"HMS VICTORIOUS leaving HMNB Portsmouth for sea trials after an 8 year refit in which she was almost rebuilt and significantly upgraded since her initial launch in 1939. She would serve until 1968 when she was deleted early as part of defence cuts [3000x2357]."
"Front view of HMS Cavalier. The only British destroyer served in WWII that was preserved , she now resides at Chatham Historic Dockyard . [2560x1920]" HMS Cavalier (R73) - Wikipedia
"[2109X1423] Light cruiser HMS Delhi just arrived Gibraltar for temporary repairs before moving on to United Kingdom. She had been damaged by Italian dive bombers in the Bay of Algiers on November 20, 1942, but did not leave her convoy duties in the following days." HMS Delhi (D47) - Wikipedia
"[1468X1916] Heavy cruiser Admiral Graf Spee stationed in Kiel Fjord is getting prepared for a massive fleet review to be held on August 2, 1938, in honour of Hungarian admiral Miklós Horthy." German cruiser Admiral Graf Spee - Wikipedia
Perhaps we should have a thread called NOT cool pics - This haunting photograph, which graced every Caribou briefing room, was a grim reminder that the Viet Cong and the NVA were not the only problem for pilots in Vietnam. This incident occurred in August of 1967 when the Caribou (tail number 62-4161) flew into the line of fire of a 155mm howitzer. This was early in the transition of the Caribou from the Army to the Air Force and highlighted the need for far better coordination amongst the services. This photo is from book of photographs by combat photographers called Requiem. The photo credit is as follows: HIROMICHI MINE Ha Phan (sic), Vietnam, 1967 A U.S. twin-engine transport Caribou crashes after being hit by American artillery near Duc Pho on August 3, 1967. U.S. artillery accidentally shot down the ammunition-laden plane, which crossed a firing zone while trying to land at the U.S. Special Forces camp. All three crewman died in the crash.
The Caribou (A Poem) by Capt Alan E. Hendrickson, USAF 17 December 1935 to 3 August 1967 They sat in state, the heroes, in the vaulted halls of fame, In proud and scornful silence, for each had made his name. On fields of storied battles, on many a bloody sea, Though forged in fire or carved in mire, each dead is history. There was fighting Davy Crockett and the martyr Nathan Hale, And the Rebel line that fell in Shenandoah’s bloody vale. There was Grant who had brief glory, but died another way, And others known to time alone, but each had had his day. On each haunted visage, there was a day’s forbidding gloom, And every gaze, a stranger, who had ambled in the room. In his right hand was a checklist, in his left an SOP, His clothes were torn, his face was worn, and lined with misery. The first to rise was Caesar, by virtue of his age, And the ominous finger that he pointed was trembling with his rage. What right have you, brash youngster, what claim to fame have you? And the man replied, though not with pride, I flew the Caribou. It was in a far off Asian land, a land that God forgot, Where the sand-filled winds are piercing and the sun is scorching hot. We were young and brave and hopeful, fresh from the United States, Though somehow we knew and the feeling grew, we were going to meet our fate. For there’s a maniac madness in the supercharger whine, And you can hear the joints expanding in the main hydraulic line. The dull brown paint is peeling off, it lends an added luster, And the pitot head is filled with lead, to help the load adjuster. The nose gear rocks and trembles, for it’s held with baling wire, And the wings are filled with Avgas to make a hotter fire. The landing gear struts are twisted and the wheels are not quite round, This sorry state, arranged by fate, is to carry you off the ground. The cargo doors are rusted and close with a mournful shriek, And the Plexiglas is covered with oil from some forgotten leak. The runway strips are narrow, rice paddies on either side, And the crash trucks say in a mournful way, you’re on your final ride. You taxi to the runway ‘mid groans from the tortured gear, And feel the check pilot’s practiced teeth gnawing at your rear. The rotting rice on the cargo floor induces a nauseous coma, Mingling smell, like a stench from hell, with the dead man’s foul aroma. So it’s off into the overcast yonder, though number one is missing, And the leaking hydraulic fluid sets up a gentle hissing. The compass dial is spinning in a way that broods no stopping, And row by row the breakers blow with intermittent popping. The airplane has been inspected and the maintenance records signed, It’s been classed as “airworthy” by some low and twisted mind. There is no hope, no sunny day, to dry those tears of sorrow, For those who land, and still can stand, must fly the cursed thing to- morrow. The stranger stood in silence, a tear shown in his eye, And from his honored audience, there rose a ghastly sigh. Caesar rose to meet him with pity on his face, And bowing low, he turned to show, the stranger to his place. Captain Alan E. Hendrickson, Capt John D. Wiley, and TSgt Zane A. Carter all perished in the Caribou crash.
OK i'm on board...Not sure what the "other" air forces are doing...C'arn Australia, Go you good thing!
Australia loved it's Caribous, and gave them up with much sadness, such a work horse. So versatile and capable... It could take off on almost nothing and climb like an angel...or it could do the "Wheelbarrow"
My Uncle Don flew the C7 at about the same time in Vietnam. Talking one day I had ask him what he flew and when he said "the C7" I told him I'd never heard of a C7 but had seen a C5 at an air show in Peoria Illinois. Good Ol' Uncle Don, looked at me and said, "Well you can imagine how big a C7 is" ! The internet hadn't been invented yet and it took me several years to finally see and walk through a Caribou, once again in Peoria. While inside the cargo hold and reading the information posters I started laughing and the crew of the plane wondered what the Hell I thought was so funny.
"HMS Revenge, Ramillies, Royal Sovereign, and Resolution, taken from sister HMS Royal Oak, circa 1930. Colourised by me. [900x720]"
"Seversky P-35 fighter with an unusual temporary camo scheme, though to be applied for an Army war game pre-1941."
"SMS Fasana, completed in 1871 for the Austro-Hungarian Navy, it was a sail corvette with a 2-cylinder horizontal steam engine. (2000x1333)"
"[5662 x 4151]Four-Piper Friday! USS Wickes (DD-75) underway in a channel, with USS Tarbell (DD-142) following, circa 1919-1922." USS Tarbell - Wikipedia USS Wickes (DD-75) - Wikipedia