Does anyone recall the Bruggen wing flypast in '56/'57 that ended in disarray?
Wooly Bear Gasson and I were not of the chosen few that day, and were playing tennis when the wing returned. The cloudbase was so low we had to serve underarm and we listened awe-sruck to the noise of all those bleed valves opening and closing as the wing passed overhead. Later, at Wahn, the controler was commended for the speed at which he could reload and fire green verys as the wing came in from all directions and slid to a stop.
Was anyone airborne on that trip?
Dick