Dad was a fighter pilot from WW2 to Vietnam and I was an AF brat… Grew up in the fighter pilot community, some of Dad’s friends & squadron mates were some of the guys you only read about now… Half m’ uncle’s were also in WW2 and/or Korea, and when I was a kid, it seemed that everybody’s dad was at least a WW2 vet… Plus, I grew up watching TV shows like Combat!, The Rat Patrol, 12 O’Clock High, and the all rest, and always watched John Wayne storming the beach in The Sands of Iwo Jima or blasting Japs outta the sky in The Flying Tigers, Van Johnson at the controls of thh “Ruptured Duck” in Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo, or Spitfires & Messerschmitts locked in mortal combat over England in The Battle of Britain (“TAKA-TAKA-TAKA-TAKA!”), well, you get the idea…
I also spent many, many summer days “playing Army” with my friends, or we were watching F-4s and F-101s in the pattern, or seeing B-52s taking off with the gobs of smoke trailing from their eight engines… That was also when I was watching Neil Armstrong step onto the surface of Tranquility Base in 1969, and the same year also watching the TV news with mom every night while she hoped to catch a glimpse of Dad while he was in Vietnam…
I went through my “Motorhead” phase in the early 70s, because their were dozens of muscle cars scoopin’ th loop and although too young to drive, I had my own visions of what hotrod or muscle car I was gonna have soon as I got my license, lol… (Actually, my first “Muscle car” was my mom’s 7-year old metalic brown Ford LTD 4-door… I did paint racing stripes on its hood though, lol)
I joined the Army at 17, and that’s when the armor bug bit me hard, especially with building kits of “Friendly & Threat” vehicles for “Armored Vehicle Recognition” classes, although I still built plenty of Shermans and Tigers… I had gobs of research material as close as the motor park too…
I started going to airshows a lot then too, that’s when I first heard of the Confedertate Air Force and got back into WW2 aircraft on a much larger scale, and later joined the group and met even more of the guys that flew & maintained these magnifcent warbirds, getting up close & personal with them, even getting flight time in some of them… By that time, in the 90s, Dad was getting up there in years and I had to start wringing info out of him about his WW2 years… I got more & more involved in that conflict from the historical perpective and it turned into research hobby as well… I wan’t all that interested in “modern stuff” anymore, it was all around me on a daily basis so it was kinda boring… (NOW, just about everything I worked with/on/around is in a freakin’ museum or parked on a slab outside the VFW or American Legion Hall…)
I think part of the reason I build what I do is also a chance recapture some of my youth… Like music, certain kits are a sort of time-machine… I’m putting the finishing touches on Revell’s 1/32 Spitfire or Monogram’s 1/48th P-51B and “whoosh”… It’s 1968… Except THIS time, I’m not going to use firecrackers on 'em afterwards…