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Fogg in the  Cockpit: Howard Fogg - Master Railroad Artist, World War II Fighter Pilot
Fogg in the Cockpit Howard Fogg Master Railroad Artist World War II Fighter Pilot
Author: Richard Fogg, Janet Fogg
Renowned for decades as the world's foremost railroad artist, Howard Fogg's career spanned half a century and some twelve hundred paintings. However, while his art has been welcomed for decades, few of his enthusiasts were aware of his prior career, as a fighter pilot in the U.S. 8th Air Force during World War II. Fortunately Fogg left b...  more »
ISBN-13: 9781612000046
ISBN-10: 1612000045
Publication Date: 2011
Pages: 256
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Publisher: Casemate
Book Type: Hardcover
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This is an interesting diary written by a P-47/P-51 pilot who became, after the war, the world's foremost train painter. Each month of his diary is followed by the official monthly history of his squadron.

Fogg becomes an interesting character as you read his diary. He often comments about many others he meets during his service. For many, he adds, "great guy," or something similar. Later, he sometimes drastically changes his opinion of them, a number of them his superiors, often because they are not as easy as he might want them to be. Well, military service is not meant to be easy, as senior officers have standards to maintain.

Plus, I noticed that Fogg often complains about food, drink, leave, rooms, or other benefits that most infantry men fighting on the ground would love to have.

This reminds me of my uncle, a sailor in WWII, who, wrote home complaining that, on his ship in the Atlantic, they were only served ice cream twice a week. When my father's mother passed on my uncle's complaint to my father, serving as a radio operator/gunner on a B-24 in the Pacific, my father replied he hadn't even *seen* ice cream in a year.


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