Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Today is 12 years since that infamous day of 9/11, and below is a fascinating account of a couple of unsung heroes of that day.

The events of Sept. 11, 2001, put an F-16 pilot into the sky with orders to bring down United Flight 93.

Late in the morning of the Tuesday that changed everything, Lt. Heather “Lucky” Penney had her hand on the throttle of an F-16 and she had her orders: Bring down United Airlines Flight 93.  The day’s fourth hijacked airline seemed to be hurtling toward Washington.  Penny, one of the first two combat pilots in the air that morning, was told to stop it.

“I genuinely believed that was going to be the last time I took off,” says Maj. Heather “Lucky” Penney, remembering the September 11th attacks and the initial U.S. Reaction.

The one thing she didn’t have as the F-16 roared into the crystalline sky was live ammunition.  Or missiles!  Or anything at all to throw at the hostile aircraft – except her own plane.  So that was the plan.

Because the surprise attacks were unfolding, in that innocent age, faster than they could arm the war planes, Penny and her commanding officer went up to fly their jets straight into a Boeing 757.  “We wouldn’t be shooting it down.  We’d be ramming the aircraft,” Penney recalls of her of her charge that day.  “I would essentially be a kamikaze pilot.”

For years, Penney, one of the first generation of female combat pilots in the country, gave no interviews about their experiences on September 11th (which included, eventually, escorting Air Force One back into Washington’s suddenly highly restricted airspace.)  But 10 years later, she is reflecting on one of the lesser-told tales of that endlessly examined morning: how the first counterpunch the U.S. Military prepared to throw at the attackers was effectively a suicide mission.

“We had to protect the airspace any way we could,” she said last week in her office at Lockheed martin, where she is a director in the F-35 program.  Penney, now a major but still a petite blonde with a Colgate grin, is no longer a combat flier.  She flew two tours in Iraq and she serves as a part-time National Guard pilot, mostly hauling VIP’s around in a military Gulfstream.  She take the stick of her own vintage 1041 Taylorcraft tail-dragger whenever she can.  But none of her thousands of hours in the air quite compare with the urgent rush of launching on what was supposed to be a one-way flight to a midair collision.

She was a rookie in the autumn of 2001, the first female F-16 pilot they’d ever had at the 121st Fighter Squadron of the D.C. Air National Guard.  She had grown up smelling jet fuel.  Her father flew jets in Vietnam and still races them.  Penney got her pilot’s license when she was a literature major at Purdue.  She planned to be a teacher.  But during a graduate program in American studies, Congress opened up combat aviation to women and Penney was nearly first in line.

“I signed up immediately,” she says.  “I wanted to be a fighter pilot like my dad.”
On that Tuesday, they had just finished two weeks of air combat training in Nevada.  They were sitting around a briefing table when someone looked in to say a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York.  When it happened once, they assumed it was some yahoo in a Cessna.  When it happened again, they knew it was war.  But the surprise was complete.  In the monumental confusion of those first hours, it was impossible to get clear orders.  Nothing was ready.  The jets were still equipped with dummy bullets from the training mission.

As remarkable as it seems now, there were no armed aircraft standing by and no system in place to scramble them over Washington.  Before that morning, all eyes were looking outward, still scanning the old Cold War threat paths of planes and missiles coming over the polar ice cap.

“There was no perceived threat at the time, especially one coming from the homeland like that,” says Col. George Degnon, vice commander of the 113th Wing at Andrews.  “It was a little bit of a helpless feeling, but we did everything humanly possible to get the aircraft armed and in the air.  It was amazing to see people react.”

“Things are different today,” Degnon says.  At least two “hot-cocked” planes are ready at all times, their pilots never more than yards from the cockpit.

A third plane hit the Pentagon, and almost at once came word that a forth plane could be on the way, maybe more.  The jets would be armed within an hour, but somebody had to fly now, weapons or not weapons.

“Lucky, you’re coming with me,” barked Col Marc Sasseville.  They were gearing up in the pre-flight life-support area when Sasseville, struggling into his flight suit, met her eyes.  “I’m going to for the cockpit,” Sasseville said.

She replied without hesitating.  “I’ll take the tail.”

It was a plan.  And a pact!  “Let’s go!”

Penney had never scrambled a jet before.  Normally the pre-flight is a half-hour or so of methodical checks.  She automatically started going down the list.

“Lucky, what are you doing?  Get your butt up there and let’s go!”   Sasseville shouted.

She climbed in, rushed to power up the engine, and screamed for the ground crew to pull the chocks.  The crew chief still had his headphones plugged into the fuselage as she nudged the throttle forward.  She muttered a fighter pilot’s prayer.  “God, don’t let me fuck up” and followed Sasseville into the sky.

They screamed over the smoldering Pentagon, heading northwest at more than 400 mph, flying low and scanning the clear horizon.  Her commander had time to think about the best place to hit the enemy.

“We don’t train to bring down airliners,” said Sasseville, now stationed at the Pentagon.  “If you just hit the engine, it could still glide and you could guide it to a target.  My though was the cockpit or the wing.”

He also thought about his ejection seat.  Would there be an instant just before impact?  “I was hoping to do both at the same time,” he says.  “It probably wasn’t going to work, but that’s what I was hoping.”

Penney worried about missing the target if she tried to bail out.  “If you eject and your jet soars through without impact…” she trails off, the thought of failing more dreadful than the thought of dying.

But she didn’t have to die.  She didn’t have to knock down an airliner full of kids and salesmen and girlfriends.  The hijackers did that themselves.

It would be hours before Penney and Sasserville learned that United 93 had already gone down in Pennsylvania, an insurrection by hostages willing to do just what the two Guard pilots had been willing to do: Anything and everything.

“The real heroes are the passengers on Flight 93 who were willing to sacrifice themselves,” Penney says.  “I was just an accidental witness to history.”

She and Sasseville flew the rest of the day, clearing the airspace, escorting the president looking down onto a city that would soon be sending them to war.

She’s a single mom of two girls now.  She still loves to fly.  And she thinks often of that extraordinary ride down the runway a decade ago.

“I genuinely believed that was going to be the last time I took off,” she says.  “If we did it right, this would be it.”


Linda said...

Thanks for that story. I don't think I ever heard that before. Sept 11 is my birthday.

Jason and Michelle said...

Thank you for posting this. I never knew the jets were not armed.

Coffeypot said...

Happy Birthday, Linda. That can be a big a bummer as a Christmas birthday. But I hope you have a great day despite the event.

J&M I didn't either. I am so glad they didn't have to do 'the act', too.

Janie Junebug said...

That's absolutely fascinating.


Coffeypot said...

Okay, peeps. I have been thinking about this and I have to ask myself why both would have to die. If Sasserville got there first and crashed into the cockpit, there would be no need to ram the tail. Or if Penny got there first, etc. There would have been no need for both to hit the plane.

Nice to write and talk about and received the praise from everyone, but I don’t see both doing it except to take one for the team. I truly believe that one would have landed… if they had found the flight.

Janie Junebug said...

You're right. A second person was really back-up.

Old NFO said...

Yep, knew about it, and I'm glad she's now coming out and telling the 'rest' of the story!