GODDESS OF THE SKIES
By
Eric S. Margolis  30 July 2000

I fell in love with beautiful Concorde the first time I saw her at Paris 
airport. She was sleek, white, and sexy. Yet beneath her couturier-elegant 
exterior lay enormous, brutal power. Her drooping, needle-nose and thin 
delta wings made this glorious aircraft look like great, prehistoric bird 
of prey.

My first flight aboard the supersonic Concorde remains vivid.    On takeoff 
from Paris, g-force pressed us back into our seats as we rocketed into the 
air.  I was thrilled when the speed indicator in the narrow cabin reached 
Mach 2 - twice the speed of sound  (around 1340 mph).

Concorde was flying nearly as fast as a rifle bullet. At 56,000 ft, we were 
in inner space. This was the fastest and highest I had ever gone in my 
life. From our vertiginous altitude, the curvature of the earth and the 
dark of outer space were. Concorde's cabin walls heated up from the intense 
air friction on its outer skin.

Three and a half hours later we had crossed the Atlantic and landed at New 
York's JFK.   After deplaning, I wanted to run: my mind and heart were 
still racing at Mach 2.  That night I dreamed I was flying in space.

The Air France Concorde that crashed last Tuesday at Paris' Charles De 
Gaulle Airport killing 113 people was the first of its class to experience 
a fatal accident after 31 years of flight. As of this writing, the most 
likely cause of the accident is believed to have been an exploding tire. 
 Fragments from the tire, and possibly the undercarriage, perforated the 
Concorde's wing tanks, causing an explosion and massive fire. The burning 
aircraft lurched through the air for three horrifying minutes before 
crashing.

This frightful accident immediately reminded me of a tale of Cold War 
intrigue I've previously related, but which bears retelling.  In 1962, 
Soviet leader Nikita Khruschev learned France and Britain were going to 
build a supersonic airliner. He erupted in fury that these `petit-bourgeois 
capitalist' nations could steal a technological march of the mighty Soviet 
Union.  Khruschev ordered a crash program to beat Concorde.

When the USSR's respected Tupelov design bureau ran into trouble designing 
its supersonic TU-144, KGB was ordered to steal Concorde's blueprints from 
the west.

KGB agents in Britain repeatedly sought to obtain data on   Concorde's 
powerful Olympus engines which had been used in Britain's V-series heavy 
bombers.  Other KGB agents targeted French plants manufacturing Concorde's 
fuselage and wings.   The Soviets were not alone in stealing aircraft 
technology. Soon after, Israeli spies stole plans of France's Mirage-III/V, 
which became Israel's `Kfir' fighter.

The chief of Britain's RAF Bomber Command, the late  Air Vice Marshall 
Stewart Menaul, revealed to me in the mid-1980's that British intelligence 
teamed up with French counterparts, DST and DGSE, to thwart KGB and teach 
the spying Russians a lesson.  Menaul said the British doctored Concorde's 
drawings so that its center of gravity was too far to the rear.  KGB agents 
were allowed to steal the corrupted blueprints.

The Soviet TU-144 was rushed into production. Its first flight came on 31 
Dec, 1968, beating the Concorde's debut by three months.   All foreign 
observers who saw the TU-144- immediately dubbed `Konkordski'- commented it 
was `nearly identical' to Concorde.  So it was, except for the Soviet 
innovation of small canard wings near the cockpit.  In fact, `Konkordski' 
was a Chinese copy of Concorde.

The Soviets proudly debued TU-144 to the world at the 1973 Paris Air Show. 
 After performing a sharp turn at 1,500 ft, the aircraft broke up and 
crashed, killing 14 aboard and three children on the ground.  This 
embarrassing public catastrophe brought worldwide ridicule on the Soviets 
and delivered a fatal blow to their supersonic program.  After a second 
TU-144 crashed on the way from Moscow to Central Asia, the Soviets wisely 
mothballed  `Konkordski.'

After the Paris fiasco, there were stories, probably spread by KGB 
disinformers, that a French Mirage fighter had burst from clouds on a 
collision course with the TU-144,  forcing it into a sharp turn whose 
g-force proved lethal to the airframe. The Mirage, according to this 
version, was trying to photograph TU-144's canard winglets.   Moscow 
whispered the French had provoked  the accident so that TU-144 would not 
steal the limelight from la  belle Concorde.

This sounds like something the French might cook up. The often 
out-of-control spooks of France's foreign intelligence - DGSE- were not 
above occasional sabotage - recall the case of the `Rainbow Warrior' - and 
knocking off irksome enemies of the Republic. But it was Her Majesty's 
Secret Service that  apparently delivered this nasty, below-the-belt blow 
to the Soviets. Perfidious Albion had the last laugh on the spying Ruskis. 

Last week's Concorde crash was caused by mechanical failure, not sabotage. 
 The pilots, who could not judge the full extent of Concorde's injuries, 
had the split-second choice of either taking off with a wounded aircraft, 
or aborting takeoff, and crashing at over 200 mph with a full fuel load 
into buildings or trees.  They chose the air.

There is nothing wrong with Concorde, recent negative press stories 
notwithstanding. Tiny cracks found recently on her frame are normal for 
older aircraft and easily repaired. Concorde's tires may be a problem.  But 
many other airliners have also suffered from tire failure, and subsequent 
debris ingestion into their engines.  Air France and British Airways, two 
of the world's top ten airlines, lavish care enormous on their Concordes.

In spite of this terrible accident, I wouldn't hesitate to fly Concorde. 
 Every time I see her, my heart always beats faster.  She remains, for me, 
goddess of the skies.

Copyright:   Eric s. Margolis  2000

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Tibet - by Eric Margolis is available at major book outlets and online in 
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