RE: How old are you?

:'(

Hi again Dave
When I was a young”old Fart” I enjoyed life dispite it being WW11.
We used to visit aircraft crashes which were very numerous in my
area at this time.
One story which stands out is that after looking at a crashed B17
near Irthlinbgborough in Northamptonshire my brother and I (now
another old fart) used to collect items found nearby.
On this occasion we found a 50 calibre machine gun and a belt of
ammunition in an adjacent field nearby and as we were proudly
walking off with our “items” we both felt two heavy hands on our
shoulders from behind and alas it was two Airforce Policemen, we
were very frightened as they had large baseball bats, white helmets
and gaiters and looked quite fierce. However, they merely said
“now then lads you don’t really need these items” to which we
sheepishly replied “Not really”. They put us and the “amoury”
into their Jeep and took us a great speed across the field (we
enjoyed this) and were made to put the “items” into the back of a
large truck with lots of other stuff “Well done” lads they said
giving us a large packet of GUM and seeing us off the site with a
definate – do not come back. We had a good supply of 50 calibre
ammunition in those days as we used to bang the sharp end on a
rock to loosen the bullet and empty the cordite which made very
good rockets.
We also found a Nissen Hut near the Chelveston Airfield which
contained veri-light cartridges. These made superb rockets
until we sent one over a very important persons front garden,
who threatened us with the police but then relented PHEW!!!
Later during the war I joined the local ATC (being a tall lad and
looking older than I actually was ) we used to get flight
experience rides in B17’s from several local airfields and often
then entertained to lunch (this was out of this world as we were
on wartime rations at home)
We also had similar flights at the local RAF Flying Training School
at Sywell near Northampton and flew in such aircraft as Wellingtons
Airspeed Oxfords, Dominie’s and of course the old Avro Anson’s
(being healthy young old farts at this time we were always ask to
wind up the undercarriage and to lower it when landing – we had to
work for a living on this aircraft.
This is just a few stories from an old fart but if you would like
some more I think I might just be able to dig up a few with my
old fart brother.

dakota

RE: How old are you?

:'( Hi Dave – yes I must be one of the oldest “FARTZ” and I have
passed more wind than a good many other “Fartz”

But I am still going!!!!!!!!

dakota

RE: How old are you?

I am the big “72” and originate from Northamptonshire
(heart of the 8th USAF area WW11)