Posted on 12/07/2017 7:03:42 AM PST by mairdie
Striking images of fighter planes and bombs used during the Second World War have been brought into the twenty-first century after being expertly colourised.
The vivid colour images show crashed aircraft engulfed in flames, captured Nazi prototype planes, and military troops working to get jets and bombs into working condition.
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I believe that third photo is Lyudmilla Pavlichenko, Who with a Mosin Nagant, and later an SVT 40 had 309 registered kills.
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Everyone in mom’s family back then was knitting sox for the men overseas.
One day they received a letter from a GI in which he had NOTHING good to say about the Red Cross, and told everyone to not donate ANYTHING to them.
Thank you
Looks straight out of “The Dawns Here Are Quiet.”
Thanks for the post.
Thanks for the ping. Very nice photos with great colorization.
I’ve gotten so used to the idiocy of the Daily Mail writers that I didn’t even see it. And you’re right, of course. We should always notice what our education system has done to the next generation.
My father served there in the early twenties. From his book “Old Soldiers’ Drums.”
ASAWA NI AKO
(A Song for All the Little Sunshines)
In the outskirts of Manila
In the barrio called Pasay
The soldiers used to bogao
Just the same as you and I.
The dalagas used to gather
By the banyan near the pool
Where the carabao used to wallow
And the behos used to drool.
It was there that first I met her;
Anacleto was her name;
Dark she was, her hair was darker;
Where she used to search for game.
Four feet tall in red chinelas
When she wasn’t squatted down
And she coyly shook the dirt off
Of her peso cotton gown.
But I left her there forever
For I couldn’t stand the strain.
Thank gawd! I left Manila
And my GuGu wife or twain! Adios!
******
OUTCASTS
Outcast men of the world are we,
Sunk in the depths of iniquity
Detested by all and loved by none.
A blot on the face of the kindly sun.
Men of training and breeding and birth
Who knew full well what the game was worth
Who played their hands — and lost —
— and then
Lost themselves from the world of men.
We hid ourselves in the Island world
Where the flashing coils of the “Snake” are curled
We sought the depths to hide our shame.
The “thing” we had made of an honored name.
We swam the Bay in the early dawn
But the Shark came not, and we lived on.
We sought the end in the bolo’s steel
But hearts wounds live, while flesh wounds heal.
We went unarmed to the Moro’s “jil”
But they called us “mad” and they would not kill.
And the Padre came with his tale of Grace
But we knew better, and laughed in his face.
We twined our hearts in a woman’s hair
Then tried to forget in the din and glare
Of a “tienda down on the opal bay
Where many men come and some men stay.
We lost ourselves in the Army then,
Our identity merely “Enlisted Men”
But in the dusk, when the shadows start to crawl
In their weird, wild dance on the barracks wall
A ghastly pageant that comes to stir
Our memory again to what we were
And we bow our heads and stifle a cry
For we don’t know how and we’ll never know why.
Your picture is absolutely priceless. I am so deeply happy that you found this today.
What I mostly remember about Lyn’s map was the incredible feel of the silk and the detail they were able to get printing on such closely woven fabric.
Put me on.
Done.
Always, Quilla. It felt so good to see your post.
It would be wonderful if someone knowledgeable about planes could guess what he was probably demonstrating to his friends. Something about attitude, I would imagine, but the lower hand confuses me.
Thank you and please add me to your ping list.
about hand position..
Pilots use that to explain maneuvers
Showing positions of the aircraft
and recreate encounters with the
Enemy.
What is the story of an X-wing fighter on a WWII carrier?
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