Staff Sgt. Buckley, Master Sgt. Kuharek, Sgt. Gallagher, Staff Sgt. DeHart, Sgt. Spitzer
RIP - American Hero!
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RIP Capt. Albury. Thank you.
Those two bombing runs saved so many lives it was a act of mercy on our enemy and blessing for our men
Indeed. RIP for a certified hero.
Super Hero indeed, can you imagine taking off with that thing, armed are not.
Rest in peace our greatest generation and thank you.
RIP, Captain Albury.
Thanks and God’s speed Captain Albury.
(I had the pleasure of talking with the son of one of the navigators while in Cody WY)
Col. Paul Tibbets and his men broke the Japanese fanaticism with their two atomic bombs and thus paved the way for an end to the war and the killing, the prevention of many additional deaths, and the free and prosperous Japan that we’ve known for 60+ years.
Despite lots of criticisms from Lefties who are freaked out about nuclear weapons, nobody could reverse or take away from them what they did. They had every reason to be proud for all their days.
RIP.
Must have died from radiation poisoning. < /sarc>
The Greatest Generation.
I have a photograph of the Enola Gay (taken 3 days after the mission) signed by Paul Tibbets and Theodore Van Kirk, and it is my most prized possession (that and my Harley).
My dad was the intelligence officer for the 509th Bomb group and helped to brief the crews of the Enola Gay and Bocks Car before their missions. Bocks car dropped “Fat Man” the plutonium fueled bomb on Nagasaki. I was in Nagasaki a few years ago and stood at ground zero where a Catholic Church was. There is a wall of the church still standing with a statue of St. Joseph at the top. It brought a lump to my throat. God Help the USA
I visited the Museum on a field trip with my daughter's class last week. I'll admit that I tried to touch the nose of the mighty Superfortress, but those clever curators have Bock's Car at rest a couple of feet too far out of reach. :)
High Flight
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Regards
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