They still amaze me ... you'd launch, join up, and DR toward the last known or projected posit of Kido Butai .... then coordinate the runs/roll-ins after making it through any fighter cover and drop your ordnance w/ AAA blossoming all around and tracers going by your head ... and then scoot back over the wavetops for home plate (frequently alone) w/ nothing better than a forecast ship's PIM and good intentions ... and then ... what if it gets DARK???
Unassuming guys ... professionals ... dedicated .... selfless ...
Those guys were my heroes ...
My granddaddy flew F6F's during the war, and rarely spoke of his service. He only really talked about with it me a small amount, and then only after I had entered the service myself. Having always read that landing on a carrier could be as fear inducing as actual combat, I asked him once. " Did you always have it in the back of your mind that you had to come back and land on the carrier? " His reply, with no humor at all was " I was always just hoping that it would still be afloat when I got there, the landing part wasn't what concerned me."
He was awarded the Navy Cross, and after the war opened up a flying school with his brother who was killed in a Stearman in 46, and to the best of my knowledge he never flew again.
One last story about him; in the late 70's he was attemping to become a dealer of a Japanese product, and the last phase was to meet some of the guys from the home office. Obviously flying was out, so the compromise was that they would meet in LA. ( 2000 miles from where he lived ) During the meeting, drinks were consumed, and at some point he was asked if he had ever been to Japan. His answer, " No never set foot there......after I used all my ammo, I just flew back to the carrier. " My aunt was at the meeting almost died, with visions of no Yamaha dealership. Apparently they had a sense of humor, or didn't quite understand as they awarded him the dealership.
A great man, I miss him.