leading
the way. His words went something like this . . ."Harold, your
tube works at 600 megacycles and puts out a 'Helluva lot of power.'
In wavelength, 600 megacycles is 50 centimeters. Japanese mortar
shells are about 25 centimeters long, or about half our wavelength.
Electronically, with our frequency, these shells should fairly glisten
with reflected energy, if we turned our radar on them. Because of
near-resonance with our frequency, perhaps we could get acceptable combat
ranges. If we could only detect the shells as they clear the
jungle foliage, say a few hundred feet above the firing point, we could
easily extrapolate down to where the mortar was firing from. Then
we could blast the hell out of them before they could change their location!"
I must have said, "Wonderful,
let's get going!"
With this thought, Marchetti
and his men left my office and returned to their laboratory.
Soon the smell of solder filled the air as a set was made ready for the
crucial test - the big question, how much range on a mortar shell?
Would it be enough for combat use?
TPS-3 Ready For Testing
A few days later, Marchetti
and I visited Island Beach, a desolate bit of coastline halfway between
Fort Monmouth and Atlantic City. The TPS-3 which had been modified was
ready for test. Some distance away, an Army mortar crew stood ready to
fire shells approximating Japanese dimensions.
The big moment had arrived!
Our radar pointed at the mortar
site about a mile away. By radio, the signal was given "Fire when
ready." Anxious eyes watched both the radar oscilloscope and the
firing site. THEN-simultaneously, with the small puff of smoke from the
mortar, there appeared a sharp radar "blip" with each shell fired.
The idea had worked!
The rest of the afternoon was
spent extending the range between the radar and the firing mortar - the
results were spectacularly good; several miles, easily enough for effective
combat use. While the calculated positions of the firing mortars were not
exact, they were much better than anything MacArthur's men could do with
what they had.
The only question now was-how rapidly could the
modification kit to the TPS-3 be designed, produced, and fielded?
The news of this new break- through in mortar detection quickly reached
the combat areas in the Pacific Theatre. Through various channels,
the word came down of utmost urgency and top priority- even high-level
visits by combat
officers were suggested, should such serve to expedite
delivery. But Marchetti needed no further urging. Overnight,
he turned his laboratory into a dedicated group "swearing" to
work around the clock, until a first few of the modification
kits required could be put into a truck bound for Newark Airport - and
then with quick shipment to the Pacific Theatre . . . as industry geared
up simultaneously for mass-production.
Action Was Everywhere
Twenty men and a Miss Helena
Schroeder starred in the strange bizarre war-time drama. Days and
nights passed -a few catnaps, sandwiches, and much coffee. Action
was
everywhere. Even Helena on the telephone, filled
the air with choice phrases, she called out for supplies, food, and the
like. When she talked, which was often and dramatcally, her vocabulary
frequently suggested one made famous by the Missouri mule drivers of World
War I; but she got attention, and results. The Bless her! She is
now gone; but as I
put it later, when she spoke, "The stars and stripes
flew violently in the breeze!"
After 96 consecutive hours of
activity, a truck came up, and the first modified equipments were enroute
on their long trip across the Pacific. The set was called the
TPQ-3, going
to war, probably with an all-time speed record for conception,
production and delivery. No sleeping pills were required for the
long rest which soon engulfed this noble group. As
supervisor I didn't care if they slept for a week; they
had earned it!
As they slept, U.S. industry
(Dumont) "picked up the ball." On a crash-basis, 125 more sets were
soon in supply channels. Yes, they were warmly received by
soldiers far -away whose lives might be saved by that miraculous mortar
"blip" showing up on their oscilloscopes. In closing
my story, after later use of the TPQ-3 during the Korean incident, together
with its parent TPS-3, these two sets were allowed to enter that Valhalla
reserved only for fighting radars-radars which had done their job well;
losing only one battle to the Dragon who occupies the Cave of Obsolescence.
But not so my battle-scarred VT-158 . . . its Valhalla will forever be
the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.
Reprinted from SIGNAL, December,
1970
Armed Forces Communications
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