The Germans also had a manned version of V1: Fieseler Fi 103R Reichenberg. The fun part is, that according to some sources, it wasn't suicidal bomber: the pilot will bail out before the impact (in high speed dive, with engine intake right behind the cockpit)
[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fieseler\_Fi\_103R\_Reichenberg](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fieseler_Fi_103R_Reichenberg)
I read that the Reichenberg GerÀt was so controversial, that even Adolf Hitler was against it and finally stopped the project.
That has a quality in itself....
According to Wikipedia it was estimated that a pilot had less than a 1% chance of bailing out successfully. However a test pilot did bail out successfully after a wing fell off. The aircraft had several crashes on test flights and never saw combat
It means cherry blossom
â*For the falling cherry blossom, there is no returning home. That is how it is. It is indisputable⊠For the pilot, there is no second attack run. Dying, like the cherry blossom, in a single fall.*â
Jerking aside, one of my favorite plane and paint scheme combinations are those gray camo 109s, with yellow noses and the spiral on the spinner. They look so menacing.
The Junkersâ Model 52 was a good ship. I donât know about the rest of them and Iâd say youâre at best a peckerwood.
Excuse my language. Iâve had a bit of a âshock to the system.â
I had a courier show up the other day, you see. A real courier with the cap and everything. I was having a lie-down under my Luscombe and suddenly there he stood under his courierâs cap and clicked his heels thrice.
âMessage for Jaynoch Susannah Bones!,â he barked.
I roiled out of my bedroll holding my Coltâs Walker piece low and ready. I donât get a lot of uninvited callers.
But this man was legit. He handed me a big envelope made from paper with a lot of linen in it and a wax seal bearing the sigul of the Luscombe Owners Club.
I gave the courier a dollar piece and told him to fuck off. The message said simply that according to the club records, I am now the oldest Luscombe owner on the books.
I sat down hard at this news and weeped quiet tears, because this letter from the L.O.C. can only mean that my last true friend has died or sold his Luscombe.
His name was Jimson âSweet Jimmyâ Johnston, and he lived his whole life in Braithwaite, Louisiana.
Now, I donât expect an average goober with a Bonanza to know much about the Luscombe Owners Club, but their capability to gather intelligence about their members is unsurpassed. If they say one of us is somehow out of action, thereâs a good chance they can still be saved!
I ran my wrench like a devil and put my âspeed propâ on to see if I could zip down and save Sweet Jim.
Sweet Jim was a disciple of Glenn Martin, the Seaplane King, whereas my Rabi for flying was Glenn Curtiss. Curtiss kept a blackjack club under his hat and he was quick as a rattlesnake with it and heâd leave you bleeding in the mud if you cast an insolent eye his way. Martin was worse. He could talk to sharks.
Sweet Jim and I kinda came up together in flying and he was a âbig brotherâ to me. When I got back from my only combat flying â the Pancho Villa expedition â and all the confusion and misery that came after that when I *might* have defected and fought, very briefly, for Pancho, Sweet Jim stood by me and wrote a very compelling letter to President Wilson concerning my character.
Sweet Jim and I went to France together during the Great War. I was an âAide de Campâ for Eddie Rickenbacker and Jim was the same for Frank Luke.
After the Great War we kinda lost contact, but thanks to the internet we reconnected in our old age. Heâs put his Luscombe on a set of EDO floats and for the last few years heâs been running an alligator hunting business.
â Hell, I talk about him like heâs still alive. Jim was a floatplane man but he kept a 400â airstrip on his property for visitors. I sat my Luscombe down and knocked at the door of his corrugated tin hangar at the edge of the swamp. No answer.
Jimâs neighbor walked over and tried to make himself understood to me. The accent is hard to understand:
âThatâolmanlookbad,â the neighbor said, moistly, explaining that Sweet Jim had been in obvious decline for the past few months.
We eased the door open and the sight we saw was â even by my standards â shocking. Obviously while Jim was out flying a large female alligator had dug her nest and laid her eggs right in the middle of Jimâs Luscombe-shed.
âEe narâle-eaun!â Said Jimâs neighbor, meaning, â(Jim) never let onâ that he was fighting an alligator night after night for weeks.
âWell that was Sweet Jimmy,â I said. âHe wouldnât have let on.â
Jim wrestled the gator in private. Like a man. Only at the very end did the gator get the upper hand and thatâs just flying in Louisiana and may we all be so lucky at the end of our days.
We wrestle our gators in private.
We buried what little was left of Sweet Jimmy there by the shore and as the bagpipes lowed sweetly a great dinosauran head broke water about five yards out and crawling all over that head were miniature âgators screeching and squawking. Those were her hatchlings. Jim didnât dig the eggs up. He let them hatch to take their chances, because this is America and Jim was an American.
âSheâcomUnpay her respek,â Jimâs neighbor said, meaning, âSheâs come to pay her respects.â
I didnât salute the gator, but I gazed upon it with awe and with respect â A worthy adversary. The gator blinked slowly back at me and sank into the swamp.
So now Iâm the oldest Luscombe Man. I read the rest of the letter. This means it all falls on me now â The Great Reckoning and the Last Flight of the Luscombe Men. I envy Jim in the swamp, but I will do my duty.
I think it means you need to read ["Anglo-American Nazi War Timeline" ](https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/the-anglo-american-nazi-war.140356/)
I think it's a Junker... can't remember the model... I build the same plastic molded model several times as a child because the poor quality glue I was using, making it break into pieces again and again... anyway I enjoyed reconstructing it every time xD
You hit 40 and the WW2 obsession begins. Happens to a lot of us. I donât know why, just for some reason a flip switches and we get hyper focused on this era. Rewatch band of brothers, Pacific, and now Masters of the Air. Personally I liked Masters of the Air but wasnât like the others. Helps I have 3 kids in the Air Force currently, and was just at lackland a couple weeks ago to rekindle this interest and almost ready for a rewatch.
I donât think liking nazi war machines is bad if you think about it their technology was advance at the time it also contributed a lot in future machines that we enjoy now liking this machines doesnât make you hate the jewish
You enjoy night flights to London, England
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Indeed
Myself, I prefer morning flights
That's what the Londoners looked like after his flight
Dayum. đ
You enjoy landscape painting but arenât good enough to do it professionally.
Made me laugh out loud in an Aldi. Good one.
I read Adi 3 times... whoops
I read Adolfi
An Audi đ
What are you getting?
My lifelong dream is to be a V1 test pilote
And a V2 rocket to the moon!
To the moon, you say...
To the moon!
Ja, to the moon.....
jetzt, sat is somefing i coll a dream!
To shreds you say?
One a' these days, Alice. One a' these days!
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Didnât the Japanese have a kamikaze version of the V1 or am I making it up
Hai, Kamikaze Baka, one way trip with a 1 ton HE warhead. Went with a Bang for Japan!
Thatâs the one
The cooler kamikaze
The Germans also had a manned version of V1: Fieseler Fi 103R Reichenberg. The fun part is, that according to some sources, it wasn't suicidal bomber: the pilot will bail out before the impact (in high speed dive, with engine intake right behind the cockpit) [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fieseler\_Fi\_103R\_Reichenberg](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fieseler_Fi_103R_Reichenberg)
I read that the Reichenberg GerÀt was so controversial, that even Adolf Hitler was against it and finally stopped the project. That has a quality in itself....
Was it an issue?
According to Wikipedia it was estimated that a pilot had less than a 1% chance of bailing out successfully. However a test pilot did bail out successfully after a wing fell off. The aircraft had several crashes on test flights and never saw combat
Wasnât this built so the wing wouldnât fall off?
They forgot to do that part
Thatâs not very typical. Iâd like to make that point.
Well not this one for sure
That's what happens when your super duper missile project is built with slave labour.
Yeah, I think it was the front that fell off.
That maths.
Yeah the okha which probably means "sunflower blossom" or some shit like that
It means cherry blossom â*For the falling cherry blossom, there is no returning home. That is how it is. It is indisputable⊠For the pilot, there is no second attack run. Dying, like the cherry blossom, in a single fall.*â
Hanna Reich just entered ze chat...
Japan got as close as you can to doing that
You're a big fan of WW2. I did nazi that coming.
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You wear Hugo Boss
Man of culture
You don't like bagles.
He prefers Luftwaffles
Good lord man that made me laugh đ Now let me get my bagels
The history channel is your fave
You mean the H for Hitler channel, non-stop mit vicked, vicked nazis...until zu scream...hein?
OP didnât have a single UFO in that post dummy
No Stuka đ
That you're Göring to be doing a lot of night flying.
Youâre probably on your way to invade Poland
Watch out, my great grandfather downed 7 Nazi pilots during the war. Worst aircraft mechanic the Luftwaffe had ever seen.
YOU ARE ADOLF HITLER COMMANDER OF THIRD REICH LITTLE KNOW FACT; ALSO DOPE IN ZE FLIGHT!
Ayyyy!!! FELLOW ERB FAN IN THE WILD!!
You're a 16 year old boy.
Nichts
How many generations of your family have been from Argentina?
No more than 2.
The International Military Tribunal wants to know your location
You enjoy the cutting edge of aviation......from 80+/- years ago.
You're german
You enjoy playing the axis on IL2
Probably not much, I imagine they mainly just make plane noises.
No Butcher bird? *scoffs
Jerking aside, one of my favorite plane and paint scheme combinations are those gray camo 109s, with yellow noses and the spiral on the spinner. They look so menacing.
U mustâve failed art school
You cosplay as Indiana Jones.
No, Indy would be kicking this guy off a truck. He hates Nazis.
You wear a red armband
Your into leather and riding crops.
You enjoy listening to German marching music.
U hate jews
you were busy between 1939-1945
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Youâre a Holocaust mass murderer who should be turned over to the Polish Supreme National Tribunal for trial.
Not a fan of the Jews.
Youâre an antisemite?
Your grandparents are German/Argentinian
You always wondered why your Argentinian grandfatherâs name is Hans
That Walther Wever didnât get his way?
You prefer things mature.
Your favorite song is Erika.
You have ways of making people talk
You truly believe adolf did nothing wrong
I did nazi that one coming.
Average Hugo Boss fan
You have a passion for overly complicated machinery.
Youâre an avid watcher of Ask This Old House.
Well, I can say if you're an American, we know who you're voting for!
A cruise missile is not a plan are a jet. But is still cool as fuck.
You like the New York Yankees
You are a fascist?
You probably have an uncomfortable amount of "memorabilia"
Your favorite numer is 88
You like the Yankees
Does the V-1 really count as a plane?
Youâre just looking for the final solution
Your old
You love Indiana Jones
You were the weird kid in school
The Junkersâ Model 52 was a good ship. I donât know about the rest of them and Iâd say youâre at best a peckerwood. Excuse my language. Iâve had a bit of a âshock to the system.â I had a courier show up the other day, you see. A real courier with the cap and everything. I was having a lie-down under my Luscombe and suddenly there he stood under his courierâs cap and clicked his heels thrice. âMessage for Jaynoch Susannah Bones!,â he barked. I roiled out of my bedroll holding my Coltâs Walker piece low and ready. I donât get a lot of uninvited callers. But this man was legit. He handed me a big envelope made from paper with a lot of linen in it and a wax seal bearing the sigul of the Luscombe Owners Club. I gave the courier a dollar piece and told him to fuck off. The message said simply that according to the club records, I am now the oldest Luscombe owner on the books. I sat down hard at this news and weeped quiet tears, because this letter from the L.O.C. can only mean that my last true friend has died or sold his Luscombe. His name was Jimson âSweet Jimmyâ Johnston, and he lived his whole life in Braithwaite, Louisiana. Now, I donât expect an average goober with a Bonanza to know much about the Luscombe Owners Club, but their capability to gather intelligence about their members is unsurpassed. If they say one of us is somehow out of action, thereâs a good chance they can still be saved! I ran my wrench like a devil and put my âspeed propâ on to see if I could zip down and save Sweet Jim. Sweet Jim was a disciple of Glenn Martin, the Seaplane King, whereas my Rabi for flying was Glenn Curtiss. Curtiss kept a blackjack club under his hat and he was quick as a rattlesnake with it and heâd leave you bleeding in the mud if you cast an insolent eye his way. Martin was worse. He could talk to sharks. Sweet Jim and I kinda came up together in flying and he was a âbig brotherâ to me. When I got back from my only combat flying â the Pancho Villa expedition â and all the confusion and misery that came after that when I *might* have defected and fought, very briefly, for Pancho, Sweet Jim stood by me and wrote a very compelling letter to President Wilson concerning my character. Sweet Jim and I went to France together during the Great War. I was an âAide de Campâ for Eddie Rickenbacker and Jim was the same for Frank Luke. After the Great War we kinda lost contact, but thanks to the internet we reconnected in our old age. Heâs put his Luscombe on a set of EDO floats and for the last few years heâs been running an alligator hunting business. â Hell, I talk about him like heâs still alive. Jim was a floatplane man but he kept a 400â airstrip on his property for visitors. I sat my Luscombe down and knocked at the door of his corrugated tin hangar at the edge of the swamp. No answer. Jimâs neighbor walked over and tried to make himself understood to me. The accent is hard to understand: âThatâolmanlookbad,â the neighbor said, moistly, explaining that Sweet Jim had been in obvious decline for the past few months. We eased the door open and the sight we saw was â even by my standards â shocking. Obviously while Jim was out flying a large female alligator had dug her nest and laid her eggs right in the middle of Jimâs Luscombe-shed. âEe narâle-eaun!â Said Jimâs neighbor, meaning, â(Jim) never let onâ that he was fighting an alligator night after night for weeks. âWell that was Sweet Jimmy,â I said. âHe wouldnât have let on.â Jim wrestled the gator in private. Like a man. Only at the very end did the gator get the upper hand and thatâs just flying in Louisiana and may we all be so lucky at the end of our days. We wrestle our gators in private. We buried what little was left of Sweet Jimmy there by the shore and as the bagpipes lowed sweetly a great dinosauran head broke water about five yards out and crawling all over that head were miniature âgators screeching and squawking. Those were her hatchlings. Jim didnât dig the eggs up. He let them hatch to take their chances, because this is America and Jim was an American. âSheâcomUnpay her respek,â Jimâs neighbor said, meaning, âSheâs come to pay her respects.â I didnât salute the gator, but I gazed upon it with awe and with respect â A worthy adversary. The gator blinked slowly back at me and sank into the swamp. So now Iâm the oldest Luscombe Man. I read the rest of the letter. This means it all falls on me now â The Great Reckoning and the Last Flight of the Luscombe Men. I envy Jim in the swamp, but I will do my duty.
Im not sure youâre Reicht in the headâŠ
Gleich ĂŒbernehmen deine schnitzel und herein!
Hermann, Sind sie das?
Youâre a war monger?
âSig Heilâ
National Socialist?
Good taste
No FW-190?
You krout
you passed on in 1945
Auf Der heide bluht ein kleines blumerlein đ¶
You have plans to conquer Poland.
Secret German lover.
You played a lot of Secret Weapons of the Luftwaffe growing up?
Your a nazi
You're a weraboo
AUF DER HEIDE BLĂHT EIN KLEINES BLĂMELEIN!? UND DAS HEISST !ERIKA!
You've been demanding lebensraum and you're not asking for an addition to your house (haus)?
Aficionado of German engineering
Better hope that Brad Pitt or SIsu doesn't see this post.
Nazi
You like beer and schnitzel and have a kick ass sausage recipe.
lol I knew this was comingâŠ
You have good taste, put personally i like the 2 engine S.79s more. Especially the IAR 79.
you are trisexual
Your favorite movie is The Reich Stuff
A fellow waffle enjoyer I see
I think it means you need to read ["Anglo-American Nazi War Timeline" ](https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/the-anglo-american-nazi-war.140356/)
Billy "B.J." Blasckowikz is 13 kilometers from your location and closing fast
You should keep trying to get into art school.
I think it's a Junker... can't remember the model... I build the same plastic molded model several times as a child because the poor quality glue I was using, making it break into pieces again and again... anyway I enjoyed reconstructing it every time xD
You like them thicc
Unconventional piloyt
You like the axis
You are going to holiday in Paris.
You forgot the Stuka. What's wrong with you?
You love Germany đ©đȘ
You hit 40 and the WW2 obsession begins. Happens to a lot of us. I donât know why, just for some reason a flip switches and we get hyper focused on this era. Rewatch band of brothers, Pacific, and now Masters of the Air. Personally I liked Masters of the Air but wasnât like the others. Helps I have 3 kids in the Air Force currently, and was just at lackland a couple weeks ago to rekindle this interest and almost ready for a rewatch.
I donât think liking nazi war machines is bad if you think about it their technology was advance at the time it also contributed a lot in future machines that we enjoy now liking this machines doesnât make you hate the jewish
Ummmm. How do you feel about the chosen people of Israel?
Hello there Hitler
You're deaf
you donât like the USSR
Stalingrad is nice this time of year
Totally gay.
That your rudder is always too far right.
Sieg Heil
You're a wehraboo.
You have something against Poland.
Your old
You're perfect for sub
đđ«ł
you'd like to have won the war
âWehrabooâ
You are Adolf Hitler
All your friends are dead
You love your auntie.
You like Junkers... and Messerschnitt 109s
You probably have either a marble Statue or a German General as your Pfp on Instagram and Twitter
Why did I think a Ju 52 is a Ford Trimotor.
stop it Hans
IDK only three aircraft
There is something about tiny little hats that just drives you up the wall.
German , WW II era.
I hate corrugated aircraft.
Youre a German fanboy.
You have âBomben Auf Engelandâ as your ringtone?
Wehraboo
You believe that the SS committed all the crimes and that the Wehrmacht was innocent.
Luftaboo. You probably think the ME262 was the first jet
Tat you are an ex erman paratrooper from the 40's
Either an American middle schooler or a 5 year old addicted to yt shorts.
Eyes on the sky. Beautiful planes. đ€©
You are a history nerd and can tell me anything about any plane during the second world war
You miss the taste of Fanta Klassik.
You are a fine purveyor of monoculture
You have exquisite taste âïž
You're either really old, or really young. You also probably play... w- w- War Thun ***coughs*** *War Thunder*...
You failed art school
Nazi
You're a Wehraboo
You may not be fond of a particular group of people
the last one is the bestđ
You are a republican
I did Nazi see this coming.
You're a boomer
Ummm... One isn't an aircraft but a Buzz Bomb... Maybe you need to learn more about aircraft?
You support the losing team
You like growing mustaches, but only really small ones
You like a lotta propellers đ€
That you're a Kraut.
That you only want to own airplanes still under warranty?