Post by dirtydog1006 on Dec 15, 2010 14:59:34 GMT -5
My group had been in CAP for awhile: had 5-6 stripes, qualified to wear the orange hat, starting to run the squadron. High-school graduation was just a glimmer on the mental horizon. This would be our Golden Time. Therefore we were delighted but not at all surprised to learn a Senior member transferring in was bringing a T-34A with him. I regarded a T-34 much as I regarded Miss September 1966, and I was not alone. We never saw this guy, but word was he had had two forced landings on the way to KBED. Much more important was the announcement that cadets helping out with the plane would get back-seat time, hour for hour. We were all over that! For awhile it was straight home from school, blast through the homework, inhale dinner, and off to the airport. She sat in a corner of the hanger, sand bags instead of engine and prop, looking mighty dingy. The cans of polish and cubic yard of rags were all the instructions we had, or needed. None of this wax-on-wax-off bs for 'our' T-34. We spit shined that airplane. When she was all back together and buttoned up she was a pretty sight indeed. We each had about 16 hours coming to us (and upper bodies like Arnold). Then she just vanished, with no sign-up sheet or flying schedule. I was kind of annoyed.
Within days, the newspaper said a small plane had gone down off Revere Beach, killing the sole occupant. This was sad enough, but I was truly aghast at the photo. In the surf with her tail sticking up like the hand of a drowning person was 'our' T-34A. Her shine and our adulation had not protected her from some failure of mind, or body, or airplane part.
I have wondered if things would have been different with one of us in the back. Not that a cadet would have saved the day: this is real life, not the movies. But with a kid in back maybe he would have flown more carefully. Or maybe there would be two dead. Who can say? I have come to suspect he was a low-time guy, whose enthusiasm exceeded his ability with that T-34. Maybe she was his 'doctor killer'. While I had thought it mean of him to fly without us, maybe he was looking out for us after all.
Within days, the newspaper said a small plane had gone down off Revere Beach, killing the sole occupant. This was sad enough, but I was truly aghast at the photo. In the surf with her tail sticking up like the hand of a drowning person was 'our' T-34A. Her shine and our adulation had not protected her from some failure of mind, or body, or airplane part.
I have wondered if things would have been different with one of us in the back. Not that a cadet would have saved the day: this is real life, not the movies. But with a kid in back maybe he would have flown more carefully. Or maybe there would be two dead. Who can say? I have come to suspect he was a low-time guy, whose enthusiasm exceeded his ability with that T-34. Maybe she was his 'doctor killer'. While I had thought it mean of him to fly without us, maybe he was looking out for us after all.