Ordnance P-38 Lightning

Pacific Paratrooper

P-38 in the Pacific

Perhaps Colonel Ben Kelsey, a P-38 test pilot, summed up the war bird’s legacy best of all. “(That) comfortable old cluck,” he said, “would fly like hell, fight like a wasp upstairs, and land like a butterfly.”

The P-38 was the most successful USAAF fighter in the Pacific War. It served with four separate air forces, spread out from Australia to Alaska. The most successful American Ace of the Second World War, Major Richard Bong, scored all 40 of his victories flying the P-38 Lightning over the Pacific.

P-38

The 11th Air Force was allocated the task of defending the Aleutian Islands, in the far north of the Pacific. There the extra reliability provided by the twin engines of the P-38 was essential, with missions being flown over long distances and in poor weather. The first P-38 victories of the war fell to pilots of the…

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Sea Legs

Peacock Poetry

Whilst attempting to categorise the zillions of poetry in my iPhone notes section I came across the following ditty. It made me smile and feel a touch melancholic at the same time as it feels like such a long time since I was last able to breath in sea air!

The Salty Sailor

The Salty Sailor said few words

His hands did all the speaking

Besides his tipsy vowels were slurred

His holey boots were leaking

And naval rum was his best chum

They‘d weathered life together

Life out at sea could be humdrum

So glum when you’re in tethers

The Salty Sailor’s face was tanned

A red-brown bag of leather

Now that he had returned to land

He hoped he’d stay forever

But as the salt came to a holt

His landlocked legs grew idle

The Salty Sailor made a bolt

Back to a life more tidal

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Frailty Amongst The Lies

Rum and Robots

Poem by Joni Caggiano – Picture by Pexels

Frailty the stuff of life where burdens lie, and people bury
Unsung songs, misery, and grave hardships twice we carry

Bruises moving like brown tadpoles in a dry southern creek
Voices shallow telling lies like traitors when they dare speak

My heart is broken by daggers thrown from a vengeful voice
Choosing kindness gifted in golden threads is an angel’s choice

Tenderness lies bound upon my shoulder like a wounded thing
As bitter words fly with angry winds and birds that cannot sing

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Oh, My Unrepentant Friend ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Oh my unrepentant friend,
don’t think you are good
for not one person . . .
does as they should.

That hate that you have,
embedded in your heart
will keep you and God
distant and far apart.

Oh, my tolerant friend,
don’t you be deceived
for everyone by sin
is sick and diseased.

By your liberal thinking,
you are being lead astray
the road you’re now on
is not the narrow way.

Oh, my progressive friends,
for you it’s not too late . . .
to turn back to the truth
leading to the straight gate!

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Matthew 7:13-14

Enter ye in at the strait gate:
for wide is the gate, and broad
is the way, that leadeth to
destruction, and many there
be which go in thereat:

Because strait is the gate,
and narrow is the way,
which leadeth unto life,
and few there be that find it.

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She’s Not A Lady

House of Heart

Winter does not empathize
with withered branches or
displaced birds fleeing waves
of frozen breath
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud
and she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen flicker
at the curve of her billowed boughs
glistening folds and hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs
ensnared by her exquisite binds.

Silence--by-Karol-Bak[1]

art by Karol Bak

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The Old Norfolk and Western Railway Station, Roanoke, Virginia

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad

The Old Norfolk and Western Railway Station in Roanoke, Virginia

The city of Roanoke, Virginia, located in the southwest region of the state, is referred to as the ‘Star City of the South’. How does that city get that name? Well, it is the home of the largest mad-made star in the world. It sits on top of Mill Mountain and overlooks downtown and the Roanoke Valley. The great thing about Roanoke is that it is a big railroad city with the main line going through the heart of downtown. It was the hub for the Norfolk and Western Railroad and for the Virginian Railroad, and it was a hub for the Norfolk Southern Railroad. It was here at the shops where the Class J locomotives were built, and it is where the Class J Norfolk and Western Number 611 makes its home at the Virginia Museum of Transportation. Being…

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Brave Waves

Peacock Poetry

A couple of weeks ago whilst walking in the heavy rain, I began connecting to my resilience. All sorts of powerful images were coming to mind and I couldn’t wait to capture them into the notes section of my phone and write a poem. Just at the point of completion the raindrops on my phone jammed the delete key and my whole poem was erased! I returned home deflated and then decided, in the true spirit of resilience to write the thing again. It came out differently and yet I still felt happy and, more importantly, expressed!

Relentless

Thrash me hard into the walls against the storm raged pier

Smash me down, I’ll take it all, and still I’ll reappear

Scrape my legs against the rocks, push my head in the sand

My soul has seen a thousand knocks, each time I fall, I stand

Engulf me with your reckless…

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God’s Gift Of Hope ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God’s gift of hope,
is heaven sent . . .
for He sees how often
we’re tired and spent.

So He sends to us,
hope each day anew
so our faith in Him
we can daily renew.

God’s gift of hope,
is ours to hold onto
the closer to Jesus . . .
we press into.

For He knew we’d need,
His love and grace
so He gave us hope
to finish the race.

Hope is God’s gift,
to all of us . . .
when we place in Jesus
our faith and trust!

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1 Corinthians 15:19

If in this life only we
have hope in Christ,
we are of all men
most miserable.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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