I'd love to see a B-17 in flight... my Dad was a B-17 pilot and bombardier in the 8th Air Force (had me very late in life, btw)... flew 25 missions
before the U.S. was in the war by joining the R.A.F. (underage) through Canada and then switched over to the U.S. Army Air Force and flew another 25
missions out of England in the bloody early air war over 'fortress Europe.' He was in the Hell's Angels group... and incredibly lucky.
Every single time his crew had a leave and someone else took their plane up, it got shot down... every time... in fact, one of the stories about a
crewman falling 30,000 feet (without a parachute) onto a bog in France ,and living, was out of my Dad's B-17.. .they have the nose art on display in a
French Village, too, from that crash of their B-17 during a leave.
He had some stories.. .when one could cajole him to talk about it at all... apparently with 1/3 casualties, war wasn't 'cool stories' for a kid, but
misery and utter madness... even at tens of thousands of feet.
However, his love for the B-17 was real... that airframe got him home many times with most of it gone, chugging along on one remaining engine,
dropping pieces into the channel with frozen blood covering everything and the Luftwaffe linign up their rookies for easy target practice on the
crippled bomber ...sigh, well, without the Boeing engineers of the 1930's, I wouldn't be here, heh. Rugged, great engineering.
Nice pic, too. Sorry... learned to love B-17's, heh.
*Also, in the spirit of ATS, he got a Silver Star for spotting a camouflaged German factory smokestack through heavy cloud cover when in the lead
bomber for a major mission... and swore it was due to a psi-power that could dissolve clouds he discovered that day through utter desperation, as he
was in the lead plane, his friends were being shot from the sky and they could not find their target ... he concentrated and a moving window through
the clouds appeared through his bombsite and let him spot the target factory smokestack... sounds whacky and he knew it, but he showed me that 'power'
when I was a teen by 'making' several doughnut shaped clouds as a demonstration, to my astonishment... all I can say is you had to be there, but it
convinced me psi-powers weren't hooey... and my button down, businessman, sober veteran Dad wasn't totally crazy... heh.
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