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Gone Fishin’
Previously: Having covered the aircraft owned by the museum—it is time to set-up the mission our heroes will become involved in. 78-year-old Cap Sezevich set out from the Port of Danger Bay for a day of fishing on a pre-dawn … Continue reading →
Fighter Squadrons
Previously: Chris returned—taking a remarkably short time changing—and grinning ear-to-ear, “Perfect, Lar, just like that last outfit. You ever think about a career as a tailor?” “That’s wat I did before fixin’ mechanical stuff,” Farkleberry laughed, “An’ afor that I … Continue reading →
Why not me?
Previously: Lar? You are the overall crew-chief, that position requires you to hire and train crew chiefs for each airplane, they will be assigned the rank of ‘Staff Sergeant,’ and you will hold the rank of ‘Master Sergeant.’ Now, who … Continue reading →
Ranks
Previously: “Originally, it was called the Confederate Air Force, and all members were called colonels after the pre-Civil War Southern Colonel plantation-owners. The airplanes were all painted gray with, I believe, red trim. This was because they weren’t allowed to … Continue reading →
Great Northern Beagamute
Previously: “Where’s my Mustang?” “Wal, don’t fret too much,” Lar Farkleberry said as he joined them, “That Mustang’s gittin’ a complete overhaul—the FAA won’t certify her to fly ‘less that’s done. ‘Sides, you got a P-38 ta play with—that-there one … Continue reading →
A voice from thin air
Previously: Roughly an hour later the wounded were all patched-up, warned to get the hell outa the territory—because the next time—the marshals wouldn’t shoot to wound . . . This warning was not lost on the wounded men as they, … Continue reading →
Grand Opening!
Previously: Chris and Sarah were awakened by the sound of the warbirds overflying—and by the time they crawled out of their shelter, the big DeHaviland amphibian had already landed and was taxiing next to their L16; Susie and Jay had … Continue reading →
Airfield Seven Tables
Previously: No one in his or her right mind, GENTLE READER, ever doubts Medlar Farkleberry when it comes to things mechanical, so they followed his instructions—but not before, “Slow down, Larry—Master says I must bail-out and fly with the gulls!” … Continue reading →
Seagulls
Previously: About the same time—aboard the motor boat…The driver saw the approaching airplanes and quickly deployed a strange-looking antenna(?) and flipped-on an equally strange device connected to the antenna. Immediately after—all four engines—two on the Lightning and one-each on the … Continue reading →
Dangerous boat
Previously: It was AJ who first figured out how to defeat the radio interference, “Dad! I think I know a work-around that will restablish radio contact.” “Really?” “Yep. We installed a long-wave transmitter at the airfield and these old airplanes … Continue reading →
The PORT OF DANGER BAY, MINNESOTA 