Off the subject. My dad flew B17s in WWII. A Professional pilot after the War, I surprised him with a B17 ride on his 90th birthday. Fittingly enough, it was his last flight ever as he passed away 6 months later. Sadly the B17 we flew in bellied in up north and caught fire. He said those guys did a beautiful job on the Restoration. Boy did he love that Bomber.
Good story. My brothers and I gave my Dad a ride in an AT6 when he was in his mid eighties. We also got a video of it. Dad was not one to boast much, so it always took some coaxing to get him to elaborate on his flying career. While the guy who gave him the ride (and let him fly it some) was stoked to hear his passenger had flown AT6's in WW2, he didn't have a clue of the history he had riding with him....... Dad was RAF pre WW2, then a WASP instructor (he is prominent in the Marion Hodgson book Winning My Wings..... she recounted the story I had only recently heard from him for the first time, while giving dual in a PT 19, his baseball hat flew off his head. He did a split s and caught it as it floated to the ground!) I've talked to ex WASP's that knew him and he was remembered for being a check pilot that was very skilled but more importantly, a very compassionate instructor that was very accepting of the than new concept of woman pilots. (some of it not so politically correct though, he dated Shirley Slade, the girl on the Jul 19, 1943 Life magazine cover that you see in WASP articles so often) He went on to Chance Voight as a production test pilot in the F4U Corsair. He was there the same time as Lindbergh and Wolfgang Langwiesche. That's were he met my Mom, a former Colonial Airways stewardess who was now a link instructor, and yep, she actually gave Lindbergh link time (good story there, way to deep to get into here).
Dad went on to a 32 year career with UAL. Which spanned from DC-3's to 727's. He used to fly F/O on DC-6's and 7's to Hawaii with Lindberghs old barnstorming partner Bud Gurney and others that started their careers in Mail Planes and retired from DC-8's.
We all saw the publicity Sully got when he lost both engines in a sleek AirBus and landed in calm winds in the Hudson. Well on December 30th 1964, Dad was IFR on a very rainy day northeast of LAX in a Convair 340 when BOTH engines failed. In the clouds, over the San Gabriel Mountains and sinking like a stone, ATC mistakenly answered his MayDay call with a vector that would have taken him into the highest peak around while still in the clouds. He had the situational awareness and calm under pressure to realize that heading sounded wrong. So he didn't accept it, as a result, he popped out of the clouds in a valley facing a wall of mountains ahead and of both wings. A quick 180 lined him up with a beet field, were he had to duck under some powerlines to accomplish the successful landing that left no one hurt (or threatening to sue!) and the airplane was fixed and flown out 3 weeks later. Although one little old lady did come up to my Dad as they were all standing around in the mud and ask if she was going to miss her connection in LAX!
Sorry if this sounds long winded, I just meant to post to add to Sachas story because like his Dad and mine, there are 1000's of amazing flying careers out there that we are only one generation removed from. They are going fast. APPRECIATE THEM WHILE THEY ARE HERE AND ASK LOT'S OF QUESTIONS. Sadly once they are gone, no matter how well you communicated with them, you will always be kicking yourself for not delving deeper into their flying stories!