Pilot poem

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  1. Sport Pilot

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    Dec 5, 2017
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    29D09677-246D-4886-A5E0-6D37C3A01577.jpeg 3764B9D0-D2B4-4BB6-99D4-317F1C21A777.jpeg I found this today at Goodwill.

    It now hangs on the wall in my garage.

    4 bucks.
  2. SkyDog58

    SkyDog58 Touchdown! Greaser! PoA Supporter

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  3. Let'sgoflying!

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    Dave Taylor
    huh had to look that up
    Pat Branin Douglass
    according to this
  4. flyingcheesehead

    flyingcheesehead Touchdown! Greaser!

    Feb 23, 2005
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    I have a similar one (looks exactly the same, but different words) that belonged to my wife's grandfather.
  5. Tankk

    Tankk Filing Flight Plan

    Mar 3, 2019
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    I don't know if anyone monitors this anymore but I'm looking for a specific poem. My friend, Lt Col E.R. Watson passed away on Tuesday Feb 26th. He was a Hump pilot and his family vaguely remembers a poem about Hump pilots that ended something like they had died and when they got to Heaven they were asked to "go back for another load" Is ANYONE familiar with this? Thank You
  6. Bell206

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    Oct 6, 2017
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    I don't know if this is it, but my father-in-law spent time in Kunming and I had researched a few things about the The Hump ops for him in his last years. If you google the author's name it should bring up some additional info.


    OH! History’s page through every age
    Tells of men who accomplish things,
    But few there are shine a brighter star
    Than those of whom this bard sings.

    I’ve flown up and down the airways
    From Hartford to Cooch-Behar
    And have flown on instruments hours on end
    With a line on a single star.

    Up where the oxygens needed;
    Down where it’s gusty and rough;
    When the radio compass is bouncin’ around
    And the going is really tough;

    I’ve flown from Natal to Ascension
    When the scum wasn’t drained from the sumps,
    But it’s nothin’ compared to the thrills ya get
    In a ship flying “Over the Hump”.

    Half round the world from home and Nell
    Living in Bamboo Huts
    (“Bashas they call ‘em”), the heat and bugs
    And the damp almost drive you nuts.

    To the boys in the 13th Squadron
    It’s like saying your ABC’s,
    Cross the Hump to the Lake and Mt. Tali,
    Then over to Yunnanyi.

    We take off from down by Doom Doom,
    At a place called Sookerating,
    With twenty-five drums of gasoline
    To go over the Hump to Kunming.

    First there’s the Fort Hertz Valley
    And before the Taung Pit, which is green,
    We cross the Yellow Mali,
    Then the third, the dark brown Salween.

    We’re getting to eighteen thousand,
    And the engines are singin’ a song
    As the fourth, a red river, slips by below;
    The Lantsang Kiang, or Mekong.

    Across the grim Himalayas
    There’s a million rock peaks,
    And you’re sweatin’ at twenty thousand
    If the engine as much as squeaks;

    For there’s no landin’ up in the mountains,
    And those Japs are at Sumpra Bum,
    And those widow-makers crowd on ya
    Like tenenment homes in a slum.

    In the best of weather the hazards
    ‘Twould take a year to tell,
    But on instruments up in the “Soup” and ice
    The going is really hell!

    Rocky and evil and awful,
    So you’re scared if you have to jump:
    Crossing the ocean is easy
    Alongside of flying the “Hump”!.

    And what if you’re downed in the mountains
    With thousands of rocky defiles?
    If the tigers and Cobras don’t get you
    A days work will net you three miles;

    And what if you get to a river?
    A raft gets you down to the Japs!
    And you know that Home or for flying again
    For the duration (At Least) it is “Taps”!

    Did you say that you had met Bushey?
    Well, in case you didn’t know,
    He went down on his first trip over,
    A week and a half ago;

    Looking? Hell, No! They’re not looking!
    Combing those rocky shelves?
    A Hundred Years wouldn’t be enough time!
    They’ll have to “Walk Out” by themselves.

    Over the PanShan we’re still going great;
    To the South lies the town of Yangpi,
    And we hit the South end of Lake Tali,
    And then on to Yunnanyi.

    Now there’s many a cumulonimbus
    That’s turned a hair gray in my head,
    And too many times have I trembled
    When I thought the right Engine went Dead;

    Cross the Veldt up in Tanganyika
    Each foot brings A “Rockier” Bump,
    But it’s nothing compared to the Ride you get
    With the boys flying “Over The Hump”!

    It’s great to hold the controls
    On that Giant Man-Made Bird ---
    Pratt and Whitneys singing the sweetest
    Concerto you’ve ever heard ----

    For your Heart must be in your flying,
    And you swell with Instrinsic Pride;
    (You see, I’m a Navigator And I just go along for the ride!).

    Most of the danger is over,
    And we feel pretty safe with our load
    When we “Spot” that old Ribbon of Freedom
    That’s know as the Burma Road.

    “Oil for the Lamps of China”
    Was it the Poet said?
    Oil and gas for American Boys!
    They need it like Butter needs Bread!

    We follow the road ‘Cross the Mountains,
    And our Airspeed jumps as we Wing
    Through the Valley that leads for the last hundred miles
    To our destination ---- Kunming!

    Yes! I’ve flown from Natal to Ascension
    When the scum wasn’t drained from the sump,
    But it’s nothing compared to the thrill you get
    In a ship flying “Over the Hump”!

    Oh! Historys page through every age
    Tells of men who accomplished things,
    But few there are shine a Brighter star
    Than the boys with the Silver Wings!

    2nd Lt. J. D. Broughel
    1st Transport Group
    13th Transport Squadron
    U. S. Army
    July 25 to 27, 1943
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  7. Tankk

    Tankk Filing Flight Plan

    Mar 3, 2019
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    Thank you for your response. I'll show it to the family and see if it rings a bell
  8. texasclouds

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    Aug 23, 2018
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    Wood hang on wall. Nice score!
  9. eman1200

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    Mar 10, 2013
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    Where u at, Dog?