"Not as attractive" as the young lady on the first post, but you did say to post your "favorite" nose art, so here's mine...
WD-A nose art.jpg
That's
WD A aka "Ridge Runner II" of the 335th Fighter Squadron, 4th Fighter Group, 8th Air Force of the Army Air Corp from WWII. Painted as the plane piloted by Major Pearce McKennon (a mighty fine gentleman and piano player), this beautiful D model P51 Mustang represents the "red nosed" Mustangs that were based at Debden, England, northeast of London near Saffron-Walden.
The Mighty 4th, consisting of Squadrons 334, 335 and 336, was the highest scoring Fighter Group of the war. As a "ground pounder" -- but darn proud of it -- my late father was Flight Chief for A Flight and WD A was the lead bird of the flight (the "Little Friends", as the bomber crews called them).
The 4th was formed after the U.S. took over flight operations from the RAF, as Debden was home to the original Eagle Squadrons (71, 121 and 133 were the RAF's group numbers) which had American pilots flying Spitfires for the RAF. My dad used to say
"It was a good war when the Brits ran the show..." as I guess the regulations went up, the amount of passes went down, and the chow went to hell when the Army Air Corp took over. (Well, there
was a war on, after all...) The British pilots used to pee on the tail wheels of the Spits "for luck" before a flight, which was hell for the ground crews due to the rust and corrosion it caused, but I digress...
The
red-nosed Mustangs from Debden were the first Allied Fighters to make it all the way to Berlin, when Hermann Goering looked up and said
"When I saw Mustangs over Berlin, I knew the jig was up...".
Just thought of this...
It is December 7th... 69 years after the attack on Pearl Harbor... That means that 69 years ago tomorrow, my dad went down to the recruiting office, or whatever it was in those days, and volunteered to put his mechanical and machinist skills to use keeping our planes in the air. Sure, he would have loved to have been a pilot, but he knew others were better educated or skilled for that than he was. But he was very proud of his service.
Now that he's gone, I've got a list of 1,000 questions I'd like to ask him about Spitfires or Mustangs -- guess I'll have to hold those for when we meet again.
Old No7
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