I seem to remember practicing my egg delivery .. a *lot* .. in the P-51.
Peacepkeeper hammered us Aggies pretty hard on never takin off without eggs ..seemed like the ol' Stang always got me to target

I believe that's how I got so hi in buff scoring for some camps.
Just tuff to stop a Stang-buff done 'right'

ie: 10k cruise to tgt, max power for speed a sector out, 45 deg dive into target area, leveling at minimum alt for the drop at very high speed, minimal exposure to flak and back up to 3k for egress on the zoom in WEP ..you could see the 'X' from the bombsite out there just off the nose to guage when yer bombing alt was correct ..hadda be fast or the explosion of yer own bombs would killya ..I seem to remember 500' was too high, <100' was too low ..about 450 indicated and 150-200 ft was ideal

'Good old days' .. ROFL.
Readin the C'n B brought back a lot of memories .. I started gettin pissed all over again.
..'clique' does not even begin to describe it.
It was like all those 'first days' rolled into one .. first day of school, first day at a new job, first time in a strange bar, a lot of people were too intimidated to post at all.
Hawkeye was my cousin .. him and I were both ex-service by then and not much fazed us, every time we got hammered we had no problems hammerin back.
You would sneak up on some of those 'Great Ones' low six and blow them away and the whining would go on for *days*
..every excuse was trotted out like a Litany of IT COULD NOT HAPPEN TO ME!!
There was nothin as rewarding

Amazin how it still goes on .. spelling Nazi's, grammar cops, perennnial 'which plane is better' debates, and always occasional gems of history-facts-good stuff to know,
..heck we all even ..gradually .. learned to type
(bah, a wimmen's skill, nothin to be *proud* of, -rolls eyes-)
Ya BB .. I even learned 'paragraphs' ..sheesh.
-GE aka Frank
-just sayin (tm Pasha)