Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The '40's on Tuesday // GUEST post // History of the United States Air Force

 Hello, readers! Today is an exciting day for my new blog series, The '40's on Tuesday! Today I will be hosting a guest post from one of my favorite bloggers, Faith; from Chosen Vessels and Stories By Firefly. Faith is a passionate writer, potter, and Christian teenager, who does a great job with both her blogs, and is actually in the process of writing a book based in World War II. So have a wonderful week everyone, and I hope you enjoy Faith's post! -Amy
"Hey everyone! I hope you are all having an awesome day today. :) I'm so excited to be guest posting here on my friend’s lovely blog! (Thanks for inviting me over here, Amy!)

 While on the subject of the 1940s, my goal today is to enlighten you all on the history of what we now know as the United States Air Force – which during the Second World War was actually a branch of the U.S. Army. I discovered these super cool facts while researching about the Air Force for a book I'm working on that's set in WWII. I hope you enjoy…

(If you're familiar with this time period and anything comes off to you as odd or incorrect, please let me know! I'm certainly not an expert on the subject. ;))

A Boeing B-17, Flying Fortress – a common
bomber plane during WWII.

 The U.S. Air Force was known under several different labels before it became what it is today. Starting out as the Aeronautical Division of the U.S. Signal Corps (1907-1914), it soon changed to the Aviation Section of U.S. Signal Corps (1914-1918).
 The Division of Military Aeronautics was established May 20th, 1918 – but only lasted four days! On May 24th, the War Department changed it to U.S. Army Air Service (1918-1926) and, at the same time, established the Bureau of Aircraft Production. In July of 1926, it was again changed, this time to the U.S. Army Air Corps – a title which lasted longer than any of its predecessors.

 During the summer of 1941, with more ground in Europe being conquered by the Nazi empire with each passing day, Americans were becoming worried. No doubt they wondered when, if, or how soon the United States would be sucked into the war that already held their mother country in its evil and powerful grasp. With the threat of war gaining more severity, the U.S. Army Air Corps became the U.S. Army Air Forces on June 20th, 1941. This title lasted throughout World War II and for the years following.

 The U.S. Army Air Force played an important role in winning the war against the Axis forces (Germany, Italy, and Japan). Unlike with WWI – at which time it had been just over ten years since the Wright brothers first successful flight near Kitty Hawk, North Carolina – aircraft involvement was a profound factor of the war. The thousands of men and planes that made up the U.S. Army Air Force (USAAF) flew combat missions, evacuated the wounded, and dropped supplies to troops on, or near, the front lines.

Douglas C-47, a cargo plane used for troop transport,
cargo delivery – and soon into the war – air evacuation.

 At the time, the Army Air Forces was made up of sixteen different air forces stationed in various war theaters – from the Pacific, Europe and Indo-China to South America, the Mediterranean and Australia. With 2.4 million members (as of March 1944), including officers and enlisted men, and 80,000 aircraft (July 1944), the USAAF was a massive branch of the U.S. Army and an active part of winning the war.

 Falling years – decades even – behind, such air forces as the Royal Air Force (RAF, started in 1918) and the German Luftwaffe (established in 1935), the U.S. Army Air Force disbanded in the fall of 1947. Then the independent United States Air Force was created September 18, 1947, two years after WWII.

Thanks for reading and I hope you learned something from this. :D I'd love to have you visit me at Stories by Firefly or Chosen Vessels. :)

Blessings in Christ!!

**Not our images. Images from Wikipedia, Pinterest, and Google images.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

'40's on Tuesday // #6 // Short Story-"If Anybody"

Hello wonderful readers! How are you? Well, I am back with another '40's on Tuesday post, and this time you are in for a treat. Recently I participated in Faith's Imagine This challenge at her blog, and this is the story I came up with. Now, I am not used to writing in 1st person, but I wrote what I wrote, and I hope you enjoy it. Here is the first part, and the picture that was my inspiration.

Wife of a departing soldier lifts her son for farewell embrace. Oklahoma, 1945:
Not my picture. Source was Pinterest. Click here for source.

If Anybody

December 25, 1944.

I remember that day when he left.
It was the spring of 1942, and the sun was rebelliously shining in the bright morning sky like nothing was being torn apart— like a war wasn't raging. I wonder how many times the sun has shone over a scene like that one—a scene of longing and fear, of love and selfish wishes.

As my husband, Jackson, my son, Lawrence, and I drove to the train station, Lawrence wouldn't stop asking why Daddy had to leave. He had been told many times before that Daddy had to go defend America, but he didn't understand. When we arrived, Jackson parked the car and grabbed his things, "Well, Martha, this is it."

I just looked at him, with tears of sadness forming in my eyes, "I wish...Oh, Jackson, I wish..." My tears sufficed for words as I rushed into his arms, and cried. He gently held me, stroking my brown hair in love.
"Okay, I'll be late." I pulled away, composing myself and wiping my tear stained face, "Right, I'm sorry. I know you can't stay, but I am going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Jackson said, his blue eyes shining.

As he boarded the train, I gave him one last kiss and hug, and Lawrence did also. I watched as Jackson disappeared into the train and then through the window as he found his seat on the passenger car. Jackson, smiling face, put half his body out the window, and said, "I love you, and I always will...no matter what happens, Martha Wright, remember that."

"I will," I said, trying not to choke up, for his sake.

"And I love you, too, buddy," He said to Lawrence.

"Momma, can I hug daddy again?"

"He's already on the train, Lawrence," I told him, then, looking at my husband, said, "Alright, I'll lift you up." I picked up Lawrence, and lifted him as high as my arms would carry him, halfway up to the train window. Jackson took over, and grabbed his son up till all I had was Lawrence's legs, and hugged him, saying something in his ear that I couldn't understand except for parts like "I love you", "Daddy has to", and "I'll come back".

But just as I...

Now you can go read the rest of the story on my writing blog: CLICK ON THIS SENTENCE. Thank you, and please tell me what you think in the comments, if you want.
Have a wonderful day, and thanks for tuning in!

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