Yeah we were brothers in arms , the freight dogs battering their way through the fronts at 9er thousand feet, cockpit leaking like a sieve, riding the turbulence roller coaster up and down and side to side, through nights lit by lightning and St.Elmos fire, guys like me and mine. We were kin with the Diesel 8 guys who in that shrieky, smoky , thunder jet carved their own legends and had their own ethos and tribal lore. Douglas could build them, first for the airlines, and then for us, we happy few,who loved, and appreciated them like the magnificent creations they were , and are. Here I present the mighty 3 and the mighty 8, congregating at Willow Run under an appropriately threatening sky.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 23:11:57 +0000