B-17 Was More Than A "Ride Hopper"
By Rich Davidson
The following remembrance was posted by Rich on the NORDO News
blog Wednesday, It is re-posted here in its entirety with
"You’re on fire! Get it on the ground now!” Within
minutes of those words being spoken, news that Liberty Belle was
down arrived in every aviation inbox in the world. Facebook was
alive with chatter, Linked In passed condolences, and Twitter was a
race to see who was most informed.
Yet among all the communication, the same weathered phrases were
all I saw; "How very sad; the Feds are going to be all over the
other rider-hoppers; it was the crew’s fault; the plane
should have been in a museum." These four statements comprised
99.99999% of all comments, and you know what? I’m tired of
this crap. I’m tired of knee-jerks. I’m fed up with all
the pansies that have crept into aviation. I can’t stand
those who immediately cower to the Feds like abused spouses. And I
believe there is no place in this world for inexperienced experts
and those who believe airplanes should all sit in museums. As for
those who thought this was sad, I understand the emotion but I
would like to suggest a replacement, pleasant memories.
Few things conjure up emotions of how great our country once was
like a B-17 growling head-strong through cumulous. A Flying
Fortress represents a country that once existed; a country that
could build things, where decisions were based on principle, and a
freedom loving people were brave. Today, those things are absent,
their loss best represented by machinery parked inanimate in
museums; monuments to a country that once operated equipment it
built, flew airplanes because that was their purpose, and of people
who were not afraid of their shadows.
When word of the fire first arrived, my reaction was not of
sadness for the loss of Liberty Belle but of the great memories she
left behind. Yes I hated to see her go and the feeling of
increasing loneliness in a sport more sterile by the day did pass
through my mind. Yet within seconds, all my memories of Liberty
Belle took over.
Do you think B-17’s are rare? They are not. Some museums
have two. A handful are flying, several more airworthy, and
countless others sit in all sorts of places around the world. What
is unheard of though is a B-17 flown like a B-17.
Today, the handful of Flying Fortresses that routinely go
airborne do so only to take people for rides. These rides are often
called memorial flights, historical flights, honor flights, you
name it. The purpose is two-fold; one, to engage people and stir an
interest in WWII, and two, to generate revenue to support the
organization that operates the plane so that it may continue to
educate people about WWII, The Korean War, The Vietnam war, The
Gulf War, and basically any war that people might forget. Go to any
museums that fly B-17s and you’ll see what I mean. It is an
ongoing fight to keep people interested. Therefore as older
generations die off, newer wars become the focus because they are,
ironically, remembered. This is the life of most B-17s; but not
Liberty Belle, although like most Flying Fortresses a ride
hopper, was more. Often it seemed that wherever you went, there was
Liberty Belle. The owners and pilots were just a little more like
pilots than all the others. Known to fly out of their way to say
hello from above over events nobody else cared about, the crews
were also more approachable than other such crews; at least that
was my experience. Yet the biggest thing about Liberty Belle was
that she was more a representative of WWII than the others.
As evidence, in 2008, Liberty Belle did what no others today
dare do. She, like most WWII era B-17s, flew to Europe and did a
tour in England. There, greeted by adoring crowds, Liberty Belle
demonstrated to the world that she and her owner operators really
did exist to keep the memories of WWII alive. Visiting historic
bomber fields by land or air, she brought tears to many eyes and
memories of a country willing to fight for freedom.
I remember the day I landed in Bangor Maine and was treated to
the sight of Liberty Belle sitting on the ramp. When all our
passengers deplaned I commandeered a tug and drove over to see her.
There, doing a thorough inspection of the bomber was the crew.
Stopping silently nearby to take it all in, it was clear the guys
were checking everything for the flight to Goose Bay. Yet, without
a word from me, one of them stopped their task to offer me a tour.
Although I steadfastly declined because I did not want to get in
the way of their journey, that fellow did everything he could to
show me the airplane and introduce me to fellow crew members.
Walking around the old girl, knowing where these guys were
taking her, and how normal they all were, I couldn’t help but
think of the brave young men who did the very same thing seven
decades past with no way of knowing if they would ever see home
again. It is for this reason I am thankful, that for many years,
Liberty Belle was able to live her life as a proud, true to form,
Flying Fortress. She died not afraid of life but living it. And to
the crew and members of the Liberty Belle Foundation, I thank you
for giving us more than we lost. I will always remember Liberty
Belle; the last true B-17.