My co-pilot Dad's B-17G became an imperfect airplane when AAA blew a hole in the wing, knocked out the oxygen system, started a fire, and wounded most of the gunners, over Merseburg, Germany on Sept. 28, 1944. Crew all bailed out.
One of the still flying B17s flies into our area every two years for tours and fund raising. The plane was here last year and flew over the house numerous times!
Hearing those four engines is awesome. The only thing better is hearing more than four.
When I was in school a B17 AND a B24 were giving tours at a nearby airfield. I did not have time to get a tour but I could park near the end of the runway where both planes were warming up prior to take off. I would guess I was only a hundred feet or so from the planes and the sound was magical. You could feel the engines.
Eventually, the two planes took off and buzzed the field a few times before flying off to the next show.
Even the single B17 flying over the house was awe inspiring but seeing those two old birds flying was amazing. Seeing, hearing and feeling hundreds of those planes flying overhead on a mission must have been thrilling and powerful for the allies and scary as heck to the people about to be bombed.
When the B17 visited two years ago, my oldest and I did the tour. Ground tours were free and you could fly for about $400 a person. I REALLY wish I had spent the money....
We actually went on both a Saturday and Sunday to visit the B17. We arrived early in the morning but it was summer time so it was already a bit warm and humid. I had on my camera backpack, which is rather large and I could not wear it inside the plane, even getting on the plane via the rear hatch was difficult. The sun had been up only a few hours but the plane was an oven, even wearing shorts and a polo shirt, I was quickly drenched in sweat. I can't imagine what it was like in these planes in the Pacific.
I have read about the WWII planes and history since I was in grade school but it still shocked me to see the thinness of the aluminum skin. A beer can is thinner but not by much.
In Savannah GA, there is the Eighth Air Force museum right next to I95. If one is driving through Savannah, one really should spend a few hours at the museum. We have stopped several times and still need a few more visits to see it all. They have at least one Mig, an F4, and a B47 outside along with a B17 inside and some other planes.
One piece in the museum is a B17 wing section from a plane that was shot down over Belgium. Some of the crew survived being shot down and decades later, one of the crew, found that the wing of their plane had been used by a farmer to shelter animals.
The crewman was able to get the wing shipped to the 8th Air Force Museum.
You can walk right up to the wing and touch it which is pretty cool. What is impressive is how stout the wing is built. It is an amazing structure, even when using a thin skin of aluminum.
But that thin skin would barely stop a BB from Red Ryder BB gun.
The other thing I noticed about walking around the B17 is the tightness of the space. Like I said I could not walk around with my back pack on my back. While the mid section of the plane was not TOO bad, the tail gun was tight and getting forward across the bomb pay to the cockpit was even worse. The cockpit and forward cabin was tight tight. I can see why many of the crew to the rear of the bomb bay would abandon the plane via the bomb bay. The hatches out of the forward section of the plane were tiny tiny. How anyone bailed out of those hatches amazes me but I guess if your choice is get out or die, you find a way.
Course if your were the ball gunner, and the ball did not stop in just the right position, you were not getting out at all. I don't know how those guys climbed down into these balls. I know some died after the ball was stuck out of position and the plane had to land on its belly.
One thing is for sure. The crew on the B17 were much SMALLER than today's adults.
There were many visitors who were to "large" to walk across the bomb bay walkway which has a V support that is rather narrow.
Later,
Dan