Guy, just thought you maybe interested in a reply to the images that we took at Upottery from Don Burgett............
jack,
I just viewed your posted photos - - - - - When I got to the runway I just sat and stared, you can't possibly know what that view did to me. Thank you for taking the time, trouble, effort and your pain to get the photos. Also thanks to your kiddies for thinking of bringing the camera along with their dad after taking the pictures. Or the other way around. Jack, give our thanks to the person who gave you permission and the combination to the lock to enter the hallowed ground in our names. He could have said "No."
Right now I can hear the pilots cranking the engines, the cough and fireing as they caught and revved up. The pilots pushed the throttles to proper RPM, checked their mags and gauges the C-47 shook and vibrated as though eager and we were silent to the man.
The ship farthest to our left added throttle, moved forward toward the runway, did a right ninety and paraded left to right before us as vanguard, moving between us and the runway, heading to the right end of the runway and take-off point. We watched the flames of exhaust in the growing dark as the ship, filled with 101st Eagle men loaded with tools of war shadowed past.
It became our turn, the ship shuddered and moved, turned right and followed the ships in line before us. At the end of the runway we did a left 180, lined up with that runway, the ship in front of was gathering speed heading away from us. Our pilot firewalled the throttles and we went as over a bumpy country road heading toward the skies and Normandy. When the gear cleared the ground we were airborne, we cheered as one breaking the silence. We were going to war.
To my recollection I never saw the control tower. All the while we were in the marshalling we were busy from revellie to taps studying maps, arial photos, listening to breifings, studying enemy weapons, studying men dressed in various enemy uniforms parading in and out of our tents unannounced, cleaning and recleaning weapons, sharpening trench knives, placing weapons on our bodies to see where we as individuals found them best suited, and everything else it takes to get ready to spearhead an operation as large as The Normandy Invasion.
The control towers are located on the runways; the only time we got to the runways was when we arrived at our assigned planes and then we had to get pararacks ready and installed on the belly of the planes. Count our ammo, load our weapons and make sure all was in readiness.
Once in the plane and all was loaded outside and inside it was beginning to get dark and we were preoccupied with other things.
Jack, what memories. Thank all of you from all of us.
Don Burgett, I suddenly feel a little older tonight.
*thanks to Don & Mark Bando and Trigger Time.