As I mentioned yesterday, we had the opportunity
to go on a little field trip Wednesday morning. The company my Dad works for
has their buildings situated on an old air force base. For a private pilot, it
was just about a dream come true to be able to work right next to an airport. J
He stays pretty current on what’s going on there, small as it is today.
He found out about a WWII airplane fly-in
being held at their airport this past week. We decided that it’d be neat to go
and see the planes, as they were offering up-close tours.
So Wednesday morning we all headed out the
door early. We actually were going to the doctor’s office first, as I’ve
battled a sinus infection all week. Once we finished there, we headed to the
airport.
There were a fair number of people there,
including kids, which surprised me a bit being a school day, but maybe they’re
homeschooled like us. J
We paid the admission fee, and then headed out to see the planes.
At the airport that day, they had a B-17
Flying Fortress and a B-24 Liberator. Both of these planes were bombers during
WWII. I was pretty disappointed to find out that the P-51 Mustang had left
already. We know a veteran who flew those as well as P-38’s during WWII. He was
actually bombed down over Italy while flying a P-38 and was a POW for several
years. His survival was miraculous, as he had shrapnel embedded in his head
following the crash, and no medical help as a POW. When he returned to the
States, he was told that he’d never marry due to his injuries. He became the
father of 5 children, and the grandfather to many more. J
Unfortunately Daddy couldn’t make it for the
tour because he had meetings up until 11:30 that morning. The planes were due
to fly out at noon. He decided to come over and join us to watch them take off,
as it’s not often that you can see planes of this era fly. What we didn’t
account for was the near hour of pre-flight time! Thankfully the weather was
nice, so we didn’t mind sitting around for awhile. It was interesting to watch
them walk the propellers and load up the people who had paid for a ride.
Once
they got all four props going, it got LOUD. I cannot imagine 20 or 30 of these
planes all starting up at once during the days of the war. It would have been a
sight—and a sound—to behold!
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The
B-17 letting off exhaust as it started its engines.
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We watched them finally take off around 1:00
p.m. Since it was getting late, we went out for a quick lunch with Dad. He took
us down the road to a little coffee shop that also has burgers and subs.
The
burgers were great! They serve them on Texas toast. I of course had to have
mine with all the fixings. J
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We were all glad that we had the opportunity
to go to the airport and learn a little more WWII history. I love airplanes and
flying! Excursions like this make me think more and more about getting a
private pilot’s license . . .
what a great field trip day!
ReplyDeleteOne question......where were the cowboy boots. You guys looked like folks from Michigan :-)
ReplyDeleteLooks like alot of fun! My boys would have loved it!!
ReplyDeleteIt was a great field trip day, Betsy! Field trips make me think of your family. :-)
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Mom and Dad had their boots on, Aunt Debbie. The twins and I don't have any, so it was just the boys that decided not to wear theirs. They both said that tennis shoes were more comfortable for the occasion. :-)
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It was a lot of fun, Aunt Noelle, and your boys would have enjoyed it. If you homeschooled, you could go on fun field trips like this. :-) I'm probably getting myself in trouble for saying that . . .
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My uncle was a bombadier in a B24. He was shot down over France and then smuggled by the French underground back to the Allied part of France.
ReplyDeleteThat's so neat, Technoprairie! I'll bet your Uncle has a lot of great stories to tell . . .
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