Below is the scan of the cover of The Fiend Book
2002. If you know of anything about the production of this
book and would like to talk with me about it, please send me an
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Say what you will about him; arrogant, cocky, boisterous, and a
fun loving
fool to boot. He has earned his place in the sun. Across the span
of fifty
years he has given this country some of its proudest moments and
most
cherished military traditions. But fame is short-lived and little
the world
remembers. Almost forgotten are the 1400 fighter pilots who stood
alone
against the might of Hitler's Germany during the dark summer of
1940 and
gave, in the words of Winston Churchill, gave England "It's
finest hour."
Gone from the hardstands at Duxford are the 51s with their
checkerboard
noses that terrorized the finest fighters the Luftwaffe had.
Dimly remem-
bered is the Fourth Fighter Group that gave Americans some of
their few
proud moments in the skies over Korea. How fresh in recall are
the Air
Commandos who valiantly struck the VC with their aging "Skyraiders"
in the
rain and blood soaked valley called A-Shau? And how long will be
remem-
bered the "Phantoms" and "Thuds" over "Route Pack Six" and the
flack-
filled skies over Hanoi? Barrel Roll, Steel Tiger, Tally Ho. So
here's a
"Nickel on the Grass" to you, my friend and your spirit,
enthusiasm, sacri-
fice, and courage—but most of all, to your friendship. Yours is a
dying
breed and when you are gone, the world will be a lesser place!
Friar Tuck
