Very late to this one, but I started a new "dead is dead" A-4 pilot last year; Ens. Ted Gonzalez, VA-12. His first deployment was in Dhimar, during the 1959 emergency, and was ashore with his squadron when Parani tanks crossed the Eastern Border.
First mission was an airfield interdict, where he destroyed the POL farm on the base. Took some 23mm AA fire over the target which chewed up the tail, but home fine. Next up was a runway, again went OK, no fire taken this time but the return course was exactly on the bearing of a large strike, Canberras escorted by F-100s. I realised with just seconds before impact that we were egressing at the same altitude as the inbound strike, dove and missed them by maybe 100ft. Phew
The third mission was a straight visual recon, unarmed, passing over one of the south-eastern towns looking for anything out of order. Expecting there to be quite a bit of AAA, I decided to take the 2-ship to treetop level at full power and just burn past. Big mistake. As we approached what looked like a very large tank formation, low caliber AA started up (12.7s on the turrets I think) and quite a lot of it. Jinking like mad, we passed over the top of them and I heard that now familiar "clunk". Handling got a bit twitchy straight away, but the engine instruments were normal, although fuel state was startlingly low. I looked out over both wings and saw some damage on the left one, although it was hard to discern how much, so I got my wingman to do visual check [i.e. went into external view] and discovered a roughly 10cm hold right in the middle of the wing, clean through. I made it back to base and confirmed in the debrief what I'd expected; one of the Parani T-54s had scored a one in a million main gun hit on me as I flew over.
The last mission Ted flew in Dhimar was a CAS mission supporting friendly armour against enemy tanks. This one didn't end well, but my astonishing streak of good fortune wasn't yet over. While pulling off a rocket run on a line of Parani tanks, I took 12.7mm fire which jammed the controls and put the engine out. At maybe 100ft AGL, all I could do was watch in horror as my A-4 stalled, augered in and the screen went black. The debrief revealed I wasn't dead, but hospitalised. The Dhimar emergency was over, I was in traction but I was out and flight qualified ready for our next operational sailing, to Yankee Station...
What I didn't mention at the start, was that I hate thinking up callsigns for my pilots. Real pilots have sometimes very silly names, or plays on their names. I couldn't think of one for Ted. But when I got out of hospital, I had a new name: Lucky!