When I was a very young man I watched "Twelve O'Clock High" with the precise reliability of the sunrise. It was a TV show about B-17 bombers crews flying missions over Germany during WW2. To my young mind it was live footage shot over enemy territory. My father had to explain that it was actors and only some of the flying scenes were real. He found the movie by the same name one Saturday afternoon and we watched it together. He explained that the "Twenty-Five missions" meant that crews could go home afterwards because the job was so dangerous that very few survived to take that twenty-fifth trip.
Some time later we watched the Memphis Belle documentary about the first crew to make it a full tour. My young mind was overawed at the bravery of men who could face that sort of danger; there no place to hide in those big slow-moving birds, you simply had to fight and win, or go down in flames. So, when I came face to face with this legendary aircraft, I was humbled and awed. This was the vessel that faithfully carried those unassuming heroes safely through the chaos and hazards of war.The sobering thought that this was the first B-17 to complete twenty-five missions took a fair bit of the excitement out of seeing it in person. Each of the hundreds of planes that went down before making it to twenty-five missions carried a crew of ten young men, most of them not even in their twenties. A terrible price to pay for complacently allowing Hitler to rise to power. Many more would also fall before the war ended.
Impressive bird, and great pictures, thanks a lot for posting them.
ReplyDeleteI agree wholeheartedly with your sentiments too.
Really liked the visual tour. My father flew with the 8th Air Force as a top turret gunner and flight engineer on a B-17. He did 25 missions, the last two being "Chowhound" food drops into the Netherlands as the war was ending. I've got to get up to Wright-Patterson before I get too old to appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteJim