Too much beer

[meatloaf109]

It was a fairly common practice for "ferry" missions to come back with every available orifice loaded with beer, Scotch, whiskey, or whatever else the pilot could get his hands on. Essentially, a squadron would be due a couple of new replacement planes. The appropriate number of pilots would be detailed to go back to ____ to pick them up (Australia, New Zeland, some other staging island). He would take a collection from the other pilots, and requests, and would try to buy/beg/steal/trade anything to get as much alcoholic beverage as possible. Flying at altitude would most certainly cool down the beverages. Usually, after some time in the squadron had passed, everyone knew who the best scroungers were, they would be the ones detailed to "go pick up the new planes". Read one story about two pilots returning back to base, loaded to the gills with beer, who were jumped by a couple of Japanese fighters. They had to scramble for the deck and lose them, since they had zero ammunition on board. Also read/heard one somewhere (can't remember sources, so can't verifiy authenticity, but I seem to remember it attached to Boyington) where a pilot would bring a couple of cans/bottles on flights with him, and after returning, would have an ice-cold beer at hand. He produced results, though, so command "overlooked" this habit.

I met Greg Boyington one time, he was busy regailing a couple of kids with the story from his book, where-in he had been wounded in the foot and had to fly home up-side down shooting down Japanese planes on his way. Said it was a question of running out of bullets or blood. He was an entertainer extrordinair, and never turned down a good tale. I would not be suprised if it were true, but either way, Pappy would have "owned" it!

[N4521U]

Hey I may throw a couple kegs under my Mk.5!!!!!!

[meatloaf109]

Outstanding idea! wish I would have thought of it.
As far as the title of this thread goes...
I just want to offer this thought,
There is no such thing as too much beer, sex or good food, after you are done, (for the moment,) a good sleep, and at it again!
And there I sat; fat, dumb, and happy!