BeachMomma
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Have you ever seen the movie Command Decision? It's one of my favorite movies of all time. Clark Gable plays the commander of a group of fighter pilots.
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Have you ever seen the movie Command Decision? It's one of my favorite movies of all time. Clark Gable plays the commander of a group of fighter pilots.
B3 is beautiful.
*sings "You Are So Beautiful" off-key*
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Can you imagine? He was the biggest movie star of the time, perhaps of all time. Think about his actions today. This would be like Johnny Depp enlisting in the Air Force right now so he could be sent to OCS and then being a gunner on a bomber in Afghanistan.
With all due respect to Clark Gable, James Stewart's story is, I think, more impressive.
http://www.danielsww2.com/JimmyStewart.html
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When his number was called and he appeared at Draft Board No. 245 in West Los Angeles in
February 1941, the 6’3” Stewart weighed only 138 pounds, 5 pounds under the acceptable
weight level. He was turned down for service.
He went home ate everything he could that was fattening and went back and enlisted in the
Army Air Corps, he passed the physical with an ounce to spare and began his military service
as a private. While others tried to avoid the draft, he actually wanted to serve in the military and
was the first Hollywood star to enter military service prior or during WWII.
In January 1942 Stewart was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant. He was then sent to Mather
Field in California as a four engine instructor, this included both the B-17 and B-24 heavy
bombers. Much to his dismay, Stewart stayed stateside for almost two years working as a flight
instructor, until commanding officers finally yielded to his request to be sent overseas.
In November 1943, now a Captain and Operations Officer for the 703rd Bomb Squadron, 445th
Bombardment Group of the Eighth Air Force, he arrived in Tibenham, England. In March of
1944 he was transferred to the 453rd Bombardment Group at Old Buckenham (Old Buc).
Throughout his combat career, Stewart flew as lead pilot in B-24 Liberators.
Stewart’s war record included 20 combat missions as command pilot over enemy territory,
including raids deep into Germany to Berlin. He didn't fly the milk runs, and his missions
included bombing raids to Berlin, Brunswick, Bremen, Frankfurt, and Schweinfurt. His most
memorable mission, Stewart served as the flight leader of a 1000 plain raid to Berlin. He was
awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross with two Oak Leaf Clusters, the Air Medal with three
Oak Leaf Clusters, and the French Croix de Guerre with Palm.
By the end of the war he had risen to the rank of Colonel. After the war he remained with the
US Air Force Reserves and was eventually promoted to Brigadier General in 1959. In 1966, he
participated in a bombing strike in Vietnam, as an observer on a B-52 bomber. He retired from
the Air Force in 1968 and received the Distinguished Service Medal and ultimately, the
Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Moreover, upon his return to civilian life, the studios pressed him to make a movie about his war experiences. He never made that movie because he served, not for glory, but for service.
Jimmy Stewart is, and will always be, my hero.
Bear with me on this one. Woke up this morning grouchy as fuck. By 6am I'd already had four cursing rampages. On my way to work I stopped to pick up cigs. A woman was standing in the only available parking lot. Cue up another cursing fit. She moved to the side so I could pull in.
She wasnt just standing there. She was dancing with joy. Her joy was infectious. As I stepped out of the car, I told her "honey if you can rock it this early in the morning more power to you" and went inside. When I came out I thanked her for putting a smile on my face. She hugged me and said "to God be the glory".
Random lady at the gas station, thank you. You are truly beautiful.

Bear with me on this one. Woke up this morning grouchy as fuck. By 6am I'd already had four cursing rampages. On my way to work I stopped to pick up cigs. A woman was standing in the only available parking lot. Cue up another cursing fit. She moved to the side so I could pull in.
She wasnt just standing there. She was dancing with joy. Her joy was infectious. As I stepped out of the car, I told her "honey if you can rock it this early in the morning more power to you" and went inside. When I came out I thanked her for putting a smile on my face. She hugged me and said "to God be the glory".
Random lady at the gas station, thank you. You are truly beautiful.
She's absolutely stunning.

