When the Brooklyn boys begin to take the joint apart and tear it down

Well I can report that the Midfield Cafe does indeed serve a fantastic breakfast, perhaps the best one I have had since being America. They may take a little time to get it to you but they can be forgiven that, especially as they were so busy today. But according the pilot (who was flying the P-51) who was sitting next to us at the counter, every airfield diner in America has tardy service.

The planes are impressive and the people there more so. We spoke to a guy (and bought a book from him) who was a Flight Sergeant on B-17s in Europe until he was shot down over France. I asked him where he was stationed. "Have you ever heard of Kettering" he said.....

The amazing thing is that they just let you walk through the planes, somehow I can't see them doing that in the UK. Having walked through them I can only conclude that they grew 'em smaller in the '40s. The bomb bay walkways certainly weren't designed for fat boys.

That is the view looking back to the tailgunners turret in the B-24. They are tiny inside, it really does make you admire the people who got in them night after night.

For all you mechanical freaks (you know who you are) -

the innards of a Pratt & Whitney R-1830 Twin Wasp 1000hp 14 cylinder radial engine.

And finally some lucky bugger who is the best part of three and half grand lighter on his way back from a ride.

although I am sure that there is probably an argument with the claim on the poster that the P-51 was the greatest fighter plane ever.....