Saturday, April 27, 2013
One of the things we found in Bub’s footlocker were notebooks. Seemingly they looked to be the ordinary kind one has when they are in school but in these notebooks the class information was not of the ordinary kind. When the air corps expanded to meet the demand of World War II there were not enough skilled mechanics and flight crew members to service the expanding fleet of aircraft that was being assembled to fight the war.
Although Dad was already a good mechanic, his background was mainly automotive. He had told me of his experience in working on Model T and Model A Fords. He was particularly fond of the Ford flathead V-8 engine and was quite skilled in modifying the engine to get the maximum horsepower out of the basic design. He had also modified Model T’s to run on just the frame with minimal body, these he called skeeters as they were faster than the standard Model T.
Dads automotive experience was self taught and broad based. However, he did not have the technical background or the theoretical training to handle more complex machines. The Air Corps for Dad was an opportunity to learn the technical skills he needed to handle the high technology of his time period in aircraft. This training instilled in Dad the habit of keeping notebooks of what he was working on or to keep handy technical information. He always emphasized that before working on any mechanical device that having a technical or repair manual was essential to make a successful repair.
With the outbreak of the war in December 1941 the need for more training meant that Dad was sent to a technical school at an Air Corps base at Chanute Field Illinois. Later in life he mentioned this base but said little of what he was doing there. But his notebook spoke volumes of what he did.
The first page is the cover of one of his technical school notebooks On it he wrote:
Nathan H. Moran
17th School Squadron
January 20, 1942
On the second page are the notes he made of lectures on aircraft technology with drawings he made from what the lecturer put on the chalkboard at the head of the classroom. At this time of the war printed material to educate airmen was probably in short supply so they were encouraged to take notes and assemble their own references from the lectures they were receiving in class.
What Dad diagrammed was the electrical circuits for tachometers that indicated the revolutions per minute (rpm) of a twin engine aircraft. He showed the relevant equipment in the circuit and what their role was in indicating the rpm’s. He also noted that if the connections were reversed the gauges would read backward and give an erroneous reading. He also charted the different circuits that would be encountered with one and two generators in the diagram and the problems that might be encountered. Dad would keep notebooks like this until the end filled with notes and manuals for any repair contingency.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
One of the things my dad loved was cameras and taking photographs, When he joined the Air Corps he was fascinated by what he saw and snapped photos of the airfield at Eglin or Orlando to send home so that his mother and father could see where he worked and what he worked on. In one of these photos is the flightline
with several different pre war aircraft that were still on the inventory of the 23 rd Composite Group even though they were obsolete. In the photo you see two bombers of the pre war Air Corps that had service lives of differing duration.
The plane on the left was the Martin B-10, this bomber was in service in from the mid 1930s until becoming obsolete prior to dad going into the service. The B-10 in the picture has its front gun turret taken out and was probably the B-10M variant that was used for target towing. One of dads tasks while in the Air Corps was to act as a crew man on target towing missions. The towing aircraft would tow a disposable target that aircraft or anti aircraft guns could shoot at. This at times could be a hazardous duty as sometimes the aim of the the aircraft or gun doing the practice was poor and the plane stood as good a chance of getting hit as the target. Dad’s flight log shows he flew many hours of time on these target tow missions and thankfully they were without incident.
The aircraft in the middle of the photograph was an experimental aircraft called the Aircuda. This aircraft was produced by the Bell aircraft corporation as a experimental destroyer aircraft. It was not quite a fighter or a bomber. The idea was to put as many cannons on it to destroy whatever was in front of it in the air. The propellers were at the back of the wing on both sides with the front of the nacelles occupied by gun positions. In theory it was a formidable aircraft but in practice it was a failure. The engines could not get enough air to cool properly, the aircraft was too slow to catch what is was supposed to destroy and mechanically it was unreliable. By the time the photo was taken this aircraft was stripped of armament and was being used as a test vehicle for other projects. The Aircuda never saw active service and shortly after this photo was taken they were taken to be used as airframes to train mechanics at another Air Corps base. Dad’s relation to Bell aircraft was close during the war. He was trained to repair several types of aircraft they produced and was very familiar with their operation. This example however might have soured dad on them as he had a poor opinion of any mechanical device that did not work right.
For more detailed information on both aircraft here are some links
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
A hearty happy birthday to my mom. Won't say the year but she is eternally young to me and my family. This picture was taken shortly after she met my dad in Germany. A copy of it we found annotated with all of the family birthdays and was considered a keepsake by my dad.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
71 years ago an event happened that propelled my father into a future he could not imagine. On December 7, 1941 an attack by Japanese forces occurred at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii that propelled the United States into World War II. He was already in the Army Air Corps and was stationed at Eglin Field in Florida. I asked him once what occurred to him there when news of the attack reached his base. He related that someone raced through his camp yelling that Pearl Harbor had been attacked. He remarked that at the time he wondered where Pearl Harbor was and what would be the implications would be of it. In time he would find himself involved with the war effort at his base and his travels later in his career were related to the effects the war had on the United States. It is unknown to me if anyone from Dad's hometown was at Pearl Harbor at the time of the attack but soon afterward his fellow townsmen would be scattered across the globe fighting the good fight. It is to them that this note is dedicated in honor of their service.