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Posted by Jolly on February 23, 2013


Larry Kavouras with Mr. F-4 Phantom circa 1972

Had this forwarded to me.  It's a great letter from a Phantom Drivers wife.  It's a goodbye letter to the all the weather fighter bomber, mostly bomber, Phabulous F-4 Phantom II.  One things for sure, it would be impossible to do the things we do without great wives like this!  Rowdy forwarded this with a little intro, and I'll include my favorite F-4 You Tube video of all time.  Enjoy all you Phantom lovers!

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This is a great letter written by the wife of an Air Force F-4 pilot on the occasion of the phasing out of the last Phantoms from the Kansas ANG.  It conveys some of the mixed emotions and challenges faced by our wives as we repeatedly left them and the kids for TDY’s or PCS’s in both peacetime and wartime.  It amazes me that they not only kept the home fires burning, but also raised some really great kids with too little presence from us husbands and fathers.  Bless ‘em all…every one!!  And bless the big ‘ole Phantom Rhino for taking us into harm’s way and bringing most of us home again in one piece.  I really loved that old bird!!

Rowdy Lewis

(Written by Bev Kavouras, circa 1987.)

Dear Mr. F-4 Phantom,

Your days are numbered.  In a few short days you will be leaving the Kansas Air National Guard forever to go to the bone yard in Tucson, Arizona – the plane cemetery.  I know it’s sad for you, but it’s sad for me too.  Just thinking about this good-bye has made me think back and reflect on all the years we’ve had together.

In the 15 years that we’ve shared my husband, I’ve spent many hours waiting on you to bring him home from some far away place.  I’ve watched proudly as you and he did a flyby at an air show, river fest, or parade and I’ve cursed your loud engines as my babies cried from you noise.

You took our family to live in many far way places that we may have never seen if not for you.  We lived in Florida, Arizona, North Carolina, West Germany and Kansas.  You took my husband to many more than that – England, Spain, Turkey, Italy, Norway, Hawaii, Thailand, Alaska, Korea, Philippines, and nearly every state in the union, to name a few.

I first became acquainted with you in 1972 and it was love at first sight.  My husband was learning to fly you so he could hurry over to help fight the war in Southeast Asia.  What a job you did there!  You were on the news nearly every night and a familiar sight in most Americans’ living rooms.  You were a very welcome sight to many marines and army ground personnel there who were fighting the mud, heat, the enemy, exhaustion, homesickness and fear.  They would shout for joy when they saw you coming to their rescue – their black, mud streaked faces turning to all white teeth and smiles.  I would have hated to see you dive towards me when you were mad.  Your smoking, loud engines made you look so mean and you could be when you wanted to.  Your noise and size are greater than any other modern fighter.  Sometimes you didn’t make it back, but it was rarely your fault.  The bullets just came too fast or someone didn’t turn you quick enough.  Your protected my husband well, and my children and I thank you for that.

After the war there were many T.D.Y,’s (temporary duty) away from home where the two of you would go off together.  You and my husband would go away to fly in dogfights with the newer planes, (F-5’s, F-15’s and F-16’s) and he’d still win with you strapped to his seat.  You may not have been able to turn as tight or as fast, but the two of you were old friends and worked as a well oiled cog, a part of the team.  They had the new paint jobs – you didn’t.  They had the fancy radar – you didn’t.  They had the better maneuvering capability – you didn’t.  But you and he still won!

We had many happy reunions where us (moms, wives, babies, kids) greeted you (Mr. F-4, our husbands and fathers) on the ramp all tears, goose bumps and smiles to see you home safely again.

I will never forget the 36 ship take off of F-4’s we had here at McConnell for a change of command.  The town’s people thought there was a war.  One by one you taxied out to take off in sets of two ships at a time.  By the time you were all airborne, which seemed an eternity, the sky was black with smoke, F-4’s filled the air and I don’t think there was a dry eye or an unmoved person to be found in this city.

You know, sometimes I even felt jealous of you or mad at you.  Even after a six week T.D.Y. of nothing but flying you, talking about you in the Officers’ Club after flying you, being with others who flew you and getting up in the morning to do it all over again, my husband would come home and still talk about you with his hands in the air describing everything in detail that you’d done together.  Never mind the beautiful candlelight dinner, how much the kids had changed or the ever faithful dog lapping as his heels.  He still had you on his mind.  I also felt at times that if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have spent a year alone raising a child or fixing broken water pipes alone or getting kids over the chicken pox alone.  At times, I think you even knew him better than I did and possibly are the only one who could understand him.  There’s a mystique and a mythical quality that you and the men who fly you share that cannot be understood by most other people.  I also think he was the happiest after he’d been with you.  But I didn’t mind so much.  That is a given.  That is the way life is when you are married to one who flies you.  You were something to be proud of.  You had it all.  Besides us wives probably got back at you a bit when we made you look a little silly taxing Santa Claus in from the North Pole for all the kids.  You were no war machine on those days; you were the sleigh that brought squeals of delight to young and old alike.

Just think Mr. F-4 of all the places in the world and all the events that you’ve been to or seen.  From our Aircraft Carriers to the walls of our living rooms ( or our “I Love Me” walls) – you are or were there.  On our children’s T-shirts, clothes, hats, posters – down main street of my own hometown – you are or were there.  You were the best of the best, a Thunderbird, and the best they’ll ever have.  You’ve been the main attraction, the tear in my eyes, the goose bumps on my skin, the vibration in my chest and down to my very soul at funerals, memorials, 4th of July celebrations, River Fests, air shows, parades and yes, you’ve also portrayed the missing man – the comrades who never came home.  I would feel so proud of you, my husband, all the other wonderful hard working folks who kept you so well maintained that you could fly this long and all the men who gave their lives and yours so we could live free.  I also felt proud of my country, being an American and the freedom that you have helped to maintain.

But now, it is time to say good-by.  There will be those who will say, “out with the old, in with the new – progress moves forever onward”, and they’ll act like they don’t care.  But you and I know better.  There is no man alive who really knew you who could not miss your uniqueness, your size, your style, your noise or something about you.  You were a class act!

So the celebration is planned.  Fighter pilots and back seater’s and their ladies and many others will be here from all around the globe to bid you farewell.  There will be songs sung, stories traded (a few stretched), reminiscing will about and hands will be in the air demonstrating the dogfight they won.  Wives will again be left out of the conversation because of you, but you know we really won’t mind.  Because, there have been fighters before you and have been newer fighters since, but none that can compare with you.  You are one of those rare legends who stands alone – in a class all your own.  Yes, you are old and tired and are going to the bone yard.  You deserve the rest.  But don’t feel sad Mr. F-4 Phantom.  A lot of people the world over will be there with you in mind, heart and spirit.  You will continue to fly in the hearts, souls and minds of men and women for a long time to come.  You are also breaking the hearts; I want you to know, of new and young dreaming-to-be fighter pilots like my sons who will never get to fly you.  You will have the good fortune however, of living on in the history books forever.

So I say good-bye faithful old friend.  I thank you for a job well done, a country well served and I thank you for keeping my husband safe and happy for all these years.  I’ll miss you.


Beverly R. Kavouras

 (Wife of Lt. Col. Larry B. Kavouras)

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Posted by ltrounds on
Have to disagree only slightly that the F-4 was more bomber than fighter. As a "attack" pilot so designated by the Navy, flying the A-7, the F-4's aboard ship were pure fighter guy's and hated the bombing missions when things were slow and the mig's weren't an issue. But we all did our thing be you an "A" guy or "F" guy, a great tribute to that airplane and all who flew her. Nice work.
Posted by butch71 on
I have enjoyed the video about the phantom. I have read books on the bird and enjoyed them.
Posted by Chilly on
It truly brought tears to my eyes -- I flew the Phantom for 14 years (including two tours in Nam for 203 Combat Missions). What a beautiful tribute to a WONDERFUL "BIRD" (I realize the younger troops refer to their "JET" but to me "SHE" will always be my "BIRD"!

Bob "Chilly" Childers, LtCol, USAF, Ret
Posted by flyingpig on
I was a AO that had the pleasure of working on the F4. I was a beast nasty filthy dirty always needing a bath but it was my Mistress. I can remember on takeoff the after burners kicking in and the smell of JP4 exhaust s the ground shook. Off on a mission to support a Marine or Army platoon during Tet or PLeiku or dozens of other battles. I remember saluting our Squadron Commander as he prepared to be shot off the catapult. Yes I worked on a lot of Naval Aircraft I liked the F4 the best.
Posted by MickCooper on
I'm glad there was no one around the see the tear in my eye as I read this. Lately, all the aviation museums I've been to have a Phantom on display. A couple of them even have tail numbers that are recorded in my flight log. Younger folks look a me kind of funny as I run my hand over her, caressing her, but I don't care. I may not have many more opportunities to do that.

Mick Cooper, Col (Ret), USAF
Posted by deric on
Great tribute for a great bird. Brought back a flood of memories one of the best was getting off that 141 at Udorn in June of 73 with a young 1st Lt. Larry Kavouras. Then 33 years latter meeting a young Maj Nic Kavouas at Tyndall and instructor in the F22.
Posted by lazerlarry on
Well I did not expect this letter (or my childhood picture)to show up here-my wife had sent it to son, LtCol Nick Kavouras on the eve of his retirement from the USAF and F-22-Good news was that Nick got a ride in the Mighty Rhino at Tyndall, even if it was a manned drone!-Larry Kavouras-"Clit"
Posted by allenfreauff on
There were so many things about this aircraft that made it so different from any other fighter. No other fighter could have completed "Pardo's push"
Posted by Kopterkojak on
A great write up tribute Bev.And hey moderator,very strangely it said my email was already taken.How come? This is not so.had to use my other email to get in.Pl chk.
From 1848 Fr,Commie ideology was brewing.One can still see it in the coming Hong Kong voting system.In the capitalist system if tax money utilisation is transparent,the rich poor divide would not be glaring.
Nam was the offshoot of the Domino theory.Due to 'Gradualism' the Yanks lost at great cost to Nam also.
The Phantom was the first attempt at a new cost saving concept of multirole Fighter.No match for the Mig 21 because of this.Post Nam the Multirole concept was abandoned.I still have the Life Mag issue on the Nam Airwar here in Bangalore.Detailed study also for my Staff College entrance exam,writing so much that I lost track of time,plugged and only got in the next year!!
Your tale Bev brings tears to what aviators worldwide feel.God Bless.
Regards Kopterkojak@Utube/AIRFORCEBALLAD.
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