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Half A Century

Of Buffalos.

Posted by Rand Simberg at March 17, 2006 05:11 PM
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Excerpt: Uncle Sam does, and he's had it for half a century now. Happy 50th Birthday to the B52 Stratofortress. One seriously bad mofo. Thanks to Transterrestrial Musings for the pointer....
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You call the B-52 the buffalo? I wasn't much into the whole airplane thing, other than some of the WWII stuff, only cuz of the hero factor, but I'm pretty sure that "buffalo" was the name of the death trap fighter the navy was flying at the start of the war. Wasn't it?

Posted by wickedpinto at March 17, 2006 06:38 PM

Hadn't heard "buffalo" before, just BUFF. (For Big Ugly Flying "Fellow" if you're not familiar with such things.)

Posted by Ron at March 17, 2006 07:29 PM

I thought of the Brewster F2A Buffalo as well. It really wasn't a death trap though, the Marines who got chopped up in it were inexperienced and jumped by a numerically superior force. The Finns loved it apparently.

Posted by Paul at March 17, 2006 09:08 PM

Uh, Rand?

This is a Buffalo.

So are these, although there aren't many of that variety around any more.

These guys are Big Ugly Fat F*ers.


Posted by Ric Locke at March 17, 2006 09:24 PM

....The B-52 has been the Other Woman in my life since December 9, 1978. May she fly forever.


Posted by Mike Kozlowski at March 18, 2006 08:46 AM

My brother Stan was Bombadier and then Navigator in those things for years. He was always on alert a good part of the time during the CW.

Posted by Mike Puckett at March 18, 2006 11:16 AM

The B-52 is a platform, it is, as I understand (which is minimal) one of the most eficient mid range (non-refueled) platformes for numerous, and heavy arms. No reason to dismantle the b-52, just change the usage, expand the electronic's officers cabins so that there can be 2 or 3 individuals guiding multiple guided ordinance onto several SEPERATE targets. The B-52, is not a dinosaur. In fact, any bomber from WWII could still be a super ninja of death from above, considering the ABSOLUTE air dominance that the US maintains thanks to it's ability to field highly maneuverable, and act as multi AA platforms thanks to our efficient air refueling methods.

REACH for the sky's, even though we own it, don't SELL the sky's until we are wowed, ESPECIALLY since, we own them.

Posted by wickedpinto at March 19, 2006 07:51 PM

(sigh) I'll never forget: by my birthday (Nov. 27) of 1972, I could barely sleep at night. That's because the lullaby of those J-57 engines wasn't making its way to my bed anymore, a half-mile from the Barksdale flight-line: all those killers had flown the coop for Linebacker II and it was just too quiet to sleep.

Sixteen years old, I was, the son of a SAC lifer, and I'd known those airplanes just about since I knew what an airplane was. (In the early 60's, the house we lived in was less than a mile off the approach end of Runway 33 at Westover AFB: every time one came down final, the look and sound was just world-stopping to a third-grader. Every time.) In those days at Barksdale, I could walk over to Base Operations and right through the front door where I could hang out where aircrews were logging-out their jets. (Man, those days are long gone, now.) At an age when most people were cruisin' for burgers in Daddy's new car, I would sit there for hours on end, just watching the biggest air-combat technology the world ever saw, goggle-eyed.

That was one hell of a show (the glory of the tall-tail D-models!), and I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

God bless the mighty BUFF.

Posted by Billy Beck at March 22, 2006 12:00 PM

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