Must love the Canadians.
Problem: Canadian squadron in WWWII sent to France, France is out of Labatts.
Solution: Fly beer from London in the bomb racks.
Outcome: Brilliant
https://www.warhistoryonline.com/wor....html?chrome=1
Must love the Canadians.
Problem: Canadian squadron in WWWII sent to France, France is out of Labatts.
Solution: Fly beer from London in the bomb racks.
Outcome: Brilliant
https://www.warhistoryonline.com/wor....html?chrome=1
Not a Spitfire, but a somewhat related anecdote. Years ago a friend had a float plane and I would ride with him on various jaunts. One trip we left Seattle to visit a friend on a backwoods river in B. C. They had this deal where my friend would trade beer for big Dungeness crab. The beer was carried in compartments in the plane’s floats. The direct route to the destination took us over the Olympic mountains. We landed in the river, made the swap for the crab, loaded the live crab in buckets in the floats, and proceeded back to Seattle. But on the way back, instead of the straight line over the Olympics, he chose a more circuitous route following the shore line. When I ask him why, he said the beer could survive the mountain altitude but the live crab could not.![]()
Lots of stories of crews using the high altitude cold to make ice cream.
ITS CHAOS, BE KIND
Dad learned early not to bother his crew chief . . .
My uncle, Australian trained in Canada, bomber command, said that when training in Hamdens theyoften left the parachutes home and carried beer. He also said that on raids they often dumped empty beer bottles out with the bombs. As they dropped they whistled like a bomb.