You can tell a Fighter Pilot, but you can’t tell them much. They call their jet a Bitch, a Beast or a Hog, but if you use those words you’re gonna lose a tooth.
There are a Bazillion odd fact pages on the Internets. Duck quacks don’t echo and cat piss glows in the dark. Yeah, yeah, but we have Hitler’s home phone number.
At one point in the Italian Campaign, the U.S. Army Air Force built a dummy airfield to confuse the Germans and get them to attack it instead of the nearby real airfield. The Germans saw it and dropped dummy bombs on the dummy airfield. Two British columns were passing by each. Field Marshall Montgomery [...]
After six years in Germany I came back and had two goals. To learn to speak English [well] again and to drive 55 mph.
Everything Kitty Werthmann said about the Nazis was what my Mom wanted to happen in America. My Mom was a Nazi, but I’m not.
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My Mother went to her grave saying, “Hitler was a Good Man. He was like Nixon. He had bad advisors.” Before I get into this it might be a good idea to read this post. I’m not a Nazi, But My Mom Was Mom told stories to me all my life. I became a World [...]
Any landing you can walk away from is a good one. Right? B-29-20-BA Superfortress (s/n 42-63489) named “Holy Joe” was assigned to the 881st Bomb Squadron, 500th Bomb Group, 20th Air Force based on Saipan. On 18 FEB, 1945, with 1/Lt James M. Pearson in command and co-pilot 2/Lt Edward Porada they took of at 0647 HRs [...]
My grandmother “Oma” died in 1971. Then I started having dreams. The dreams came daily, then weekly then every month or so. I kept having them for years but it was every so often.
If you haven’t seen Rouge One because you didn’t make bail or parole or the only channel you get in your ward is the weather channel. Don’t worry because there are no spoilers here.