Posting on Any fans of the DC3 brought back memory of another
"interesting" flight. Tacoma to Anchorage in January 1953. We
took off and after a while returned because of radio trouble. Took
off a 2nd time and after a while returned because of excessive
icing. 3rd time was the charm. It had the fold down canvas
bench type seats, back to the wall, with a pole or rod in the
canvas just in back of my knees, guaranteed to cut off the
circulation. Cargo was lashed down in front of me that squeaked
and squacked. Then above me was the same type bench seat.
But an Army Major was laying in it. He was airsick. Something
was dripping off the bill of my cap. It was his barf. He must
have been a courier because he had a brief case handcuffed to
his wrist.
"interesting" flight. Tacoma to Anchorage in January 1953. We
took off and after a while returned because of radio trouble. Took
off a 2nd time and after a while returned because of excessive
icing. 3rd time was the charm. It had the fold down canvas
bench type seats, back to the wall, with a pole or rod in the
canvas just in back of my knees, guaranteed to cut off the
circulation. Cargo was lashed down in front of me that squeaked
and squacked. Then above me was the same type bench seat.
But an Army Major was laying in it. He was airsick. Something
was dripping off the bill of my cap. It was his barf. He must
have been a courier because he had a brief case handcuffed to
his wrist.
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