I live in Columbus Ohio, I've been going to The National Museum of the United States Air Force since I can remeber. My grandfather worked at Wright-Patt during WWII, and I used to go there all the time with him when I was young. Now two of the F-4s from the base I was stationed at in GW1 are in the museum. An RF-4 and an F-4G Wild Weasel, so I go there to visit those jets several times a year. My elementary school principal was a B-26 Marauder pilot. Got called to his office one day (my grandmother was a teacher there), and I spent the day looking at his scrap books and photo albums and newspaper clippings from WWII and listening to his stories. My two take aways I remember were him saying they used to call the plane the Widow Maker, and a super sad story about his best friend that was killed when they were practicing flying low level over the water, and his friend turned too low and a wing hit the water and pulled the whole plane in, killing his best friend. I was maybe 10 years old, and my dad had showed me how to build and paint plastic 1/72 scale models. I built a 1/72 scale B-26 for my principal, Mr. Hinton. I was told when he passed away, he had kept the model on his dresser the whole time.
I live in Columbus Ohio, I've been going to The National Museum of the United States Air Force since I can remeber. My grandfather worked at Wright-Patt during WWII, and I used to go there all the time with him when I was young. Now two of the F-4s from the base I was stationed at in GW1 are in the museum. An RF-4 and an F-4G Wild Weasel, so I go there to visit those jets several times a year. My elementary school principal was a B-26 Marauder pilot. Got called to his office one day (my grandmother was a teacher there), and I spent the day looking at his scrap books and photo albums and newspaper clippings from WWII and listening to his stories. My two take aways I remember were him saying they used to call the plane the Widow Maker, and a super sad story about his best friend that was killed when they were practicing flying low level over the water, and his friend turned too low and a wing hit the water and pulled the whole plane in, killing his best friend. I was maybe 10 years old, and my dad had showed me how to build and paint plastic 1/72 scale models. I built a 1/72 scale B-26 for my principal, Mr. Hinton. I was told when he passed away, he had kept the model on his dresser the whole time.