Eastern Command managed to hold out for a remarkable 26 days. Any chance of a last stand for
Outcome of Air Operations
The PAF in
East Pakistan did not have the wherewithal to be of any
consequence in a full-scale war, and it came as no surprise that it was
grounded within two days, despite the heroic performance in aerial battles
while it lasted. It had already outlived
its utility when the war morphed from counter-insurgency against Mukti Bahini, to
a full-scale Indian invasion with regular troops, mightily supported from the
The effort put in by No 14 Squadron, with sterling support from No 4071 Radar Squadron, can however, be looked at from an academic viewpoint as a classic performance in a fight against odds. Despite the looming futility of the exercise, there was no lack of grit and determination, with everyone contributing to the best of his professional ability. At least three enemy aircraft (and possibly four) were downed by No 14 Squadron pilots. Complementing the kills by fighters, batteries of Pak Army’s 6 Light Anti-Aircraft Regiment deployed in various sectors, shot down ten enemy aircraft between 4-16 December. Against a loss of five aircraft, the PAF and the AAA element together destroyed almost three times as many Indian aircraft; this was an impressive exchange from an air defender’s standpoint, though it could do nothing to prevent the secession of
 IAF had deployed four Hunter squadrons, three each of MiG-21s and Gnats and one each of Su-7s and Canberras.
 Saga of PAF in East Pakistan by Air Mshl Inam-ul-Haq Khan, ‘Defence Journal,’ May 2009.
 Ganapathy shot down Khalil and, moments later, Lazarus shot down Mehdi.
 Interview with author.
 The first Hunter formation, with a TOT of 0735 hrs, belonged to No 37 Squadron and was led by its Squadron Commander, Wg Cdr S P Kaul, with Flg Off Harish Masand and Flt Lt S K Sangar as his wingmen. This formation was escorted by two MiG-21s led by Wg Cdr C V Gole of No 4 Squadron based at Gauhati. Closely in tow was the second Hunter formation belonging to No 17 Squadron, which included Sqn Ldr Lele and Flg Off Bains. The third formation of four MiG-21s, with a TOT of 0740 hrs, belonged to No 28 Squadron and was led by Wg Cdr B K Bishnoi; it had two additional MiG-21s as escorts flown by Flt Lt Manbir Singh and Flt Lt D M Subiya. It was Subiya who kept Afzaal busy while the MiG-21 strike went through the attack on the airfield. (This information has been culled from the articles, “Air Battle over Dacca” by Polly Singh and, “Thunder Over Dacca – No 28 Squadron in December 1971” by Air Vice Mshl B K Bishnoi.)
 Air Mshl Inam-ul-Haq mentions that an Army Subedar saw Ahmed ejecting out and landing safely; he then saw Ahmed being mobbed by locals and Mukti Bahini, who led him away.
 Half an hour earlier, Flt Lt Schames-ul-haque and Flg Off Mahmud Gul had been able to intercept two Su-7s attacking the airfield, but could not shoot them down as the Su-7s accelerated away with afterburners blazing.
 Limited by the number of wing stations (a total of 4), the Su-7 could not carry air-to-air missiles and, the 2x30-mm cannon were its only integral safeguard.
 This account is largely based on an article titled, “An Unmatched Feat in the Air” by Flg Off Shams-ul-Haq, which was published in PAF’s official ‘Shaheen’ magazine in 1972.
 The fatal loss of two Hunter pilots of No 37 Squadron, Sqn Ldr A R Samanta and Flg Off S G Khonde over
December is attributed to AAA hits in IAF citations. It is clarified that as
per standing instructions, the AAA guns held fire whenever a dogfight was in
progress overhead and, this was doubly ensured by Killer Control. In this case too, there is no evidence to the
contrary and, it is certain that one of the two pilots fell to Schames’ guns.
Samanta is the more likely victim as his mission time is closer to that of
Schames’ mission. Dacca
 These two missions were successively led by Flt Lt Ata-ur-Rahman and Sqn Ldr Javed Afzaal.
 Thunder over
, by Air Vice Marshal B K Bishnoi,
Vayu Aerospace, 1/1997. Dacca
 The other Twin Otter had been destroyed by a Su-7 in a strafing attack on 4 December.
 The Mi-8 helicopters were flown by new Pak Army crew to
from where these were shipped to Bangkok ;
the Beavers and the Twin Otter were flown to Karachi
for onward shipment to China ; the
Alouette-IIIs were airlifted by C-130 from Karachi .
 This figure is quoted by Lt Gen Niazi in his book, The Betrayal of East Pakistan, Chapter 14, page 237.
© KAISER TUFAIL
This article was published in 'Defence Journal', Nov 2012 issue.