Going with my father to watch two vintage warbirds fly into Blacksburg was a double treat for me. I think I got some great shots of the B-25 and the P-51 (the Liberator and the Mustang); but the thrill was hearing my Dad talk of his time in the Air Force during WWII. He wasn't a pilot, he was the ground mechanic who kept the planes flying. He talked with other veterans about the engines and the engineering that put these planes in the air. You cannot dismiss the knowledge and the expertise of the mechanics that serviced these war machines. Compared to modern aviation, they are dinosaurs, but in their day they carried the "greatest generation" to victory in Europe and the Pacific. The day spent with my Dad was the highlight. I hope you will view the Gallery.