William Faulkner has some wonderful stories about the WW1 days when people would go up in these rickety planes with a handgun, and take potshots with it with one hand while they flew the plane with the other, or take up a big basket of hand grenades and be lobbing them down at people on the ground while the people on the ground were shooting at them with infantry weapons.
Pilots in war have always been nuts, but there’s levels of nuts.
I love seeing pictures of WW1 infantry preparing to let loose an anti-aircraft volley from their bolt-action rifles. What a wild time of military developments
Somewhere there is a Vietnam book where an American pilot told a story about “One-Shot Charlie”. There was an old Vietnamese man in some village who had some kind of ancient rifle, and every time they were flying nearby, he’d come out of his house and fire a single shot at the aircraft going past him half a mile up or whatever, and then go back inside. Just kind of a “I hate the fuck out of you but all I have is this rifle but fuck yes I will do my part.”
They loved him. They never tried to attack him and I think would have been legitimately angry if someone had tried to hurt him. When you are in war you find your moments of safety and humor where you can.
William Faulkner has some wonderful stories about the WW1 days when people would go up in these rickety planes with a handgun, and take potshots with it with one hand while they flew the plane with the other, or take up a big basket of hand grenades and be lobbing them down at people on the ground while the people on the ground were shooting at them with infantry weapons.
Pilots in war have always been nuts, but there’s levels of nuts.
I love seeing pictures of WW1 infantry preparing to let loose an anti-aircraft volley from their bolt-action rifles. What a wild time of military developments
Somewhere there is a Vietnam book where an American pilot told a story about “One-Shot Charlie”. There was an old Vietnamese man in some village who had some kind of ancient rifle, and every time they were flying nearby, he’d come out of his house and fire a single shot at the aircraft going past him half a mile up or whatever, and then go back inside. Just kind of a “I hate the fuck out of you but all I have is this rifle but fuck yes I will do my part.”
They loved him. They never tried to attack him and I think would have been legitimately angry if someone had tried to hurt him. When you are in war you find your moments of safety and humor where you can.
Flight of the Intruder opens with an A-6 bombadier being hit and killed in the Korean War by a round from a bolt-action rifle at low altitude.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPofeRImxv8