Yeah… pretty much the same
English Channel Yields Rare WWII Find
During the week of June 12th, 2013, Britain’s RAF Museum recovered the wreckage of a German Luftwaffe bomber from the depths of the English Channel, more than 70 years after it was shot down during the Battle of Britain.
Read more at History.com
Something like how I picture the take down happening
GO HOME KOSTIK!
Erich Alfred Hartmann (April 19, 1922 – September 20, 1993), nicknamed “The Black Devil” by his Soviet enemies, was a German World War II fighter pilot and is the highest-scoring fighter ace in the history of aerial warfare. He claimed 352 aerial victories (of which 345 were won against the Soviet Air Force, and 260 of which were fighters) in 1,404 combat missions. He engaged in aerial combat 825 times while serving with the Luftwaffe. During the course of his career, Hartmann was forced to crash-land his damaged fighter 14 times. This was due to damage received from parts of enemy aircraft he had just shot down or mechanical failure. Hartmann was never shot down or forced to land due to fire from enemy aircraft.
Народ, Армия, Сталин - Спасли тебя, Москва! / The people, the Army, Stalin - has saved you, Moscow!
1947 -So, how’d that Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact work out for ya, USSR?
yo, is that dude got two M24 grenades tied together?!
“This Russia! One grenade not enough for killing Gans!!”
How I picture me and Kelsey ever trying to sneak into Lud’s house.
"Hinkle? Is that you? Hinkle? Shit!"
"You asked me to move! I’m movin’! I’m movin’!"
"Hinkle, sweetie, I’m home!"
“Hinkel vinkel eat ze armpit, huh?”
Bwahaha love this series!! Makes me laugh so friggin’ hard!!
PBY Glister Gunner, 1944.
I got some information on this from here:
Found in the December 2002 issue of B&W magazine, in an article about the man who took the picture, Horace Bristol; he was a member of a Navy unit of photographers, and thus ended up being on the plane the gunner was serving on, which was used to rescue people from Rabaul Bay (New Britain island, Papua New Guinea), when this occurred:
“…we got a call to pick up an airman who was down in the Bay. The Japanese were shooting at him from the island, and when they saw us they started shooting at us. The man who was shot down was temporarily blinded, so one of our crew stripped off his clothes and jumped in to bring him aboard. He couldn’t have swum very well wearing his boots and clothes. As soon as we could, we took off. We weren’t waiting around for anybody to put on formal clothes. We were being shot at and wanted to get the hell out of there. The naked man got back into his position at his gun in the blister of the plane.”
Fucking reblogging this for TWO reasons. One is OBVIOUS. Two is because THAT is a kick ass story.
At first I’m like “Wow, that’s kinda cool”
And then the symbolic writer in me comes out and is all “Look at how the earth just swallowed it up, like its repairing its self, healing, burying the memory of war, preserving it, etc”
… just hush brain. HUSH