FFfAW Challenge 2-9-2017


Thank you Mike Vore for our photo prompt this week!


The Last Flight of the Daisy Mae

“Daisy Mae, huh?”

They were still dressed from the funeral.

She rubbed the truck door, rust coating her fingers, under her nails, wishing it would remain there forever. She was born after the war, grew up on her father’s stories of the Daisy Mae and the men who served her.

“My father always said the plane wouldn’t let them die.”

He’d never known Linda’s dad, but he knew the courage of war from his own time in the cockpit. In times of great need, fear turned into courage and courage saved men’s lives. Bound them together forever.

“He never flew again, not in the sky, but he flew in this truck. He said it held the memory of those who fought beside him that day.”

Without a word, he snapped to attention and saluted the truck, the courage of eleven men who experienced a miracle that day on the Daisy Mae.

Holding his hand, Linda cried.

This story is fiction, the rest is not.


Flight crew of the Daisy Mae, B-24D Liberator Bomber on July 24, 1943:

  • 1st Lt. Joseph A. Gall, Pilot
  • Flight Officer John N. Van Horn, Co-Pilot
  • 2nd Lt. Benjamin I. Weiss, Navigator
  • 2nd Lt. Myron W. Jensen, Bombardier
  • S.Sgt. Arvid B Ambur, Flight Engineer and Waist Gunner
  • TSgt Thomas Wyckoff, Assistant Engineer and Top Turret Gunner
  • S.Sgt. Robert L. Patterson, Radioman and Waist Gunner
  • S.Sgt. Francis J. Perkins Jr. Armorer, Assistant Radioman, and Ball Turret Gunner
  • S. Sgt. Robert B Storts, Nose Gunner
  • S. Sgt. Earl W. Conley, Tail Gunner
  • Sgt. Joseph “Pop” Evans, Photographer


Daisy Mae down on the beach at Midway after a harrowing raid against Wake Island. Landed with no brakes – you can see hydraulic fluid blown back on the fuselage, around 13 gallons of fuel and 800 bullet holes.



Another shot of the downed Daisy Mae






Memorial Day 5-30-2016

In memory of William Haddow.

He served his country honestly and bravely, then spent the remainder of his life bringing joy to those around him.bill

Uncle Bill, you are forever missed. Thank you for understanding the dry humor of a shy and awkward teenager, making me feel I wasn’t as different as I’d always believed.