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...feet. Within a couple of minutes the ball-turret gunner had shot down an Me-110 trying to get us, and the radio operator had been wounded. We were getting pretty banged up. Then a fighter made a quick pass at us and sent a shell crashing into the cockpit. Our copilot, Steve Bellovay, was hit clean through the breast pocket. He slumped over the instrument panel, but the pilot never wavered a second. He held her steady, straight on toward the target...
...three) proudly reported that they learned rapidly. Male teachers found that bluster did not work with these pupils, as it did with some men students. One instructor's stock warning to careless and irritable trainees: "Come on now, honey. Let's stay in the cockpit and fly this thing through...
...learned to venerate the old-line, wind-beaten, open-cockpit veteran of the Air Corps. They told each other the story of the night he stood on a London rooftop observing a German air raid. The Nazis' aim was wild, the bombs fell helter-skelter. Spaatz began to fume and curse, suddenly roared: "The damn fools are setting air power back 20 years...
...Four R.A.F. aircraftsmen (ground crewmen) tugged and shoved at a Spitfire bogged in the sands of an African desert. When they finally freed the plane the South African pilot gunned his engine and took o f Then he noticed that the tail was heavy. In his cockpit mirror he saw the image of a wind-blown figure on the tail-no gremlin, but an aircraftsman who had not let go in time. The pilot quickly landed. Hopping from the fuselage, the aircraftsman respectfully asked whether the pilot was all right. The pilot returned the question. Said the aircraftsman: "The slip...
...Annapolis, playing football) was all Navy: a bear for work, a hater but an understander of red tape, not a liberty hound, never so tired he could not jack his tired men. Bob Milner, the squadron's Executive Officer, was the opposite of relaxed Lou Kirn. In the cockpit he jumped around like a monkey, twisting knobs, pushing levers, pulling his hood open and slamming it shut again, punching out Morse-code messages to his wingmen with his fist. But he was a smooth flyer who led a dangerous division. On the cots in front of their tents...