Word: slipstream
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...slipstream knifing through the battered B-47 cockpit was bitterly convincing. Obie's agony as he tried to open his eyes against the blinding force was painfully evident. And if old airmen winced when the flight control officer yammered and yelled into the tower microphone, broke in on the G.C.A. operator in hammy confusion, the G.C.A. operator himself was superbly true to life. Calm, careful, his every tone reassuring and reliable, he was just the man to bring a pilot home.* The true Lieut. Obenauf was surely willing to overlook the utterly silly last lines that the show...
Moss is quiet and self-contained. He drives with expressionless calm, seated well back from the wheel. Moss seldom smokes, does not drink, keeps himself fit with long hours in a gym. A superb tactician, Moss often tags along in a preceding driver's slipstream, taking advantage of the reduced wind resistance. To Moss, driving is a "kind of poetry in motion-a feeling of rhythm, of perfect balance...
...paratrooper on the line was Private Wayne Flugum, 23, a supply clerk from Leland. Iowa, making his ninth jump. Now he dangled spread-eagled in the rushing, punishing torrent of the plane's slipstream and propwash. Air Force Lieutenant Thomas Ansberry took the C-123 up from 1,600 to 3,000 ft., let down flaps, slowed his plane to about 70 knots. With two crewmen the copilot went aft to try to pull on the slick, virtually gripless static line (two-inch wide, ribbon-thin nylon webbing) against the dead weight of Paratrooper Flugum...
...R.A.F. cadet, the planes he flew were as perky as their pilot. Light wood, fabric and singing wire, they could bounce to a landing on some farmer's field as handily as they touched down on military runways. Flat-hatting across the countryside with his face in the slipstream, a man could navigate by eye and the nearest railroad track and fly by the seat of his pants...
...babies in [sector] Anton-Quelle-eight," and Knoke saw some 300 Liberators, "like a great bunch of grapes, shimmering in the sky." He attacked head on and got the surprise of his life. "I almost scrape [one] fat belly as I dive past. Then I am caught in the slipstream, buffeted about so violently that ... I wonder if my tailplane has been shot away . . . Damn all this metal...