My grandpa is about to die soon, cancer has finally got him, but he was a mechanic in the air force in WWII. Stationed in Alaska. The stories he has...anyway...he loves to tell about what a pain it was to time all the mags, to saftey wire everything, and about when they got this new cocky officer on the base...they pretended to be haveing a hard time getting this one nut on. This one nut on the back of the starter on a P-38 is really nasty to reach..you have to lay on the motor and stretch waaay out and reach around to get it totally blind. So the cocky officer more or less walked in and told em to spread out...grabbed the nut that they gave him...the wrong nut for the stud...and he worked and worked and worked and worked and fianlly got so mad he threw the nut all the way across the hangar and stormed out. I guess he was a lot easier to live with after that.
OR.... the one about the mysterious problem they had with...I think it was with b-17's...not sure...but anyway, they planes would do fine but at a certain rpm, they would all lose manifold pressure . (Don't tell me how they knew that...I assume there is a guage.) And noone could figuire out what was going on. So one night grandpa sat around staring at the motor and thinking it out...finally he decided that it had to be a restriction ...he climbed up, pulled the cowl off dug down and discoverd a "Womans brazzier" stretched across the manifold under the carb. (If I remember right.) So he went and got the Lt., showed him, they checked all the other B-17's and they all had bra's on them. So they submitted it and turns out...they had a lady sabetouer back in the plant in the state who was a Nazi sympathizer.
I always wondered if the interrogaters walked into that room where she was sitting with a big box of 25 bras...."Are these yours?"
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My grandpa is about to die soon, cancer has finally got him, but he was a mechanic in the air force in WWII. Stationed in Alaska. The stories he has...anyway...he loves to tell about what a pain it was to time all the mags, to saftey wire everything, and about when they got this new cocky officer on the base...they pretended to be haveing a hard time getting this one nut on. This one nut on the back of the starter on a P-38 is really nasty to reach..you have to lay on the motor and stretch waaay out and reach around to get it totally blind. So the cocky officer more or less walked in and told em to spread out...grabbed the nut that they gave him...the wrong nut for the stud...and he worked and worked and worked and worked and fianlly got so mad he threw the nut all the way across the hangar and stormed out. I guess he was a lot easier to live with after that.
OR....
the one about the mysterious problem they had with...I think it was with b-17's...not sure...but anyway, they planes would do fine but at a certain rpm, they would all lose manifold pressure . (Don't tell me how they knew that...I assume there is a guage.) And noone could figuire out what was going on. So one night grandpa sat around staring at the motor and thinking it out...finally he decided that it had to be a restriction ...he climbed up, pulled the cowl off dug down and discoverd a "Womans brazzier" stretched across the manifold under the carb. (If I remember right.) So he went and got the Lt., showed him, they checked all the other B-17's and they all had bra's on them. So they submitted it and turns out...they had a lady sabetouer back in the plant in the state who was a Nazi sympathizer.
I always wondered if the interrogaters walked into that room where she was sitting with a big box of 25 bras...."Are these yours?"
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