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lonestarflight · 2 months
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Boeing Y1B-17 Flying Fortress flying near Mt Ranier, Washington.
From the Paul Fedelchak Collection.
Date: February 28, 1938
San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive: link, link
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stone-cold-groove · 3 months
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Air transport Cannonball. Douglas Aircraft - 1944.
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favmomnextdoor · 6 months
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Veterans eat free today…
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The Women of Masters of the Air -1x02 and 1x02
Women's Land Army
Red Cross Clubmobile
Women's Army Corps
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blackros78 · 9 months
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us-air-force-2 · 1 year
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headlesssamurai · 8 months
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//the_mummy/1999/ //dir_stephen_sommers/
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les-portes-du-sud · 13 days
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When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
Mark Strand.
Art: Paris, 2018 by Evgeny Lushpin
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floridagirlboy · 7 days
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i think marine corps got his license suspended a few years ago by gov himself for horrible reckless driving. im talking like
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like that. has rammed his shitty ford fiesta directly into gov's house at least twice and only one of them was an accident. and now navy has to fucking drive him everywhere. you can't ever Just talk to marine because navy is usually right around the corner because he had to fucking drive him there. and navy always has to give his opinions on anything you're talking about. worst duo ever
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lonestarflight · 9 months
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"Consolidated B-24 Liberator, 15th Air Force, flies over smoke from bombs that struck at an enemy gun positions in the Sete area of Southern France."
Date: August 12, 1944.
NARA: 204897962
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stone-cold-groove · 3 months
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Flying buzz-saw! Oldsmobile division of General Motors - 1943.
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nocternalrandomness · 7 months
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British Army AH.7 landing at Middle Wallop, England
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Episode 3 and Episode 5 of Masters of the Air were very action packed and focused on the air battle so there weren't a lot of women in these episodes BUT! I still caught a glimpse of ladies! If you look in the background you can see a whole bunch of WACs hard at work at headquarters. They can be hard to find at first so look closely! I even made you some gifs just to be sure they aren't missed ;)
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WACs assigned to the 8th Air Force, Headquarters performed a wide variety of jobs including secretaries, teletype operators, cooks, file clerks, photo technicians, switchboard operators, radio operators, draftsmen, translators, weather observers, aircraft plotters, cartographers, and much more.
Here are some original photos of WACs assigned to the 8th AF HQ at work:
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That last photo is a favorite of mine. Two WACs stationed with the 401st Bomb Group posing with a B-17 "Flying Fortress" Jan 8 1944.
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ifelllikeastar · 1 year
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Captain Colin Kelly was a World War II B-17 Flying Fortress pilot who flew bombing runs against the Japanese navy in the first days after the Pearl Harbor attack. He is remembered as one of the first American heroes of the war after ordering his crew to bail out while he remained at the bomber's controls trying to keep the plane in the air before it exploded, killing him. His was the first American B-17 to be shot down in combat.
* Kelly was with the 14th Bombardment Squadron, 19th Bombardment Group, United States Army Air Corps
Colin Purdie Kelly Jr. died December 10, 1941 at the age of 26.
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us-air-force-2 · 2 months
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Lilla Thornton (Masters of The Air OFC)
Note: A little introduction to my newest original female character for the Masters of The Air universe. Look out for all her adventures in the weeks to come. Word Count: 895 words.
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Glass plasma bottles clicked against each other as they moved inside the chipped wooden crate marked "Medical Supplies". Pyramids of morphine syrettes threatened to spill with every second step heavier than the opposite. In a different setting, desperate hands would be grabbing at the morphine, like kids to a bowl of candy. It was a highly sought-after substance on the frontlines by medics, but in the ghostly quiet hallways of the on-base infirmary, no one dared to steal from what supplies graced the stockroom. 
In the middle of the infirmary's hustle and bustle lay a heavy oak desk, out of place and odd for its surroundings but very fitting for the occupier who worked upon it, hour after hour.
Thud! Rattle! Clunk! The wooden crate came to rest upon the paper-laden desk as dainty hands rifled through its contents, determined to find the item that she so urgently needed.
"Ah-ha!" the gentle rasp with a Texan accent piped up as she grasped what she was looking for in her left hand. "There you are, you little rascal."
"Still talking to the medical supplies, I see."
"You know me, Nora. If a seasick-riddled boat journey across the pond can't change my ways, it will never happen," Second Lieutenant Thornton chirped as she turned to stand before the friendly face.
Lilla Thornton was a petite girl from Fredericksburg, Texas. Although she was small in stature, she had a big personality. As head nurse, the tiny Texan often had to drum up morale as her fellow medics worked tirelessly on wounded men evacuated from the battle-damaged aircraft returning from missions into occupied Europe. It was almost like working on a production line; as soon as a patient was stable, they'd be moved to a more suitable bed within the infirmary, away from all the chaos.
A no-nonsense kind of girl, Lilla was known for throwing herself into her work, placing it on top of her list before pleasure. Her time at Thorpe Abbotts was a perfect example of this practice. As her nurses clung to the men of the 100th every Friday at the Half Moon Inn, the young Lieutenant would spend her night taking stock of supplies and rolling bandages. Even back home, she'd rather spend her weekends studying or helping her father run the family ranch than travel the hour into Austin to go drinking and galavanting with her friends.
Growing up, she had to learn and take responsibility more quickly than most girls. At the age of seven, her dear mother Tabitha passed suddenly of an unknown illness that doctors were trying to grasp a better knowledge and understanding. Lilla was the eldest of three siblings, meaning any extra time she had after her classes were finished was spent working to bring in extra money to aid the family finances.
Her father, a cripple who couldn't work, always encouraged the brunette to follow her heart, and on the 18th of August 1941, Lilla Thornton joined the Army Nurse Corps. With a passion for helping those in need and a hard-working ethic, Army life came as easy as learning to crawl as an infant.
Training started at Brooke General Hospital, San Antonio, Texas, before she was assigned to the Eighth Air Force as a breakaway unit in September of 1942. A single gold bar sat proudly upon the collar of her dress uniform and the new role of head nurse upon her shoulders.
At Kearney Army Airfield, Nebraska, Lilla made friends with a fellow nurse from Louisiana. Like Lilla, Nora was a serious person putting just as much dedication into her role as a nurse as the Texan girl did. Nora and Lilla forged a friendship that would stand the test of time.
Thrusting the two bottles of saline towards the medic, followed by some syrettes of morphine, Lilla raised an eyebrow in question at the female before her.
"This should be more than enough for now. You don't happen to have any chocolate in your magic box, Lieutenant Thornton?" Nora’s Southern drawl emphasized certain words as she asked the smaller female. 
Holding up a finger, Lilla turned and began to search through a heavy oak drawer connected to her desk before producing a foil-covered article. Chocolate had become a rare commodity, especially with all the rationing the Americans faced while living in England, and what they could get a hold of tasted far from what they were used to back home. 
"This is my last ration for this month. It better be for a good reason you’re looking for some. You owe me one, Nora."
"You got my word, Li. If you have the time, can you check on Lieutenant Payne? I think he's coming down with pneumonia."
Looking up from her clipboard at the mention of one of the navigators, Lilla nodded. It was apparent there was some kind of bug going around the base. She’d already treated a few men with similar symptoms.
"I don't have long left until I've finished my shift here, but I'll be round as soon as possible. Just make sure he's kept warm until I get there."
Returning her attention to the crate of supplies, Lilla sat down behind the desk to begin the final stock check of her shift.
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