by Dan4th » Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:12 pm
I promised I'd tell the story about my Dad's Cousin
Richard, so here it is::::::::::
He and my Dad were the same age, and they were
both at the University of Maine at the same time.
My Dad graduated in the spring of 1942 and went
straight into the Army Air Corps. Richard was in
the middle of a 5-year engineering degree program,
so he waited until the summer of 1943 and got married
to Bev right before enlisting.
He was so good at where they sent him, Navigators'
School, that they made him an Instructor. Bev was
able to move out to the mid-west to be close-by, but
they couldn't live together. Later on, they switched
him over to B-29s from, I think, B-24s. Despite his
cushy circumstances, and his wife's fears, Richard
always wanted to get "out there" on some real combat
missions, and they finally sent him at some point.
Here's some additional background required for the
story: All through college, Richard had worked on road
crews for a contractor who was doing Concrete Roads
here in Maine. They had to work in all weathers and
conditions, and a "Bad Pour" that didn't set-up
properly had to be jack-hammered-up and poured
again. They got Very Good at adjusting the mix to
suit the circumstances. Concrete was an inexact
science in those days, and Richard used the hands-on
experience as the core of his engineering degree.
There was no such degree in those days, but in effect
that's what his was, and his dissertation was on the
calculation of stresses in structural concrete.....
Anyhow, out to the South Pacific goes Navigator
Captain Richard Danforth to some island -- can't
remember which one -- on a B-29. The island base
was still under construction and they landed on a temporary
runway parallel to the CONCRETE one under construction.
After arrival (quite a hairy landing) Richard took a
stroll over to talk with the guys working on the runway.
They are having the God-Awfullest time getting the
stuff to set-up properly given the climate, humidity,
etc. Half or more of their pours need to be jack-hammered
up and re-poured. The runway should have been completed
a month prior, and it was only half done.
Seeing the situation, Richard decided to pay a visit to the
Commanding Officer who was tearing his hair out due to the
delays in construction. Long story short, Cousin Richard was
immediately requisitioned to the construction team, promoted
to Major and Never Got to fly a combat mission. He DID,
however, get the runway built.......
Dan4th
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Dan4th on Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:46 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I like to do my planning retroactively!