World War 2 In Review

B-17 of the United States Army Air Forces (USAAF seen here at a training field, 6 April 1943). A B-17 Flying Fortress (fictional serial number 05564) nicknamed "Mary Ann - Star Of Air Force" which played the B-17 "Mary Ann" in the 1943 film "Air Force". The serial number assigned to the aircraft was given in the film's credits. by Scott Thompson Title: Air Force Studio: Warner Brothers Date Released: February 3, 1943 Director: Howard Hawks Actors: John Ridgely, Gig Young, John Garfield, Arthur Kennedy, Harry Carey Aerial Scenes: Paul Mantz, Paul Gustine, Harry Crosby, Elmer Dyer, Charles A. Marshall B-17 Filming Locations: Drew Army Air Field, Tampa, Florida B-17s Utilized: B-17B 38-211 (#18) B-17B 38-261 (#07) B-17B 38-584 (#10) as Mary Ann, fictional B-17D 40-5564 B-17B 39-001 (#15) plus approximately five other unidentified B-17B, B-17C, and/or B-17Ds The Movie Air Force was an early war production that stands ...

75mm Gun Motor Carriage T12, Philippines, late 1941. by George R. Reed, Captain, Field Artillery, U.S. Army This was originally prepared as a manuscript by the author in 1948 and submitted to The Adjutant General (Historical Section), Washington, D.C. Copy obtained from the National Archives, Washington, D.C. • Provisional Field Artillery, Self-Propelled Mounts, Fort Stotsenberg, Pampanga First Battalion Commanding Officer: Major D. S. Babcock Battery Commanders: Captain John Curtis, Lieutenant Murray M. Day, Lieutenant Brunette, Lieutenant Corrigan Second Battalion Commanding Officer: Major Joseph Ganahl Battery Commanders: Lieutenant William Jones, Lieutenant Travis Perrenot, Lieutenant Daniel W. Cranford, Lieutenant Peck Third Battalion Commanding Officer: Major J. R. Lindsay Battery Commanders: Lieutenant Wayne Fisher, Lieutenant George A. Reed (the author of this work), Lieutenant Van de Lester, Lieutenant Svobodny The self-propelled mount was the only ...

A Japanese POW is interrogated by U.S. Marine intelligence personnel on Guadalcanal. by Sergeant H. N. Oliphant, Yank Staff Correspondent Somewhere in the Philip­pines—The stockade was set in a large rectangular clearing near the edge of a grove of coconut palms and guava trees. Off to the right of the outer barbed wire barrier was a mangrove swamp and beyond that a swollen, clay-colored river that wound like a dirty, twisted ribbon through tangles of tropical fronds and water weeds. A fat, red-faced MP, a carbine slung barrel-down from his shoulder, stopped us about ten yards from the gate and, recognizing the staff sergeant interpreter with me, called, "Hi, ya, Jitter." Sizing me up briefly with bored mistrust, he added, "That fellow got permission to be here?" The staff pulled a paper out of his poncho and handed it to the MP. He glanced at it a moment, said "Okay," and motioned us on. At the barbed wire gate another MP with fixed bayonet halted...