There’s been a bit of discussion in another thread about the 787 oxygen system, and oxygen systems in general. And I noticed on another forum, that another of my QF friends has recently retired. And the two together reminded me of something.
Back in ‘92 I was nearing the end of my command training on the 767. I had done all of the flights and sims, with the exception of the final check. Scheduling were having trouble fitting a check in for me, with the result that instead of a short break after the final training flight, I was going to have to wait for a couple of weeks for the check. At that point you didn’t need more time to study; if you didn’t know it, you weren’t going to, but too much time can let the flying go cool. The training manager saw this, and although he couldn’t schedule the final any earlier, he was able to offer a flight to keep my hand in.
He was doing base training with two SOs who were just about to start their line flying for their FO training. You’d take an aircraft to quiet airport (Avalon, Amberley), and spend hours doing circuits. In this case, each SO was to get an hour in the circuit. The aircraft was in Sydney, and the training was going to happen in Amberley, with it being returned to Sydney when we finished. My job was to fly it from Sydney to Amberley and back, and to watch over the shoulders whilst the training was happening.
We picked up the aircraft from maintenance, so it wasn’t at one of the terminal aerobridges. The first SO and I set up the coughpit for the flight, whilst the training Captain had a look at the cabin and the outside. Number two SO sat in the coughpit and watched the goings on. At this point, neither of these guys have done anything in the actual aircraft, so it was just as likely the first time they’d set foot on one. I then flew up to Amberley (with the TC in the right hand seat). On arrival, I landed just behind a pair of F-111s, taxied off the runway, and came to a halt on the taxiway. TC gets out of the left seat, SO #1 hops in the right, and then TC took my seat. Taxi back to the start of the runway, and off we go. The 767 was not the easiest of aircraft to land, and had a well deserved reputation for solid arrivals. SO1 was ex RAAF C-130, and was doing a pretty good job. After his time was up, SO #2 hops in for his turn. This bloke is ex GA, and the biggest thing he’s ever flown was pretty small. So, for the next hour or so, he attempts to pound the runway back to sea level. It was actually a pretty good first go, but he’s not to know that.
Time to fly back to Sydney. So, we come off the runway again, and I get back into the left seat. Blast off back to the south. Now, SO #2 has time to go for a walk around the cabin, and he’s horrified to see that there are oxygen masks dropped throughout the cabin. Not all of them, but about 20%. So, he spends the hour of our journey putting them back into their stowage. Later, he confides to me and SO#1. We manage to keep straight faces...because he never saw the tech log, or went to the cabin before departure. The masks had been dropped by engineering, who were half way through a job, and just left them down to be stowed on return.
We never did tell him, but now that he’s retired (as a 330 Captain), I wonder if I should.