USAAC Martin B-10 Bomber of the 23rd Bombardment Squadron over Oahu, Hawaii - 1941
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Douglas XB-42 Mixmaster (43-50224) parked on the tarmac, likely at the Muroc Army Airfield, California. This was the first of two prototypes ordered by the USAAF.
Date: May 10, 1944
SDASM Archives: 01_00095105_2, 01_00095103_2, 01_00095104_2
National Museum of the United States Air Force: 061020-F-1234S-001
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Two Douglas twin-engined army bombers crashed to the street in Bellerose, Queens, June 17, 1940, after locking wings 2,500 feet in the air. One plane crashed on the street (right, foreground) and the other one around the corner (left, background) after narrowly missing one of the houses.
Photo: Associated Press
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One Of Our Bombers Is Missing
(Life Magazine - November 13, 1943)
On an airfield somewhere in England, the members of a ground crew wave farewell to their Flying Fortress as it takes off on its last combat mission.
For the families and friends of aerial combat crews, no phrase tolls so grim a message as "Four (or five or ten or 20) of our bombers are missing." Curt and dispassionate in themselves, the words are like a knell to those who wonder what fuller drama they foretell,
what tales of flame and flak, of dizzy death dives or parachutes blooming like water lilies in the high blue air. But to the ground crews waiting by the lonesome runways, the word "missing" holds other homelier but no less poignant connotations. For they are the
men who must look upon the empty bunks, the small abandoned treasures, the neat uniforms hanging in the quiet barracks. On these pages you see what happens at a U.S. air base somewhere in England when one of our Fortresses does not return from a mission.
Sweating out the mission the ground crew huddles in the dispersal area under a melancholy English sky, waiting for the brave comrades and the plane they had long devotedly served.
The other planes came in three hours ago. At last, picking up tool boxes and radio-room hatch cover (removed to free a gun when plane took off) they trudge sadly back to quarters.
Remembrances of a young American litter Navigator’s dresser. He was only 21 but he had directed his ship on many missions. Behind him he leaves these humble relics.
In silent array the neat empty uniforms hang above the neat empty bunks in the barracks. At right is a technical sergeant’s tunic with service ribbons, silver wings.
Pilot’s belongings are packed by assistant squadron adjutant for shipment home to missing man’s family. There are letters, clothes, snapshots, souvenirs, medals…
The mission is recorded on map in enlisted men’s barracks by the gunner of another plane. He told all he could see and ground crew is positive their pals escaped alive.
Chaplain writes to gunner's mother. He has waited a few weeks to make sure letter has been preceded by the official "The War Department regrets to inform you...."
Redline, named because he draws no pay - like soldier whose name has been scratched from payroll - waits on familiar bunk. He had much flying time in the missing ship.
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