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Flying Legends of World War II: Archive and Colour Photos of Famous Allied Aircraft
Flying Legends of World War II: Archive and Colour Photos of Famous Allied Aircraft
Flying Legends of World War II: Archive and Colour Photos of Famous Allied Aircraft
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Flying Legends of World War II: Archive and Colour Photos of Famous Allied Aircraft

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More than thirty Allied Forces' WWII aircraft types are illustrated in many rare and previously unpublished black and white and color photographs. Each type is described giving vital data on development history, combat record, famous pilots and significant air battles. Performance, range and weapon loads are also included. The unique color photographs are from the collection of the late William B. Slate, an aviation photographer who strove to capture the thrilling perspective that can only come from close-up, in-flight vantage points from an aircraft flying in formation.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 13, 2011
ISBN9781783032389
Flying Legends of World War II: Archive and Colour Photos of Famous Allied Aircraft
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Philip Handleman

Philip Handleman is the author of twenty-three aviation books and recipient of awards for his contributions to aviation, including the Lifetime Distinguished Achievement Award from the Tuskegee Airmen National Museum. Mr. Handleman is a longtime pilot who flies antique aircraft out of his private airport. He belongs to more than 30 aviation organizations.

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    Flying Legends of World War II - Philip Handleman

    Chapter 1

    Keep Them Flying

    Salutes

    From spring through autumn, at out-of-the-way airports scattered across both the American and European landscapes, aviation enthusiasts can be observed tinkering with the machines that warm their hearts and light their souls.

    At the crack of dawn, when the air is still and the morning dew glistens, a distinctive shape, sleek yet strapping, emerges from the rows of weather-beaten hangars. In the glow of the brightening sunrise, the silvery ship projects a simple majesty, and even the uninitiated perceive that this is not just any aircraft but a rare breed with a story as profound and scintillating as the sky itself.

    A deep-bellowed rumble accompanied by a spurt of grey-white smoke signals the first stirrings amid the sleepy surroundings. The old warhorse, cajoled by her proud and adoring master, brays and whinnies. An ornery temperament is the apparent price for such refined pedigree. Gentle stroking of the throttle brings fits and starts until the myriad moving parts harmonize. Once bridled, the bronco purrs.

    There is a purposeful veer off the taxiway onto the adjoining open pasture, flat grassland being the preferred surface for antiques of wartime vintage. A serpentine path to the grass runway reflects the lack of forward visibility from the pilot’s angled perch. With the old-style configuration that places the third wheel in the tail, this ship requires special handling on the ground; she isn’t for novices.

    The fuselage’s exposure sideways reveals classic star-in-bar markings to passersby on the contiguous country lane. Though weekend chores loom, some of the motorists slow to a stop on the side of the road. They know this aircraft is different than the everyday spam cans that crisscross the sky. Yes, this one is of grandpa’s time, the kind he flew when he served during World War II. Or maybe an uncle crewed on the type. Or perhaps a distant relative, whose exact role during the war has been lost to time, happened to serve contemporaneously with this mare and her stable mates.

    From the corner of his eye, the pilot catches a glimpse of the roadside gawkers. A few of them brave the morning chill and stand by their cars, zipping up their jackets and rubbing their hands. Others twist their necks in the warmth of their cars. One in the disparate assemblage waves to the aircraft and soon everyone clustered along the road follows.

    The morning’s flight has turned, innocently enough, into an impromptu flying display. That’s the way it should be, the pilot muses. He tips his head in acknowledgement and raises his arm in a swooping motion over his head to the extent his harness permits. Before swivelling the tail around to point the ship’s nose into the wind for the pre-flight run-up, in the universal language of aviation he flashes a determined upraised thumb to his spontaneous roadside audience.

    The engine howls and the ship vibrates. Toe brakes are stressed to their limit. There is a trace of an easing up, just for a fleeting moment. The sequence repeats itself. The magneto checks verify that sparks are ablaze to keep the cylinders firing. Another falloff, this one more pronounced than the prior two, followed by the engine’s return to a full-throated roar, signals that the propeller governor is cycling through pitch settings

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