The original Badd Ass Motherfeckers:
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Representatives from the Harlem Hellfighters, 1918.
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The original Badd Ass Motherfeckers:
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Representatives from the Harlem Hellfighters, 1918.
Tough looking buggers there!!
It looks like the end of an awards ceremony as they all have the French Croix de Guerre on their uniforms. In addition there is a star which I think denotes a mention in their Regimental or Brigade Orders.
Especially if it started because you were outside, standing on a pontoon, turning the hand crank to get it started because the battery was dead....
400 Squadron. Winter SAR, Matagami, wheel ski DHC-3, -10 C, I'm the guy on the step of the starboard landing gear strut helping to turn the crank on the flywheel, and getting awful tired before the bugger caught on the 6th try.
Somebody left the aft equipment bay light on all night.
Nobody confessed to it.
Yes! The engine has a special sound as it starts, and you feel especially happy if you started it the way God intended - by hand.
US WW1 Black combat troops were attached to the French Arms Corps and were commanded by French officers.
Speaking of aircraft remains...
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And if you have a strong stomach, you can read up on what the Egyptians ended up doing with it:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/01/03/aviation-historians-express-anger-lost-world-war-two-fighter/
Not mentioned in the article, but even more tragic, is the saga of the remains of the pilot (Flight Sergeant Dennis Copping). Some bones were found nearby, but for whatever reason, nobody bothered to examine them closely, or take a sample for DNA analyses, and now those bones have either been reclaimed by the desert, or by ghoulish souvenir hunters. Either way, they've vanished.
If you google around a bit, there's quite the saga about the wreckage, which was discovered in 2012. Although nothing about what happened after the wreck's discovery will instill faith in humanity. Colossal indifference and incompetence from the British government and MoD, shading dealings with a broker that managed to get a Spitfire to use as a trade for the wreckage, then the brokerage, and the Spitfire, vanished into the ether, the Egyptians being intransigent and doing a truly awful "restoration" on the aircraft... And so-on and so-forth, thus is the way of humanity nowadays.
Correct t, these men have yet to be celebrated in the USA.
Correct t, these men have yet to be celebrated in the USA.
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Fernando Juan Casado. Killed in action while attempting to bomb UK troops on Mt. Kent June 14 1982. The shoot down was made by a Sea Dart missile fired from HMS Cardiff. The pic seems like a composite. A bit ghastly?
No picture. ??
The Navy always struck me as among the hardest ways to serve.
Army? Under orders, sure, but you're largely self-directed. Huckering down or running off is always an option. Seek cover? You can do that. Show initiative? You can do that, too. Reckon I'll wait here for a minute or two, maybe evaluate what's going on? Sure, unless the Corporal tells you otherwise.
Air Force? See above, but running off is much faster and can happen in three dimensions.
But Navy? The Captain makes a decision. "Let's mount a suicidal charge against a superior foe". Meanwhile, down in the boiler room, the stokers run goon spoons until they're told to stop, or the water comes up past the doors of the firebox, or they die, either suddenly and horribly or over a period of some time, trapped in a metal box. There's no running off or huckering down, and it seems a great opportunity to have things happen to you rather than making things happen yourself.
Tough bloody gig, that. Tougher than me, to be sure.
The Navy always struck me as among the hardest ways to serve.
Army? Under orders, sure, but you're largely self-directed. Huckering down or running off is always an option. Seek cover? You can do that. Show initiative? You can do that, too. Reckon I'll wait here for a minute or two, maybe evaluate what's going on? Sure, unless the Corporal tells you otherwise.
Air Force? See above, but running off is much faster and can happen in three dimensions.
But Navy? The Captain makes a decision. "Let's mount a suicidal charge against a superior foe". Meanwhile, down in the boiler room, the stokers run goon spoons until they're told to stop, or the water comes up past the doors of the firebox, or they die, either suddenly and horribly or over a period of some time, trapped in a metal box. There's no running off or huckering down, and it seems a great opportunity to have things happen to you rather than making things happen yourself.
Tough bloody gig, that. Tougher than me, to be sure.