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Ramitelli Rumble,
by Robert Bailey
Life for the Fighter Squadrons of the 332nd
Fighter Group, at the former farm field in Ramitelli, Italy in 1945, was
about disciplined routine. Like other Fighter Groups in the 15th Air Force
based nearby, it would start as it ended with the ground crews. With a
mission planned and communicated they worked feverishly, many times without
enough sleep, coaxing and prodding “their planes” to be ready in the morning
to “loan out to the pilots.”
As the sun began to rise the air crews would
awaken and begin preparation for the next mission. For some sleep did not
come easy and did little to refresh their tired minds, a byproduct of aerial
combat flown high above the hostile skies of Nazi Germany and Austria,
locked in the deadly business of defending bomber streams they were tasked
to escort against a resilient foe.
The tension would begin to build early as the air
crews prepared for the coming mission. After a quick but subdued meal at the
mess hall it was off to the briefing where the target for the day was
announced and escort assignments were given. There they would be made aware
of what defenses they could expect, the flak corridors they would navigate
around and the anticipated reception from the Luftwaffe entering and exiting
the target area; all the while they defended the bombers against a
persistent enemy bent on bringing the four-engined ‘big friends’ down.
With the briefing concluded it was a short hop to
the parachute shack to collect the necessities including escape kits before
they were driven out to their dispersal areas. There they would confer with
their crew chiefs, while being strapped in, about any issues the aircraft
had since the last mission. The tension was now palpable as the pilots
waited like coiled springs for the signal to start engines.
As the predetermined time arrived, magneto
switches were turned on and engine generators whined and dozens of Merlin
engines roared to life. The popping of hot gases exiting exhaust ports rose
in harmony building to a low rumble, as chock blocks were pulled by ground
crew attempting to stand against the prop wash. The high-powered planes
assembled each in order of take off at the end of the respective runway.
With a shot from a Berry Pistol arching overhead
signaling that the departure time had arrived, Flight Leaders and Wingmen
would push their engine throttles foreword and the Rumble at Ramitelli would
build. From a soft growl it would grow into a loud crescendo rising in
unison with the other engines announcing that another Tuskegee Mission was
about to commence.
In Robert Bailey’s latest action canvas, entitled
RAMITELLI RUMBLE, ‘Little Freddio’ and ‘Lady Emmo’ of the 332 Squadron are
the first to launch from the airfield and begin the process to assemble
before turning to a northern heading that will take them to the rendezvous
point where they will meet the bombers they are to escort to the heartland
of Germany. They will need to be vigilant today if their record of never
losing a bomber they escorted in combat, is to remain intact.
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