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shotdownski
06-01-2004, 09:13 AM
Picked up a book titled "The Wrong Stuff" by Truman Smith a B-17 pilot. Really good read. I haven't finished it yet, but came across this passage and thought I'd share. Note: Balance One is their over-burdened, always busy fighter support.

"Out of the habit I had formed, I looked over my shoulder in the opposite direction of the obvious threat, so as to avoid any surprises - and was I surprised!

There were two little "dots", way up at 3 o'clock high and they were coming in our direction in a hurry. They were aircraft. I could even make out, as they neared, that they had twin engines and twin-boom tails. That could mean only one thing. They were American P-38 Lightnings - Balance One!

Before my goose-flesh got too happy, I thought, Balance? That was no Balance. Two Friendly fighter escorts and fifty Bandits?

Make that fifty Bandits and only one Friendly, because one of the two Friendlies started flying zig-zag over the top of us, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and the other Friendly kept going until he was above the group of fifty Bandits.

Boy, this was going to be some kind of performance. One P-38 - by himself - was going to take on fifty Bandits(?).

Now I had seen all kinds of competition, but this was like a single matador jumping into the arena with 50 killer bulls. Somebody was going to get killed for sure. But if victory was going to go to the guy with the biggest "balls", then Balance One was, unbelievably, the 50 to 1 favorite.

My God! Balance One flew out over the top of the Bandits, rolled upside down into a "split-S" and dove straight down for the fifty Bandits! He must've eaten nails for breakfast.

*******ed American fighter pilots: vain insolent, conceited, arrogant, cocky and impertinent Fighter Jocks! God bless'em all. My skin crawled and my eyes got moist - "Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for another."

There was no doubt, it was a "gutsy" move and I was impressed. Such bravery also impressed the fifty Bandits, because - as if one plane - they all pitched forward into a vertical dive to get away from my hero, the "Forked Tailed Devil", as the Luftwaffe had dubbed the P-38. This was the cool voice on the radio who had been "Just a little busy right now".

Swinging back and forth behind the Bandits, he blew up two Me-109s before they all dove into the cloud deck below us - with Balance One still tailing them.

Wow! What a show! It was well worth the high price of admission. Only the inside of my oxygen mask could have heard my "Thank you Mr. Balance," and - "Where in the hell are you going?" as I addressed our top cover who also took off for the wild blue yonder at the conclusion of their performance."

shotdownski
06-01-2004, 09:13 AM
Picked up a book titled "The Wrong Stuff" by Truman Smith a B-17 pilot. Really good read. I haven't finished it yet, but came across this passage and thought I'd share. Note: Balance One is their over-burdened, always busy fighter support.

"Out of the habit I had formed, I looked over my shoulder in the opposite direction of the obvious threat, so as to avoid any surprises - and was I surprised!

There were two little "dots", way up at 3 o'clock high and they were coming in our direction in a hurry. They were aircraft. I could even make out, as they neared, that they had twin engines and twin-boom tails. That could mean only one thing. They were American P-38 Lightnings - Balance One!

Before my goose-flesh got too happy, I thought, Balance? That was no Balance. Two Friendly fighter escorts and fifty Bandits?

Make that fifty Bandits and only one Friendly, because one of the two Friendlies started flying zig-zag over the top of us, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and the other Friendly kept going until he was above the group of fifty Bandits.

Boy, this was going to be some kind of performance. One P-38 - by himself - was going to take on fifty Bandits(?).

Now I had seen all kinds of competition, but this was like a single matador jumping into the arena with 50 killer bulls. Somebody was going to get killed for sure. But if victory was going to go to the guy with the biggest "balls", then Balance One was, unbelievably, the 50 to 1 favorite.

My God! Balance One flew out over the top of the Bandits, rolled upside down into a "split-S" and dove straight down for the fifty Bandits! He must've eaten nails for breakfast.

*******ed American fighter pilots: vain insolent, conceited, arrogant, cocky and impertinent Fighter Jocks! God bless'em all. My skin crawled and my eyes got moist - "Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for another."

There was no doubt, it was a "gutsy" move and I was impressed. Such bravery also impressed the fifty Bandits, because - as if one plane - they all pitched forward into a vertical dive to get away from my hero, the "Forked Tailed Devil", as the Luftwaffe had dubbed the P-38. This was the cool voice on the radio who had been "Just a little busy right now".

Swinging back and forth behind the Bandits, he blew up two Me-109s before they all dove into the cloud deck below us - with Balance One still tailing them.

Wow! What a show! It was well worth the high price of admission. Only the inside of my oxygen mask could have heard my "Thank you Mr. Balance," and - "Where in the hell are you going?" as I addressed our top cover who also took off for the wild blue yonder at the conclusion of their performance."

Black Sheep
06-01-2004, 12:32 PM
Sounds pretty cool, gonna have a look for that on Amazon ! http://ubbxforums.ubi.com/infopop/emoticons/icon_smile.gif

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TgD Thunderbolt56
06-01-2004, 01:10 PM
Hmmm...sounds like a good read.



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