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the tunnel access hatch from the waist compartment to of course insure her security from any possible voyeur etc. In due process of time, those within the waist compartment heard the roar of wind as the tunnel gunner's (lower) hatch had been opened. Momentarily later, a scream was emitting from that aft compartment. In immediate response, the gallant associate to the WAVE opened the tunnel access hatch to save or whatever the apparent distressed lady, only to be confronted with an affluence of golden misty spray. The physical characteristics of turbulent back-flow of air from the aft step of the PBY's hull was extending its back-flow pressure of air when the lower hatch was opened. The air pressure was greater than the water gravity flow source. Then as the waist compartment hatch was opened, the negative pressure accelerated and extended the fluid-flow. The confounded "guardian" fell over backwards in the bilge cat-walk while the innocent crewmen were "mooned" from the tunnel compartment. A bit of moral to the story is: "So much for ASSERTIVENESS and CONFIDENCE based on the lack of VARIABLES"!
PBY POEMS & SONGS: Besides the compilation of Stories, Poems & Songs Jim Morrison is trying to gather, there have been other members who have expressed a desire for Poems & Songs. Also they would be nice to share at the social events of our "meets". One particular poem, titled "THE BEAUTIFUL UGLY DUCKLING", that is really a classic and quite lengthy. A part of it, as remembered, goes:YOU CAN'T DEVISE ANY STRANGE SURPRISE
BUT THE PBYS ARE READY
OR ANY STUNTS THAT THEY WON'T TRY ONCE-THOUGH
THEIR MOTTO IS "SLOW AND STEADY".
BUT THEIR REGULAR SWEEP IS ACROSS THE DEEP
TO SEE IF THEY MAY DISCOVER
WHERE THE ENEMY SUBS AND CARRIERS HIDE, OR
THE ENEMY SQUADRONS HOVER,
THEN RADIO BACK AND HIT THE TRACK FOR HOME-
AND HOPE THEY MAKE IT;
THOUGH OFTEN THEY STAY TO DISH IT OUT, AND ALSO,
OF COURSE THEY TAKE IT.
BUT THE PBYS HAVE ANOTHER GUISE,
AND THOUGH THEY MAY LACK BEAUTY,
TO MEN ON A RAFT THEY ARE ANGEL CRAFT
WHILE DOING THEIR RESCUE DUTY
AND THEY'LL DO THAT CHORE OFF A HOSTILE SHORE
WHERE ENEMY GUNS BESET THEM,
WHERE WRECKED SURVIVORS "CAN'T BE GOT"-
BUT NEVER THE LESS THEY GET THEM.
OH! THE WILDCATS SWELL, AND THE HELLCATS HELL
AND THE SUPERFORTS ARE SUPER,
BUT SNAP A SALUTE TO THAT HUSKY BRUTE,
THAT STURDY AND SEASONED TROOPER
THAT PLODS AHEAD WITH AN ENGINE DEAD AND
A LOAD THAT STARTS WINGS TO BUCKLING-
COME GLASSES HIGH TO THE PBY,
THAT BEAUTIFUL UGLY DUCKLING!
CHARLIE EHEMANN is specifically interested in gathering the completed poem and had sent the above to our "Newsletter" composer. |
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