Fairy tales start off with “Once upon a time...” and sea stories start off with “This is no sh*t...”
So... this is no sh*t ... Indian Ocean, 1980, near sundown with very poor visibility as only the dust in the air over the Persian gulf can be, in the E-2 Hawkeye, controlling an EMCON (Emission Controlled) recovery. The carrier has secured all electronic radiation but will continue to recover aircraft. We continue to hold the ship on primary radar while we take up a station off from the carrier at a significant distance. We direct the recovering aircraft to the marshall stack at another location away from the carrier, where they hold at 500’ intervals, and we give them their push time and steer to the ship. From there, we vector them to the ship while they remain silent.
After recovering the whole stack, I give our front seaters their heading and distance to mother and secure my radar.
Off we go, nearly IMC towards hot food and a shower. I hear the guys up front declare “there’s the wake... isn’t it? Yeah! No, too soon. Nope, that’s it. Oh crap! Pull up!” as they lined up on one of the many oil tankers that fill up the gulf. A quick port turn and another 30 seconds and we’re lined up on final for real this time.
So, landed on the wrong carrier? Not quite, not possible, but close!