2008 Testimonials

As I sat in the rear fuselage of Barbie III waiting on the tarmac at Falcon Field I gazed around at my fellow passengers.

There were two other men about my age, shall we say um, very senior, seated across and slightly forward of me. At the first sound of the whine of the starter motor turning the propellor to start the first engine I saw them cease animated conversation and instantly fall silent. They had lived this experience before and were instantly transported, like so many of us, back into a distant time and place far away.

You could see it all swirling back in their eyes, the flights and the fights. The memories of those friends who hadn’t made it back.

If you have ever seen any World War II Air force movies, you have seen these great bombers in action. The men who flew and maintained them, and the crew members who defended them in the gunner’s stations and the bombardiers with their shouts of “Bombs Away!”.

And I....well I was instantly transported in my mind back into MY teenage years as a volunteer Civil(ian) Air Patrol pilot. It was Dec. 8th 1941 and I was again in my little Aeronca patrolling the Hudson River and the approaches to New York harbor. Along with dozens of other east coast private pilots, we were pressed into service to help the Navy patrol for the dreaded U-boat menace off our shores.

I heartily recommend this experience. Fly in the Barbie III. No movie can match the experience of sitting where these men sat. At the radio operator’s table, the gunner’s and bombardiers positions. It’s amazing.

The volunteers who tend to the care and feeding of Barbie III do it with unbelievable heart and soul. They do this so that you will ever have the opportunity for this first hand experience. A chance to see how magnificent our fliers were, how much they sacrificed to save our world.

Gentlemen, all of you are a part of the backbone that keeps America great. Make God Bless you and your work.

If Bob Hope will please indulge me. “Thanks For the Memories.”

Estelle "Jackie" Bakewell
Ft. Worth, Texas

Dear Jack and the Barbie III Crew,

I just wanted to say thanks to each of you for one of the most exciting things I have ever done. That ride in Barbie III will be something I, and my family will remember for the rest of our lives.

Our flight was on June 28 and was the perfect end to a great vacation. For three months, I could hardly wait for the day of the flight. When we were driving into the airfield and I finally saw her sitting on the runway, I couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Seeing that pristine WWII bomber and knowing I was going to be flying in her had my adrenaline pumping fast!

I'm not someone who loves to fly, but I wasn't afraid in Barbie III. From the power of her Wright Cyclone engines at take off to the smoothness of the flight, I was literally amazed. I could have flown in her all day and believe me, I wish I did. And having the chance to sit in her tail gunner position was the highlight of the flight. I can't imagine what it must have been like to be back there during a bomb run or a dogfight. I also got to play around with the .50 cals. along the waist gunner positions. I can't believe how heavy they are! I could go on and on raving about my flight but it would take up way too much space!

It's really great what you have done with the plane from the history lesson on Barbie III before the flight to the flight itself, it's a first class experience. Everyone involved in our flight was incredibly nice and did everything they could to make it as memorable as possible and they succeeded. It was like taking a ride in a time machine and giving me the chance to step back to 1944.

In closing, I just want to say that I feel Barbie III is a great piece of our country's history and a tribute to all our service men and
women. Everyone that is involved with Barbie III deserves a big thanks for preserving it and giving everyone the chance to experience it.

Scott Gomb
Wilkes-Barre, Pa. - June 2008

Here are some pictures I took from my B-25 ride. It was an awesome experience – hotter than heck, but once we started seeing all the beautiful sites of Arizona, we didn’t even feel the heat (sort of). During the war, my dad used to fly in a B-24 Liberator - four engine heavy bomber in England and Africa and it gave me a feeling of what he went through. I feel so lucky to have gone up with Jack.

Libby
(click on photos for larger version)

Mr. Fedor,

Thank you for an amazing adventure in the vintage World War II B-25 Bomber named Barbie III. For a special birthday gift for someone who not only has his private pilot’s license and is very hard to buy for, this experience was truly once in a lifetime. All the volunteers including the pilots walked us through the history, operations and meticulous restoration efforts needed to make such an operation available.

Sending special thanks to all the volunteers who make this all possible, because even though we leave the tarmac these very special memories stay with us for a lifetime. We are truly grateful to your dedication, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Most sincerely,
Richard and Sherry
(April 2008 )

2007 Testimonials

This fall our 15 year old grandson, Benjamin, came to Arizona for a week. He and his Grandpa love airplanes, so it was no problem entertaining Benjamin with museums. The really big event was their ride on the B-25H, Barbie III at Anzio's Landing. Why not bridge the generation gap and bond with such a great experience? We recommend it. It's a thrill of a lifetime. Oh Yes, did I tell you I rode too, in the tail.

Judy Boswell

Last Saturday, Oct 27th, three of us flew on board Barbie. When I got home, my wife asked me how it went. I told her, "It was hot, cramped, noisy and not real comfortable." She said, "Oh, that's too bad. I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it". I told her that I enjoyed it more than anything else I have done in a long time and would fly in it every week, given the chance. It was a chance to see how American military men fought the air war in the 1940's. You guys have a national treasure on your hands, and in talking to the members of your group, it is really gratifying to see that every man understands the privilege he has been given to be a part of this.

Sitting in the tail position flying over Saguaro Lake, I thought of that famous video of a B-25 flying over Rabaul, strafing and sowing parafrag bombs. It gave me chills to think of an 18 year old crewmember doing that every day while being shot at. Those guys are and will remain genuine American heroes.

Thanks for giving us the opportunity to experience history up close and personal. It was unforgettable.

Best regards,
John H. Summers
Chandler Police Department

On Easter Day April 8th, 2007 My Grandfather Curtis Dell got a real thrill, when he booked a flight on the Barbie III B-25 airplane recently. He had an unforgettable experience that brought tears to his eyes. He also was a pilot flying a P-38 in the South Pacific during WW II. He was so amazed to see the work that volunteers go through to keep our pass history alive for our future generations. We want to thank everyone that was involve to make a dream come true for my grandfather's strong desire to experience one more time the feeling that he had during WW II.

I would highly recommend the Barbie III to anyone who wants to give a PRICELESS GIFT for family and friends.

Thanks a million, from Doreen, Barry, Jeff , David, Rosario, Faith, Greg, Mary, and Curtis.

On Sunday May 27, 2007 I stopped by Anzio Landing Restaurant to see if Barbie III was going up. When I got there the crew was preparing to take some people up for a ride and I caught some shots of the start-up of the engines.

I have attached 6 of the photos to this e-mail. Feel free to use them as you see fit. It is such a thrill to see this great warbird flying from Falcon Field. We will miss her when she leaves for her tour schedule for the summer.

Bob Teague
Mesa, AZ

On May 13, I was privileged to be able to take my Grandson for his 16th birthday present and join with my wife for a flight on the Barbie III. I have flown on many types of aircraft (civilian, commercial and some military), over the years but have NEVER enjoyed a flight more. With the history and stories one has to be extremely proud of our men in service and dedication. I would encourage any one with any degree of interest to avail themselves to the experience.

John Budge

On Mother’s Day, I was surprised with an invitation to climb on board the Barbie III for their next flight. Wow, I was so impressed. It was fun. The plane was very smooth during takeoff and landing. During the flight, we flew fairly close to land, so that we could observe the terrain. But, the most interesting part was the little bits and pieces of American history that I came away with stories of our guys who fought in World War II. It was fascination to see the plane that they actually used during bombing runs, strafing and combat in the air. Most impressive to hold that machine gun and imagine what it might have been like. Believe me; I came away with a real sense of respect for those guys who went up in those planes.

Linda Budge

To the crew of BarbieIII:

Thank you so much for making my 61st Birthday so memorable! I never expected to get an opportunity to ride in a WW-II aircraft, let alone, to bring my Dad along (at least in memory) to experience what he went through during WW-II. I want to personally thank each crew member, both aircraft and support personnel...they were all extremely professional and enthusiastic about their contribution to supporting there Lady named BarbieIII. A special thanks also to Sam and Dick for spending so much time with me to reminisce about by-gone times...too bad we can't bring some of those times and values back today to strengthen this wonderful country during a period of doubt about our resolve.

Best wishes to all,

Joe Kelley
Santa Fe, NM

Jack,

Thanks for a great time. Attached is a draft of a letter that I plan to submit to the Air Apache Newsletter. My compliment to the crew and thanks for keeping the history alive.
I cannot even begin to count the times that I had driven by the B-25H sitting on the South runway of Falcon Field in Mesa, AZ. Nearly every time I would think that I should drop by and take a ride in that old bird. In today’s busy world, one never seems to find the time to fulfill those kinds of daydreams. You just keep chalking it up to one of those things that you “will get around to”. This particular aircraft had me particularly intrigued since it was the model that my father had shipped out from Hunter Field, GA in April of 1944.

A few weeks ago I took the family to Luke Day’s airshow at Luke AFB in Glendale Arizona. There was quite a show with all the modern jets, from A-10 Thunderbolts to F-16 Falcons. Even the Thunderbirds made an appearance. Over on the sidelines were some of the old warbirds on display and again I was drawn to that same B-25, Barbie III. As it turns out this is the last airworthy B-25H flying. After my second trip back and having talked to Jack Fedor a number of times, my wife had finally had enough and told me to just go ahead and do it. So, I signed up for the following weekend.

On the day of the ride I took my 8 year old son along to watch; I also took along my fathers old album from the 498th Air Apaches. The Air Apaches were one of celebrated groups that made the B-25 a feared weapon in the Pacific. All of the people associated with Barbie enjoyed going through the old photos and documents. They obviously keep this plane flying as a labor of love and soak up any information on the history of the plane.

My son was pretty perturbed that he was not going to get to go along and was threatening to stow away in the bomb bay. He has gotten to be quite the little expert on B-25’s even though he never got to know his grandfather who flew in them. As it turns out there was a no show on the flight and we came to terms on letting him have the open seat. We did not tell him until it was actually take off time. Matthew was getting a thrilling lesson in both personal and world history. I cannot really tell you how awe inspiring it was to ride in the tail gunner position, a position which my father occupied, sitting with his grandson on my knee as we flew out over the desert mountains.

If you are ever out west and want a unique aviation experience that will give you a glimmer of the days gone by, I highly recommend taking a ride on Barbie. http://www.b25barbieiii.com/

Regards, Mike

During the days of WWII from 1941-45, I was 10-13 years old. When my playmates and I played ":Army Air Corp", our imaginary bomber was the B-25, the same as Lt. Col. Jimmy Doolittle flew off the USS Hornet in April 1942, to bomb Tokyo, normally a land based bomber. Doolittle and his pilots trained for short take offs at Eglin Army Airfield in my native Florida, near where I now own a large tract of timber land.

On 2-17-07, for my 75th birthday celebration, I turned my imaginary flight into the real thing, when I flew in the flight engineer's seat behind Pilot Jack Fedor and Co-pilot Ray Hillson. It was the greatest airplane flight I've ever had. A heartfelt "thank you" to all those people who were involved in this flight.

Donald L. Smith, Phoenix, AZ

Jack, Sam and the Barbie III Crew:

My wife, Linda, and I together with another couple from Rio Verde AZ recently flew with you and enjoyed one of the most memorable experiences of our lives. I have an uncle who flew in B-25's as a tail gunner and now we can truly appreciate the stories he has related to us. Our flight with you was both nostalgic and exhilarating at the same time. For the guys this was our second flight yet it was just as exciting as the first and my wife has found a new best friend in Sam who was our pilot. We are recommending taking a ride on Barbie III to all of our friends.

Keep up the good work.

Steve Zell
Rio Verde, AZ.

March 11, 2007

I’ve loved aircraft since I was a small boy when my father told me stories about his time serving on B25s in WWII. It led me to become a pilot myself as well as an aerospace engineer.

As I grew older my appreciation of the B25 aircraft that carried my father, grew enormously. I’ve been fortunate to see several restored B25s from the ground; some with my father while he was still alive. I’ve dreamt a million times about what it would be like to actually fly in one of these beautiful machines and to experience the sights, smells and sounds that were routine to the men who fought for us all.

March 11, 2007, I got that chance on the BarbieIII.

The flight and ground crew members were courteous, friendly, helpful, knowledgeable and informative; making the pre-flight activities and briefing very meaningful. They took special notice as passengers identified their historical and emotional links to the B25 and the men who flew them.

Pre/post engine start, I watched the pilots meticulously and carefully go-through their checklists – this was a very professional crew (Ray and Bill). The powerful radial engines clanked, sputtered and popped as they were brought to life. The sound from these vintage aircraft is like no other and is enough alone to bring back visions of times long past. Soon after taxiing and completing our power check at the runway entrance, BarbieIII was ready to take to the sky. Racing down the runway, her engines now roaring in melodious harmony with each other, we leapt into the air after a short takeoff run.

The flight itself was very scenic, over fountain hills, the canyon lakes and superstitions. But, my real joy was just looking out to watch BarbieIIIs massive propellers pulling us through the air, watching our unmistakable shadow chase us on the ground and experiencing all the things I had dreamed about in a B25; feeling the same vibrations, hearing the same engine roar and looking at the ground below from the same vantage point as my father had once experienced. This was such a meaningful experience for so many reasons. For a moment I could have been with the 341BG, 491st BS in Yankai China, 1944.

We are so fortunate that groups like Warbirds Unlimited and the owners and crew of the BarbieIII exist. Their efforts to preserve these incredible machines and to share them with the public are very special. Along with preserving the memories of these vintage aircraft it makes sure we will never forget the contributions of our fathers and grandfathers in service to our country. God bless all our veterans and a special thanks to the owners and crew of the BarbieIII for making a young boys dream come true.

Leon Stewart
Scottsdale, Arizona

My name is Michelle Lohman. My step father is Ted Keeler and he is 70+ (he's not telling and neither am I) years old. All the Kids and Grandkids were wondering, "What the heck do you get a guy that has everything and if he doesn't, he goes and buys it?" Well.....our answer to that question was, "A Ride on the first and last B-25 H to ever fly".

From initiation of planning all the way until walking away from Falcon Field, Jack, you were friendly and accommodating and we all thought you were the "bomb"----pardon the pun.

My son Coltin who is 9, Ted, and myself (39), all ended up taking a ride on October 8th, 2006. The ride was much smoother than I anticipated. I spent the majority of the ride in the far rear of the plane and I couldn't imagine an 18 year old service man fighting for his life and the freedom of our country back there. It seemed like such a vulnerable position. The crew was fantastic. The take off and landing were smoother than a commercial flight!! The views of the desert, the canyons and all the lakes were beautiful. I enjoyed it so much it felt as if I had just taken off and it was time to land. Coltin was nervous at first. Of course there was "fear of the unknown" as well as fear of the known (i.e.: motion sickness). But once in the air he was walking from window to window taking in the views, the speed, and the overall experience. He cannot wait to tell all of his friends at school and is even thinking of using this experience to participate in the Annual Oratorical Contest at his school. We took allot of pictures and video and would encourage anyone taking this ride to do the same.

I could go on and on......but you get the picture......it was FANTASTIC!! I would highly recommend it to anyone. Old or Young. Nostalgic or just plain curious. Thanks again to Jack F. and the rest of the crew!!

Warmly,

Michelle Lohman and Family
(Dora Keeler, Ted Keeler, Brian, Coltin & Preston Lohman, Kris Preston, Lisa & Sydney Preston)

During the days of WWII from 1941-45, I was 10-13 years old. When my playmates and I played "Army Air Corp", our imaginary bomber was the B-25, the same as Lt. Col. Jimmy Doolittle flew off the USS Hornet in April 1942, to bomb Tokyo, normally a land based bomber. Doolittle and his pilots trained for short take offs at Eglin Army Airfield in my native Florida, near where I now own a large tract of timber land.

On 2-17-07, for my 75th birthday celebration, I turned my imaginary flight into the real thing, when I flew in the flight engineer's seat behind Pilot Jack Fedor and Co-pilot Ray Hillson. It was the greatest airplane flight I've ever had. A heartfelt "thank you" to all those people who were involved in this flight.

Donald L. Smith
Phoenix, AZ

Dear Jack,

Our flight on Saturday aboard the Barbie III brought many aspects and values in my life together. I have loved history since my high school days and have literally traveled the country and the world in search authentic historical sights and experiences - battlefields, museums, cathedrals, train routes, state houses...the list goes on. And, as my children grew up and studied in their own right, I always wanted to pass on the knowledge and experience that I believe is so valuable. Saturday's flight was a quintessential experience.

The Doolittle Raiders have been personal heroes of mine since I became aware of their courageous acts. During my college years I made a list of long term and short term personal goals. Meeting the Raiders was on that long term list. They acted for no personal gain to themselves and risked their lives for something that would positively affect the whole nation; indeed, the world. Our modern use of the word "hero" sometimes diminishes the values that these young fighters epitomized. Both of my daughters will vouch for my constant allusions to history and lessons learned for future generations.

On Saturday it turned out to be another "I get it now" moment for Alexa. And it certainly confirmed my admiration. For a few minutes we were young Americans heaving on the deck of the Hornet doing what had to be done. From the time the radial engines fired until we took off, it was April of 1942 and an important event was taking place. To many this might sound melodramatic but to a pilot as yourself I'm sure that you understand my sentiments. Alexa compared it to visiting the American Cemetery at Coleville sur Mer, overlooking the west end of Omaha Beach.

So your foundation is indeed accomplishing its mission of bringing an aspect of history to life for ongoing generations to carry forward. It was real, it was exciting, it was authentic and it made a memory and reiterated values for the rest of my and my daughter's lives.

Thanks to you and the entire staff of dedicated volunteers for making this possible. I am sure glad that you pulled in that day we were having lunch at Anzio Landing. And I hope our paths cross often in the future.

Best to all,

Bill Kinney

Dear Jack,

Last Saturday morning, December 30th, my wife and I set out for Falcon Field for our annual visit to see what was new at the Commerative Air Force Museum. Taking a new route to the airport we happened to pass Barbie III as we approached the field and decided to stop and see what was going on. We arrived just as a flight was going out and were greeted warmly by Bill and Ken who explained the program and discussed the opportunity for a flight with us. Naturally, my curiosity and interest in all things that go whir and move won out and I signed up for a flight.

The flight was a wonderful experience of a lifetime and worth every penny of the cost to support your efforts to keep these historical planes operating. I enjoyed the commentary and knowledge of Ray as we took our flight. I would certainly recommend this experience to anyone! It is seldom possible to get so close to history that you can touch and experience the feelings many veterans had. Good luck to you and the many volunteers of the Warbirds Unlimited Foundation! Keep up the good work

Sincerely,

Jay Tiede
Woodridge, IL

2006 Testimonials

Sir,

On Sunday 12th March 2006 my wife & I were privileged to be flown in Barbie 111 by Jim O'Donnell & Jack Fedor, from Falcon Field Mesa. I have just finished reading Lou Fulgaro's book, which we bought with other souvenirs after our flight.

I neglected at the time to make a note of the other two crew members who accompanied us, as well as your colleague in charge of the merchandising stall. These three, along with Jim & Jack, are pictured in the last photo on the Testimonials page of your website. After reading 'Barbie 111 and Company', I feel as though I know the characters involved in the restoration and rebuild and wonder if anyone from our flight, other than Jim, is mentioned by name in the book. Many thanks in advance.

I have to say that it was the most worthwhile $700 we have ever spent on vacation - an unmissable experience. Many thanks to all involved and good luck to you all for the future.

Regards

Roger Dawe - Captain British Airways (retd.)
ex B707, L1011, B737, B747-400 16500 hours (not quite as many as Jim O'Donnell)

To Jack, Sam and the entire crew of Barbie III:

Thank you for a memorable trip on Barbie III last Saturday, November 4. Over the last several months I have seen the plane flying over Rio Verde while I was frittering away valuable life time playing golf. It was fantastic cruising over the course (several times) and watching others squandering their lives below.

More to the point, just being in the plane stimulated a feeling of historical relevance. I had a father and two uncles who served in WWII and although none of them were in the Air Corp I found it thought provoking to spend even a short period of time with and in an instrument that played a significant part in bringing that conflict to an end and returning them home safely.

We will tell others about Barbie III and the friendliness of your entire group. In the meantime my wife and the wives of my flight compadres are anxious to take a spin so I assume you will be hearing from me and them in the future.

Kurt Kroschel
Rio Verde, AZ

Dear Jack,

I would like to share my thoughts with you on the experience aboard your B25. On October 29, 2006, my wife surprised me with a birthday present of a ride on your B25. I had no idea what she had in store for me the morning she said that I was supposed to just get in the car. When we got near Falcon Field, my heart started to beat just a little faster, hoping that she bought a ticket for me! I had wanted to do this for such a long time! It was especially meaningful to me, because my Dad was a crew chief on B25s in the Gilbert Islands, WWII.

The entire experience will be unforgettable! The moment we arrived at the airfield, we were met with smiles. My friends joined in the surprise and when they arrived with their children, they were full of questions. Each question was carefully answered, and they even got to go in the cockpit to see the aircraft.

I was impressed with the thoroughness of the preflight, and the aircraft appeared to be in excellent condition. The actual flight allowed my mind to drift to times gone by...when Glen Miller was in the top 10 music charts and Jimmy Doolittle was a household name. It was inspiring to be able to fly on a craft that helped keep our nation free. I also appreciated all of the history lessons you and your crew provided. It is clear that you love this aircraft and its flight. The sight and sound is simply magic in the air.

Thank you once again for a memorable day. My Dad enjoyed hearing all about the time I spent with you and your B25. I will revisit my memories often.

Wishing you safe flights,
Don Krill

On Saturday I had a gift flight on one of the great war aircraft of yesteryear. I must tell anyone who reads this commentary to step back in time and enjoy being part or at least appreciate what the airmen of world war two must have experienced during the heat of battle. For me it brought back as a young airmen memories stationed with the 99th bomb wing Westover A.F.B. Mass. From time to time one of these ladies would fly in for maintenance. Working avionics and instrumentation, I was called out to resolve the instrument malfunction.

Experiencing the startup of this Barbie B-25 and then taxing out to the end of the runway feeling the power of the leashed engines wanting to break loose, the release of the brakes and feeling that wonderful power pinning one back in their seat, and the vibration in your chest. If you have an opportunity please enjoy this high.

The pilot and his staff of ground crew are wonderful helpful people. They answered any questions I had. Blue skies. great weather and the flight path view isn't bad either. Jack the best to you and your crew. Keep it going.

Larry Apodaca Sr.
Chandler, Arizona

W O W. John thank you for making my birthday present to my husband a double wow. He has always liked old cars, planes, and anything from the twenties to sixties. Many times when watching the history or discovery channels he would comment, I would like to do that. I found Barbie 111 . The whole team of people who care for and maintain the plane were wonderful, egar to answer and explain all questions about the plane. I enjoyed hearing all about the plane and its history. My husband was so excited when I told him where we were going that Saturday morning. The ride was his greatest thrill and he is still smiling, again thanks to all . We would hear you fly over our house.

Now we look for Barbie when we hear a plane. Keep Barbie flying.

Ralph & Sharon Sealund
Fountain Hills Az.

On April 15th 2006 I took a ride on the B-25 Barbie III. Years ago I had a flight on a B-17, so I was excited about the sights-sounds-smells of an old warbird, but the B-25 was actually more fun for me.

The crew was top notch, making sure all was up speed. Watching them was almost like being on the crew. I was in the waist area of the plane, looking out of a waist gunners window. There is a clear panel in the floor, so you can look straight down as well. The engines were actually smoother running at idle than I anticipated. The ship accelerated to take off speed much faster then I was ready for. I was told I could go into the tail gunners section immediately after rotation, and had a unique view of the airport disappearing behind. I turned around in the tail gunners seat, and imagined I was flying the ship. As the pilot made inputs to the controls, I could feel how solid the ship is. In my mind you could see why this plane is so honest.

We all took turns moving carefully around the back of the plane. Seeing our shadow on the desert floor was cool. Barbie III moves pretty fast, much faster then the B-17.

I really enjoyed the flight, and now feel like a part of history as well. The experience exceeded my expectations.

Paul B – Scottsdale AZ

Hello, my name is Mik Devor and I would like to share with you my awesome adventure aboard Barbie III. It all started with my trip to the C.A.F. Museum in Mesa, AZ. I was admiring a special aircraft that I have loved for many years, the Douglas A-26C. This was one of the aircraft my father flew in in Korea. My father said if I ever got the chance to fly in one of these aircraft, don't think twice about it just do it and I promise you will never forget it.

I met Jack Fedor while I was in the museum looking at the A-26C. He was passing through and saw me admiring her. He said, "She's a very fast airplane." I replied, "Someday I hope I get the chance to find that out!" I then told him of my father. We talked briefly and then as Jack started to walk away he turned back and asked if I would like to see another beautiful aircraft. He invited me to a hangar around the corner after I finished at the museum. As I was heading over to the hangar I started to smile. Off in the distance I could see the distinguished twin rudders of yes, another beautiful aircraft. As I pulled up my smile was from ear to ear. Jack greeted me and then introduced me to Barbie III, one of the most beautiful B-25's I have ever seen. Jack then said, "go ahead and look her over. Well, I took full advantage of this wonderful opportunity. I was up, down, in, out and under looking at every square inch of her. Wow, what an experience! Jack then told me that they would be giving rides soon and invited me to call and set up a time to go for a flight. I think I must have called Jack a million times to ask him questions about the plane and its history and when we would be going for a flight. I think Jack was probably regretting giving me his phone number. A short time later, on a beautiful Sunday morning, I went on a flight in Barbie III that would change my life forever. It also changed my outlook on what it must have been like when these aircraft and there crew's didn't get to go on a quiet Sunday flight, but flew for hours and hours in very harsh and dangerous conditions to help protect our country and our freedom. On our flight I got to sit in the cockpit and watch all the preflight procedures. Once completed we fired engine #1. It was a sound I will never forget. Then engine #2. They growled like lions. The roar was amazing. We then taxied to the run-up area and tested the engines and props. What an exhilarating feeling sitting between so much horsepower! We received clearance from the tower for departure. We then rolled onto the runway and put full power to the engines and down the runway we went. Ray eased back on the yoke and we lifted off with power to spare. Jack and Ray together operated all of the controls: the flaps up, gear up, trim, set props, throttles, boy they are quite a team, they made it look easy. We climbed out to around 3500 ft. and opened the cockpit windows for some cool air. We then did what Jack called advertising. We flew around the lakes and mountains to show her off. It seemed that people all stopped and admired this beautiful aircraft from the past. Well, after a wonderful and exciting flight we headed back to the airport. Jack and Ray again together as a team set Barbie III up for landing. They requested clearance to land then put gear down, flaps down, trim set, props, throttles and cowl flaps. Now we're ready to land. Ray then puts her into a gentle right bank to come around for final approach. He lined her up with the runway and pulled the power back and we settled down on the runway as smooth as glass. Wow, what a ride!!!

My thanks to Jack and the crew of Barbie III for an experience that I will never forget. What a Dream Come True!

Sincerely,
Mik Devor

Hi, Jack.
Finally! I’ve been intending to write you a short note letting you know that I meant every word I wrote in my testimonial in early April. We Brennan’s had an absolutely awesome time in the plane with you folks, but truly the meaning behind the plane and all that it stands for hit me like a ball bat. The ride itself made me a little queasy and the noise was incredible, but it really changed how I look at soldiers, pilots, etc. forever. And to have all you great guys there to answer questions, and have such continued interest in preserving our country’s history and the veterans who helped our country remain free, was just great. I still get misty thinking about that day.
My brother, Tom, will be visiting Michigan (along with the San Diego and Seattle people who flew in the plane with us) in a few weeks for a wedding. Tom will be bringing the completed video with him. I can’t wait to see – and hear – it. He said he will be sending you a copy as well.
Who knows? I may be seeing you next spring for my (almost) annual spring trip to Mesa.

Respectfully,
Jane Brennan

Jack,

Thanks for a wonderful trip. I know that you don't have control over the weather, but it was a great day for flying. I appreciate the hospitality showed me and my family by you and your partners! Being a Fountain Hills resident, I always look forward to the time of year when the old planes come back to town and begin to fly around. I especially like the Barbie III because it flew over my house daily. I kept telling my wife that I was going to ride in your plane one day. She surprised me with a great 35th birthday present. You all make it a reality to fly in a well-restored piece of history like a B-25. I've enjoyed planes all my life and now it's no longer a dream to take ride in one. I was really able to visualize what it might have been like for my grandfather who flew on a B-29 during WWII. The sounds, the power, the fun of practically being in the cockpit were things I won't soon forget. Thanks again!

Brad Dycus
Fountain Hills, AZ

Flight through time - April 2nd, 2006

Mid-day, Sunday, April 2nd, 2006, Falcon Field, Mesa, Arizona. The sky is blue and clear and the air warm. I stand with six other adventurers, protected from the hot Arizona sun by the expansive right wing of the Barbie III, B25H bomber, receiving mandatory safety instructions prior to our scheduled departure time. As take-off time draws near another passenger and I are directed to enter the plane via its massive underbelly, while the remaining passengers head in the direction of the twin tailfins. I maneuver up a narrow ladder, taking care where I step as the cabin area is compact and efficient, not designed for luxury passenger travel. The other passenger and I will take turns sharing the Engineer’s seat which is positioned directly behind and mid-way behind the pilot and co-pilot seats. I am designated to take this seat during take-off. The other guest sits directly behind me but much lower into the heart of the plane just in front of the upper turret gunner’s compartment. My feet are equal to the top of her head. She sits facing the left side of the aircraft. There are no windows to the world from this vantage point. I position myself into my narrow seat and affix my seatbelt. I feel its weight across my hips. I feel secure in the seat. I am handed earphones to protect my ears which I place on my head. The pilot, Jack Fedor, and his co-pilot begin going through the Barbii III’s check-list.

The blocks are removed from the aircraft’s wheels as I peer out the left side of the domed roof encasing the cockpit. I look directly to my left and then 180 degrees to my right and find myself sitting directly in-between two powerful Wright Twin Cyclone Engines with three bladed propellers now whirling frantically. I feel a tremendous vibration below my feet, and despite the protection covering my ears, I feel the increasing intensity of the sounds created by the propellers and engine. I look out through the window to my left, and my husband stands perfectly framed in the window pane. My heart is pounding inside my chest and my hands are damp as I exchange waves with my family. The aircraft begins to move in a steady turn to the right and we proceed to the off ramp area. We again come to a full stop as the pilot and co-pilot work in tandem to raise the oil pressure and warm up the engines. The noise is quite fantastic. In short order we resume our journey making our way to the runway a short distance away. We reach it quickly. This is it! We swiftly gain air speed – the noise and the vibrations I feel are almost painful to my ears. We lift off the ground as surely as if we had not left it. The massive engines and propellers do their job. We rise quickly into the sky turning to the right, bearing North. Below us civilization and the flat red earth falls away. Straight ahead, the distinctive Arizona mountain landscape awaits our arrival. I keep adjusting my earphones in an attempt to ease the riveting, pounding noise in my left ear. The noise eventually eases. As we leave behind the buildings, cars and people below, Pilot in command Jack Fedor, pushes the dome window panel back and I free my left arm out the window into the warm Mesa air. I am jubilant and the smile on my face now hurts. I am truly in awe. I feel safe. The engines have now fallen into their rhythmic song.

The directional compass indicates that we are now on a North-East path, and we fly over the Salt River Reservoirs consisting of Roosevelt, Apache, Canyon and Saguaro Lakes. I am mesmerized by the boaters below me as the boats leave their white wakes behind them marking pathways traveled. The B25, leaves no such marks in the sky. At this juncture, I release myself from the seatbelt’s grasp giving my seat to the other passenger. Stepping around my seat with head bowed as not to hit my head, I hug the aircraft’s concaved walls and head in the direction of the plane’s tail. I position my body over the bomb-bay area below me now and straddle my feet on two narrow support beams and pull myself up and into the upper turret gunner’s compartment. On tippy-toes I stretch myself up to peer out the glass dome which now encases my head. My first thought is how slight a young man would have had to have been to fit into the narrow constraints of the turret. As I marveled at the cinematic view around me and now comforted by the expansive oceanic sky that lay in front of me, I found myself juggling many questions. What must it have been like in those dark days of WWII when the sky was not so gentle and tension and dread rained from the sky? What would a young man, just beginning to blossom in life, be thinking about? I imagined they must have been tense with anticipation, fear, and anxiety; and at times even boredom, as their eyes rapidly roved the vast space outside the dome. Perhaps they would steal away moments to think of family, friends or loves in far away places. Unimaginable. As I drifted back into the here and now, the Barbie III weaved its way through the lovely calm sky, and I made my way back to the cockpit. Now perched on the seat with the other passenger I cast my eyes eastward and to the scenery below. There in its grandeur stood the impressive Theodore Roosevelt Dam situated about 76 miles to the N.E. of Phoenix. The dam was built between 1903-1911 and dedicated by, and named for, the 26th President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt.

As we make our way back to the Barbie’s nest, the altimeter needle continued its steady path downward. I had to find my way back to the confines of my seatbelt and my new windowless seat. I did so with much reluctance. Although I had not the power of my eyes, this handicap forced the fine tuning of my other senses. I could now hear the slowing of the engines speed and became aware of the change in the engines melody. I felt Barbie’s nose rise ever so gently followed by a bouncing-like motion as the wheels found their place upon the pavement. Touch-down was graceful and unfettered – beautiful!

The B25 Mitchell Bomber that carried me into the sky today gained its lasting fame shortly after the United States entered into WWII with the “one way “Doolittle Raid”. The attack took place on April 18, 1942 with sixteen B-25 bombers attacking Tokyo, Kobe, Osaka and Nagoya in retaliation for the bombing of Pearl Harbor. The mission provided America’s war effort with a much needed lift. This beautiful aircraft took its nickname after William Landrum (Billy) Mitchell who is considered one of the most famous and controversial figures in United States airpower history. Brigadier General Mitchell was recognized for his tremendous foresight in American military aviation. To the “Weary Warriors” who too have shared in the gift of foresight with the renaissance of the Barbie III, I raise my right hand to my brow and thank you for the exquisite and profoundly exhilarating experience and for so vividly reminding me that the world we now live in is a precious gift not given to us without much sacrifice.

Best of success to those who “unclipped” the Barbie III’s wings!

Farley H. Wilson

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

Dear Jack,

My brother Tom decided to reserve a time for family members to fly in a World War II, B-25H bomber. He recruited several of us visitors from around the country who were interested in experiencing history with him. He had seen your fully restored B-25 when his plane-loving grandsons saw Santa fly in at a toys-for-tots collection site at Falcon Field in Mesa, Arizona.

As the date drew closer, the excitement grew for me. I had told all the guys I work with what I would be doing on my trip from Michigan to Arizona, and they were very excited for me. Most of them knew more about the plane and history in general than I did. I’ve never been much of a history buff, preferring houses and horses to war stories. They asked me to take lots of pictures and get video if I could, as they would love to see any and all parts of my adventure.

I flew into Phoenix on Thursday, March 16th. Tom drove me past the Barbie III parked proudly on display at Falcon field on the way to his house. I really started getting excited then. What fun we were going to have! I hadn’t given much thought as to what the plane looked like, etc. Tom has always been a huge history buff. Brother Dan from San Diego, my nephew and niece from Seattle, as well as his friend from San Diego arrived that day as well. Tom didn’t have a hard time finding six “takers” to his wonderful offer.

When we woke up on Friday morning, there was excitement in the air at Tom’s house, and not just because it was St. Patrick’s Day. We all made sure we had our cameras, were dressed weather-appropriate, and we headed to Falcon Field with a small audience of family members.

We arrived to see several gentlemen walking around and standing near the Barbie III. They were not only the pilots and crew of our flight, but veterans of former wars. Their continued interest in the plane intrigued me. I spoke with a few of them before the flight. Their interest went much deeper than just taking people for rides. The Barbie III was an extension of their very being.

The actual ride, with the engine noise and smells, gave me a whole new appreciation of what those young men went through to allow me and my family to live as we do today. What those men must have endured to protect our country and the Americans in it moved me much more than I can say. And with the high risk of being shot down each and every mission they flew in, their bravery was immense.

The ride itself was great! It was as if we time-warped back to the 1940’s. We had a crewman in the back half of the plane where four of us rode. He answered our questions, helped us with our seat belts, and obviously enjoyed the ride himself. Once airborne, we were able to move about the rear of the plane, the same as the crew would have over 60 years ago. We even crawled back into the rear gun turret for a “Birds Eye” view of Arizona. It was absolutely amazing.

The flight itself was an experience to remember always, but what that plane stands for and what its’ presence emotes is beyond explanation. It is an experience I will never, ever forget, nor ever tire of retelling. Thank you all!

Respectfully,
Jane Brennan

To the crew of Barbie III,

John and I have been friends for over thirty years. In those thirty years we have been on countless journeys and made many great stories. But yesterday March 18, 2006 was by far the best adventure yet. Yesterday we had the privilege of riding on a B-25H with the crew of the Barbie III. We purchased souvenirs and took over 150 pictures, but those things cannot begin to compare to the actual experience of the flight. The crew was phenomenal. Their knowledge of the aircraft and the history behind it was second only to their love for Barbie III. This showed in the entire crew and everything they did. From the questions they answered before the flight to the care of Barbie III after the flight. The actual flight itself was beyond compare to anything we have encountered. From the smell of the oil and lubricants before the flight and the roar of the twin engines as they warmed up for pre-flight on the tarmac to the coolness of the fuselage during flight, everything was incredible. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for John and I and we recommend that anyone thinking about taking a flight like this stop thinking about it and go experience it firsthand. No words can accurately describe our experience on the Barbie III and with its crew. The only thing we can say is THANK YOU to the crew for making this the best adventure of our lives.

Kevin Crance & John Winsor

To all,

I'd like to express my thanks for all of your personal contributions towards making yesterday's B-25 Mitchell visit a success. It appeared that the event generated much interest by Boeing employees.

And thanks go out to the B-25 crew for your fact-filled presentation!

Sincerely,
Steve Citrone
BEARS President