62 years ago today, my Dad won his wings at Brooks AAF, San Antonio.
He survived 2 crashes in training. The first was a BT-9; he was flying under the hood in the back with another student up front as "safety pilot". The motor packed in on a low-level nav leg, the guy up front yelled "I got it" and immediately stalled/spun the aircraft in from about 1200 feet. Fortunately it was a flat spin and it pancaked in a plowed field. Parts went flying. My Dad jumps out, pulls the unconscious front seater away from the plane and then collapses himself with a serious back injury. He didn't quite break his back but he compressed some disks and had hairline fractures. He lay flat on a board for 4 weeks, washed back two classes and went on to win his wings.
In multi-engine training, he was out paired with another student pilot and three (IIRC) student Navs in the Cessna "Bamboo Bomber" (Remember Sky King's Songbird?) The gear is operated with motors, sprockets and bicycle chains. The chain came off a sprocket and it's not accessible in flight. This was not exactly a rare thing. Unfortunately, belly landings usually resulted in the airplane bursting into flame with attendant total loss of the crew. Ulp. They foam the runway, Dad lands... plane doesn't catch fire, they walk away. The week before, same scenario foam and all... entire crew dies in the fire.
One combat related........... B-25 strafing run on a Jap DD tied up at a pier against a hillside, in a three ship, flying standard 345th "tight" formation. Lead gets flak in the cockpit, rolls left into Dad's right wing. Right wing bent down something like six inches, Dad clips trees getting over hill, clips trees sliding down hill, airplane trying to roll inverted all the way. Full opposite aileron, opposite rudder and one engine at idle the other a firewall, both pilots exerting max pressure to hold the controls. They fly nearly 5 hours to get home like this. Less than a mile out on final, they drop the gear and the full throttle engine chooses that moment to quit. Into the drink, only one minor injury. Superb piece of airmanship.
After the war, day of squadron party, he's out instructing instruments in a B-25. Hydraulic failure, gear won't come down. Fly around for hours, trying everything, even pissing in the resevoir for more fluid. Dad belly lands that one... no injuries whatsoever. Well, except my Mom. Rumor is she drank a bit too much at the squadron party and didn't feel well for days.
So here's to Dad.... I couldn't be prouder of this man.
Some of you have "met" him here as "Panther". He'll be 85 on Dec 30... he still does lovely lazy eights in a PT-26 too.
He sent me a note mentioning this song today.
He Wears A Pair Of Silver Wings
-Artist: Kay Kyser as sung on "The Best Years Of Our Lives"
-Adam VIII, Ltd. A-8042
-peak Billboard position # 1 for 4 weeks in 1942
-competing version by Dinah Shore charted at # 16
-Words by Eric Maschwitz and Music by Michael Carr
Although some people say he's just a crazy guy
To me he means a million other things
For he's the one who taught this happy heart of mine to fly
He wears a pair of silver wings
And though it's pretty tough, the job he does above
I wouldn't have him change it for a king
An ordinary fellow in a uniform I love
He wears a pair of silver wings
Why, I'm so full of pride when we go walking
Every time he's home on leave
He with those wings on his tunic
And me with my heart on my sleeve
But when I'm left alone and we are far apart
I sometimes wonder what tomorrow brings
For I adore that crazy guy who taught my happy heart
To wear a pair of silver wings
For I adore that crazy guy who taught my happy heart
To wear a pair of silver wings
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above
and do not necessarily correspond with lyrics from other recordings, sheet
music, songbooks or lyrics printed on album jackets.
Now Pyro... when you going to get his B-25 in the game?
