#fieseler

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Future Generalfeldmarshal, Pour le Mérite (Blue Max) and Ritterkreuz (Knight's Cross) holder, Commander of the Deutsche Afrika Korps, General der Panzertruppe Erwin Rommel in front of his Fieseler Fi 156 Storch, North Afrika, 1941. He frequently piloted his personal Storch. For more, see my Facebook group - Eagles Of The Reich

[theworldatwar]

US soldiers examine a Fieseler Fi 103R Reichenberg, a manned version of the V-1 rocket (doodlebug) captured at Neu Tramm, Germany 1945

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Storch

Himmler in a plane

*I don't suport nazism or any totalitarian sistem or ideology, posted for historical and entertainment reasons*

[carbone14]

Schéma du Fieseler Fi 103 (V1)

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Invisible Waves 36.

08.09.2024

Intro 00:00

James Bernard–Watching Clouds Form 00:08 Los Padres National Forest

Chapter 1 04:06 Navaja Opinel–Will The Chinese Be Open By Now, He Wondered 05:59 The Tin Box–Two One 08:16

Chapter 2 10:05 Futuregrapher–Sunnutorg 12:37 Veryan–Lift Hands 18:45 Tai Chi Prophet 5 V Mellotron Koto

Chapter 3 23:09 Sankt Otten–Angekommen in der letzten Reihe 26:18 Roland TR-808 Neil Cowley Trio–Grace 32:47 Thought Bubble on Wyrd Daze /Tak Tent 2024

Chapter 4 36:15 Christian Fiesel–There Are No True Meanings 39:10 Stanisław Lem

[valkoinenlintu]

ben is my drug (audio)

[madkot]

Storch

[justforbooks]

John 'Paddy' Hemingway

Irish RAF fighter pilot in the second world war and one of ‘the Few’, who later became a wing commander

His father Basil had thought that his only son might become a doctor, but then his son disliked the sight of blood. So when Gp Cpt John (��Paddy”) Hemingway died at the age of 105, it was instead as the last surviving pilot – and the last surviving Dubliner – to have flown in the Battle of Britain, 85 years ago.

He was shot down twice during the battle, and twice subsequently, but then he was the “lucky Irishman”. And for months in 1940 Hemingway’s life – although he would have derided the idea – was one of those 3,000-odd in step with the fate of the world.

In the winter of 1939-40 Plt Off Hemingway, fresh out of Royal Air Force flying school, had been posted to Debden, east of London, with No 85 Squadron. The squadron’s Gloster Gladiator biplanes had been replaced by sleek Hawker Hurricanes. The Hurricane was still less glamorous and slower than the Supermarine Spitfire, but it was the workhorse of the RAF’s fighter war in the early stage of the conflict, and could take on its Luftwaffe equivalent, the Messerschmitt Bf 109.

By the spring of 1940, 85 Squadron was based in France, and Friday 10 May marked the end of the “phoney war” over western Europe, as the Nazis launched their massive attack on France, Belgium, Luxembourg and the Netherlands. Hemingway was in the thick of it, downing his first enemy aircraft, a Heinkel He 111 bomber. On the Saturday he helped bring down a Dornier Do 17 bomber, but then had to make a forced landing after the intervention of a German Fieseler Storch spotter plane and intense ground fire. The pilot, with two leg injuries, then joined a group of refugees limping along the long road to Brussels, before rejoining the remains of his squadron.

By 17 May, as the Blitzkrieg accelerated, Hemingway had returned to England. He initially flew Hurricanes with No 253 Squadron, out to Dunkirk as the British and allied evacuation took place into early June. By mid-June he was back with No 85 Squadron, which was now commanded by the charismatic Peter Townsend, the future – and romantically doomed – partner of Princess Margaret.

Between July and October 1940, Hemingway was one of that group of pilots – predominantly British but crucially from around the world – who comprised “the Few”. On 18 August 1940 he was shot down at sea near Clacton and only the timely arrival hours later of a small craft from the Clacton lightship saved his life. Just over a week later, this time over the Kent countryside, he came down again, this time from the bullets of a Messerschmitt.

With the end of the Battle of Britain that October, the focus shifted to the night-time blitz for which the Hurricane was totally unsuited. So early in 1941 the squadron was transferred on to the American Douglas Havoc II, a night fighter variant of the Boston bomber. When Hemingway’s instruments failed on 13 May 1941, he was forced to bail out at low altitude, sustaining various injuries.

By the time of the invasion of Normandy in June 1944, Hemingway was working as an air traffic controller. But as the end of the war approached, early in 1945, he became commander of No 43 Squadron, flying Spitfire IXs. The squadron was by then based in Italy and operated primarily on ground attack. Weeks before the war ended he was shot down again, rescued by partisans, and taken, by a little girl, back to the allied lines. In May 1945, amid the chaos of postwar Europe, Hemingway and his squadron were posted to Austria, where he remained until the end of the year.

Hemingway was born in Dublin, just a few months after the outbreak of the Irish war of independence. He was the oldest child and the only son of Basil Hemingway, a Protestant builder, and his wife, Elizabeth. He had three sisters: Georgina, Thelma and Sylvia. He was educated at St Patrick’s Cathedral choir school – where, it transpired, he was not cut out to be a chorister – and St Andrew’s college, Dublin. There his sporting prowess shone through on the rugby pitch and the running track.

While still a teenager he arrived in London at the end of 1938 for a visit to the RAF and received a four-year short-service commission. As 1939 dawned Hemingway was beginning three months of training in Brough, in the East Riding of Yorkshire. Then came the war.

Hemingway did not leave the RAF with the outbreak of peace in 1945, and his first assignment was to Greece. He was a squadron leader by 1948 and by 1953 he was commanding No 32 Squadron, flying de Havilland Vampires – Britain’s second jet fighter – in Egypt. In 1954 he became a wing commander. He was, for a time, station commander at RAF Leconfield in the East Riding of Yorkshire, close to where he had started all those years before. He was a lover of Beethoven.

In 1941, following his exploits with the Douglas Havoc he was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and mentioned in dispatches.

Hemingway married Helen (known as Bridget) Prowse in 1948. She had arrived in Britain from South Africa to enlist in the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force at the beginning of the war. She predeceased him in 1998. They had a daughter and two sons.

🔔 John “Paddy” Allman Hemingway, fighter pilot, born 17 July 1919; died 17 March 2025

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* 5 Kassel, Germany July 28

Lt Wooldridge wasn't the only one to bring a plane down in a farmer's field. Above, Hells' Belles, B-17 42-30157, overshoots the runway on the Kassel raid ending up in a farmer's field. 91st Bomb Group .

Photo Roger Freeman Collection 729 - American Air Museum in Britain

Below, Lt Wooldridge writes his longest account, ten pages, on Kassel, Germany. The oxygen system is shot out and the crew begins to pass out one by one. He crash lands the crippled ship on a single engine. It is some of his best writing.

Of 302 B-17s dispatched on this mission targeting the Fieseler Works at Kassel and the Focke-Wulf 190 plant at Oschersleben, 22 are shot down resulting in 205 MIA.

@Francesbekafigo via X

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ok maybe it is a coincidence but there's a possibility one of bombirdier's inspirations is the german ww2 plane called Fieseler Fi 156 Storch (storch is german for stork)

you see sometimes I think Pokemon does things intentionally and sometimes I think the designers go "this is a stork delivery bird that that drops rocks instead of babies" and then goes online to find people being like "oh well it's obviously the Fieseler Fi 156 Storch plane from WWII"

[rockyp77mk3]

GIs examine a Fieseler Fi 103R Reichenberg. This was a manned version of the V-1.

This version was developed late in the war and may have been intended for suicide attacks on the advancing Allies.

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Fieseler Fi 99 Jungtiger (D-EPWD). Despite its good characteristics this tandem two-seat sport and touring plane was built only in small numbers in 1937-1938. The Young Tiger was a very similar aircraft to the Messerschmitt Bf 108 Taifun (Typhoon). For more, see my Facebook group - Eagles Of The Reick

[madkot]

Fieseler Storch

A passing motorcyclist standing on what appears to be a British BSA M20 motorcycle gives a helping hand to a German pilot after his Storch was forced to land with engine problems - Eastern Front, Spring 1942

[ixtlilton4]

On "The System" as a Whole

So, firstly, I think what just doesn't click with people about foster care is how utterly horrible and hopeless it is. I know a lot of people read anecdotal stories about child abuse in foster homes or group homes, or they've seen a news article about children like Marcus Fiesel who were horrifically abused and murdered, so there is at least some exposure to what can happen. But I think when people read these stories, it's very easy for them to dismiss them as extreme and isolated events thar are rare. Or, maybe thinking about child abuse at all is so disturbing for some people they try to push it as far down and away as possible, and in the process they just ignore it entirely. I don't know. What I do know is that these anecdotal stories you hear online, from people like me? They aren't rare. They aren't even uncommon. They are, depressingly, the norm. I spent nearly as much of my life in foster care as I did outside of it, and in addition to my own experiences, I've met a lot of other foster kids. Our stories, if not identical, echo each other in one important way: while whatever situation may have landed us in foster care may have been horrible or abusive, foster homes and group homes were often equally as bad.

I feel extremely confident in saying that if you have been in more than three placements (or homes), or you have spent more than 3-6 months in foster care, it is nearly impossible for you to have avoided being abused or neglected. For most people, though, they don't have to wait until their third home, the abuse and/or neglect starts on the first.

That is *horrifying*. That abusive or neglectful foster parents and group home staff are so prevalent and unchecked that nearly every foster kid who goes through the system is exposed to it is terrifying. It should upset you. It should make you *angry* that what is arguably the most vulnerable group in the country is so under protected.

I could go on for another 50 paragraphs about all the reasons this is true, but I think the most important thing for people to realise is that abuse and neglect in the foster system is so prevalent that it is *normal*, and we need to do something about it.

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hey there...im here for chaos and just to fuck with people lmao my main blog is @sk3l3t0n444 if you find this shit funny idfk what else to say

[morelin]

Volo acrobatico in aliante con Luca Bertossio

Sì, avete letto bene il titolo... volo acrobatico in aliante con Luca Bertossio... e pensare che non ho mai voluto provare le montagne russe per paura. Per spiegarvi da dove viene questa idea devo tornare un po' indietro nel tempo, più o meno al 2021 quando un giorno, navigando un po' tra i post di Facebook per cercare qualche nuovo spunto di viaggio o gita da fare non appena fosse stato possibile uscire, mi imbatto in un adv di un tour operator che propone esperienze come escursioni a cavallo, picnic in vigna e gite in barca e tra queste c'era anche un volo in aliante. Sulla mia travel list erano già presenti volo in mongolfiera, elicottero ed idrovolante e questo mancava, quindi ritenendo la proposta interessante mi appunto il nome. Trascorre un po' di tempo e grazie agli algoritmi di Facebook mi compare un nuovo adv: un ragazzo giovane, un certo Luca Bertossio, un pilota di aliante, che invita a volare con lui. Il nome non mi suonava nuovo ma in quel momento non riuscivo a spiegarmi il motivo (ma poi lo scoprirò) e molto incuriosita clicco il link che riporta al suo sito web. Qui trovo le esperienze che è possibile fare con lui in aliante: non è un “semplice” volo, si tratta di volo acrobatico. Voglio saperne di più, quindi vado alla sua biografia dove leggo che ha conseguito l'abilitazione a più di 25 velivoli diversi ma soprattutto trovo elencati tutti i premi FAI (Federazione Aeronautica Internazionale) vinti per la disciplina dell'acrobazia aerea: 9 medaglie d'oro, 8 d'argento e 4 di bronzo. Inoltre ha raggiunto il miglior piazzamento di sempre per l'Italia nei Campionati del Mondo di Acrobazia aerea in aliante ed è stato il più giovane vincitore dei FAI World Air Games che si sono tenuti a Dubai nel 2015. A questo punto mi si accende la lampadina e capisco dove avevo sentito il suo nome: nel 2015 avevo visto un breve servizio del TG che celebrava la sua epica vittoria a Dubai! Da quel momento decido che prima o poi avrei volato con lui ed inizio a seguirlo su diversi social. Tra i molti video che potete trovare vi propongo la visione di questi due che a mio parere riassumono la sua abilità e bravura oltre alla bellezza ed alla magia delle evoluzioni da lui create durante un'esibizione:

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Il mio sogno deve attendere: prima la pandemia, poi per un lungo periodo Luca decide di sospendere i voli in aliante per dare priorità alla sua carriera da pilota di linea (ora lavora per una nota compagnia aerea low cost), poi i miei impegni personali finché qualche settimana fa riesco a prenotare il mio volo con lui. Raggiungo l'aeroporto e dopo pochi minuti Luca mi accoglie calorosamente prima di decollare con il cliente del turno precedente, così nell'attesa ammiro le loro evoluzioni. E' giunto il mio momento: mi siedo all'interno dell'aliante, poi entra anche Luca e l'aereo di traino si posiziona davanti a noi pronto a decollare.

L'adrenalina aumenta e nel giro di pochi istanti siamo già in volo. Dobbiamo raggiungere la quota prestabilita così continuiamo a salire con un volo tranquillo che permette di ammirare il panorama circostante.

Ormai ci siamo, l'aereo di traino sgancia il cavo e parte la caccia alle correnti che ci permetteranno di rimanere in volo (l'aliante non possiede il motore) e di eseguire le manovre acrobatiche. Mi affido a Luca.

Alla prima evoluzione rimango quasi senza fiato perché è la prima volta che subisco la forza G e a seconda delle manovre è possibile raggiungere anche i 5G. Tra looping, Fieseler, mezzo otto, tonneau e voli rovesci mi ritrovo diverse volte a testa in giù e perdo la cognizione del tempo.

Il programma di volo è terminato e Luca prepara l'aliante per un atterraggio morbidissimo. Quasi quasi ancora non ci credo di averlo fatto, io che non ho mai voluto salire sulle montagne russe!

Un immenso grazie a Luca che ha reso possibile questa adrenalinica esperienza, esaudendo un mio desiderio. E' stato un onore aver volato con te, campione!