Showing posts with label training a crew. Show all posts
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Friday, March 6, 2015

March 6, 1945


Mar. 6, 1945

Dear Mother:

I should have written again before this because we have been in the ground for the last few days because of bad weather.  As it is I just don't get around to it and this finishes everything.  Finally I get in the mood and I write several letters.

I got the big picture about 5 days ago and thought it was rather good but was a little disappointed.  However I suppose you can't expect the photographers to take a picture of something you can't take and put in front of them.  Anyway if I haven't mentioned it before I think they did a good job, in fact so good I shan't want it to be stuck up around my room here.

The snapshots from El Paso came in Sunday and I really got a kick out of them.  They all came out swell.  I was very surprised at all the snow you had.  I kind of wish I had a chance to shovel a little of it and I suppose you wish I had had a chance to shovel some of it too.  With your busy family I guess you had trouble getting rid of it.  It really did come down and pile up in the flat spots.  I wish I could have seen some of it but the pictures you took came out so well I almost feel that I was at home.  I will send the negatives so you can have some printed and see what you got.

Now I must explain what I am doing by not sending the same kind of paper.  You see I have a lot of this other stuff and must get rid of it some way.  It is about the same as the other and almost the same size so I hope it won't be too noticeable.

I went to church on the post this week for the first time in more than a year.  In fact I can't remember attending a post service since J.B. which was a long time ago, at least it's beginning to seem like a long time.  The service was nothing to talk about.  The chaplain was a bad wanderer or I was because I can't remember what he talked about.  He is really supposed to be very good because I have had to listen to several lectures on morals since I have been here and the last half of the time is devoted to a few statements by the chaplain.  He gave two very good talks and I was somewhat impressed but Sunday's sermon kind of put a pin in my little balloon.  Maybe he just had an off day.

I have been checked out now so I can take the ship and the crew up alone now.  They tell you that they are not checking up on you as a safe pilot but as one who knows what to do if the time comes.  I guess I know what to do all right but I am afraid the crew will feel a few hard landings before I get too good here.  Now I am supposed to start their training and see that they do what they are supposed to up in the air.  Ground school is all taken care of so air training is my speciality.

Sat. we went up on a camera mission.  We had a 3 ship formation each ship having gun cameras.  One of those new P63s made passes on the formation the object being to let the gunners track him with the gun cameras.  Most of the fellows did very well and got a lot of good pictures.  We are trying to get them enlarged so we can send home some good pictures of those 63s.  You know some of the pictures were actual close ups of the plane.  He came so close to the ball turret at times he said he could have spit on him.  It was a lot of fun watching all of it going on.  He would come in and make a pass on our nose and look like we would hit and at the last moment, it seemed to me he would pull away 50 or 60 ft. away.  I got some awful good looks at him if you consider 1/10 of a second a good look because he went under us that fast.


I seem to be writing uphill today.  Maybe it means something but I guess it just is that I have my paper lopsided.  I will try harder.

The tail gunner's folks were in town this weekend and we all went in to dinner with them.  They are from El Paso and typical of the hospitable Texans.  They have a farm 1 1/4 miles square and just a little thing they say.  I don't know what they have on it except cotton and wheat but there must be something else.  Anyway they are really wonderful people.  They also have a beautiful 18 year old daughter!

I must go eat now so here's whats C.C.T.S stands for Combat Crew Training Station.  Now don't you know a lot.  Now see if anyone can guess what M.A.C. means.  We use it every day in flying.

With love
Austin


{Ed. note - Austin had special stationery printed with his name and the US Army Air Forces emblem on it, as seen at the top of this letter.  When he first got the stationery, he used it for each page of his letter.  Now he uses it for only the first page of the letter and plain paper for the rest of the pages.}


Thursday, December 4, 2014

December 4, 1944

Roswell Field
Dec. 4, 1944

Dear Mother:

I am going to make a stab at writing a letter but I have very little to write.  Nothing much has happened of late due to the bad weather which is keeping us pretty close to "home".  I didn't get to fly last night as I should have and so still have my 3 hours to get in.  We were just released from the flight line because of the weather and so have nothing to do.

I have been reading a few books lately partly due to a clipping Mary sent last month.  I have read "Damned to Glory" by Col. Scott.  It is a very good book but not as easy to read or as good reading as his other book "God is My Co-Pilot."













It is a series of short stories about the P40 as it has been used in the war.  The book seems to lack the personal touch he gave to his first one.  However it is very interesting reading and I will send it home soon.  I have also read "The Best of American Humor" compiled by Joseph Lewis French.  Some of the stories are really funny, others are humorous and others are a little too old and too hard reading for me.  Some of the authors are Cobb, Herford, Mark Twain, Eugene Field, Leacock, "Bob" Benchly, etc.  I got quite a kick out of the more recent authors but the humor of some of the others seemed slightly passe.  Anyway I have only read what looked good and passed the rest by.

I hope you are not too hasty sending any Christmas packages because I have hopes of getting home.  However if I don't get home and they come late I will probably wish you had sent them.  Our training here is really over and we are just waiting orders to report for the next phase of training.  Usually you get 15 days leave when leaving here which would mean a trip home.  We may get the 15 days tomorrow or next week or just stay here till next month some time before shipping.  In any event we are pretty sure of the leave some time.  We all hope it will be during Christmas but the Army doesn't care too much about our hopes.  However I would rather have Christmas at home and have it late or early rather than have it here and then go home.  Maybe I am wrong about it all.

We have quite a lot of training yet to go.  If we get sent to Lincoln Neb. which is the usual place we have 3 more phases to go through in training the crew.  You see we know very little about a crew and the crew knows nothing about its B17.  Most of them have just come out of Army Tech schools and have not yet had a chance to practice what they have learned.  Not only must we break in a crew but must teach a co-pilot the B17 inside and out.  If I am the first pilot as I have trained to be I will have to teach the co-pilot all that I know about the B17.  He may be some dumb single engine man or a B26 pilot who is disappointed with his assignment.  All this takes from 9 to 12 weeks which is not too long a time.  Well we will worry about that when we get there.

It looks like that pooch is getting to be 28 lbs of dynamite and a bit hard to handle.  Even though you write as if you were disgusted at times with her I guess you have more fun than anyone.  I think you get more of a kick out of her than anyone.  Who can tell, maybe someday you will get to tolerate her unusual antics.

Well my little note has turned into 3 pages so I guess I shall have to save something for tomorrow.

With love
Austin