BADASS INVADER FROM MANITOBA
Though they are in fact machines, each and every aircraft type, by virtue of its design, its purpose and its history, carries with it a unique signature which gives it its own personality. This personality, when coupled with the old adage that states that an airplane flies as good as it looks, can make an airplane a pilot favourite, a crowd favourite, or even a legend.
The Supermarine Spitfire wears a thoroughbred, aristocratic countenance that made it the poster-child for the Battle of Britain and by all pilot reports it flew as beautifully as it was designed. Despite all its history and success and its angry moniker, the Spitfire never exuded menace. It was an airplane to love, admire, rally round - but never to have nightmares about.
The P-51 Mustang looked and flew like an Indy racer - and its under-slung radiator scoop gave it a gunslinger appeal - like a holstered six shooter strapped to the leg of a sheriff. Speaking of gunfighters, the F-8 Crusader (nicknamed 'Gunfighter" by its pilots), with its gaping maw, its far forward cockpit and flying planes far to the back, just looked the part of a pilots' aircraft ... and was.
Then there is the whole genre of aircraft that simply look mean - for various reasons. The Messerschmitt Bf-109, with its warts, bulges, boxy canopy and big ass cannon-cored spinner looked about as mean and utilitarian as could be. The F-4 Phantom is a personal favourite, with its locomotive size, cranked wing and down-angled tail surfaces. Someone once said that the Phantom looked like the designers had it halfway out of the hangar when someone slammed to door on it. It exudes meanness and snarl. The more utilitarian a fighter appeared, the more menacing it seemed - the utility being death.
For my tastes, a whole slew of American twin-engined medium bombers from the Second World War fit right in that mean, badass category - the B-25 Mitchell, B-26 Marauder, the A-20 Havoc and the A-26 Invader named the B-28 postwar. Their names alone save the Mitchell (which was named to honour Billy Mitchell) convey their abilities down low - Marauder, Invader, Havoc. An image of nasty, vile-smelling, fast-riding Mongol or Vandal hoards overrunning a small village on the Steppes comes to mind.
Only one of the three lived on as a bomber into the 1990s - the A-26 Invader - as a highly capable, highly maneuverable, low-level, forest fire bomber capable of operating in and out of tight situations with a reasonable payload of fire retardant. It must have been superb at this job, for two of the great Canuck fire-fighting outfits - Air Spray and Conair - flew them for decades and kept their mystique alive.
Recently I had a chance to chat over the telephone with 86 year-old Don Hamilton, the founder of Air Spray (let it be know, I found him at the office at 86) about the capabilities of the A-26 Invader as a fire bomber and why they chose to own 17 of them over the years (there are several Central American air forces that would envy those numbers). Firstly, Don explained, they were cheap to acquire for they had limited use as anything else. There was a company that overhauled A-26s to turn them into executive transports, but turbines and jets soon made that idea a short-lived one.
During the Second World War, the B-26 was in fact another aircraft - the Martin Marauder. Invader aircraft built and deployed during the war were known as A-26 (the A standing for Attack). After the war, the Marauder was taken out of service and the Invaders, which continued on for a decade claimed the B designation. Air Spray pilots and maintainers have always called them B-26s
Once fitted with a water/retardant reservoir in the bomb bay, they could carry 1,000 gallons of liquid which could be released instantly with hydraulic doors. They were darn fast too, with cruise of 230 knots and a top end at 300. Their big Twin Wasps were relatively reliable, and the pilots loved to fly the Invader as they were definitely high performance.
Recently a couple of photos were sent to me showing an Invader in an RCAF-esque camouflage paint scheme flying with a Harvard done up like a Spitfire. Frankly, though their markings do not reflect historical fact (Canada never operated A-26s for instance), they look darn sharp. Armed with these few photos that came from the owner of the two aircraft, Manitoba entrepreneur Ross Robinson, I scoured the web to find other images of the Invader from past lives, talked to a few folks, sweet-talked some international photographers to let us use their images and was able to mash together this photo history of the Invader from Manitoba.
When Don Hamilton went out to the Boston area in 1974 to pick up the A-26, he brought two Air Spray mechanics and a trailer with a spare engine as the Invader he was about to buy was an engine short. The seller was Raytheon Manufacturing of Bedford, Massachusetts and for years, they owned a pair of the bombers for testing missile and radar systems. How these aircraft were employed by Raytheon was of little interest to Don, and seeing that he had to pass heavy security on a civilian airfield, it was best not to ask anyway.
Raytheon had acquired the Invader from the United States Navy who, after the Second World war, took 150 surplus A-26s (designating them JD-1s) for use by land-based utility squadrons as target tugs and later, drone directors (designated JD-1D) and general utility aircraft. In 1962, the JD-1 and JD-1D were re-designated UB-26J and DB-26J respectively.
It took about two weeks in Boston to get the engine on and tested, and then Don and his copilot few the Invader to Chino California, via West Virginia, and Elko, Nevada where they took pains to enjoy the local lifestyle.
In Chino, it was fitted with fire-bombing equipment and flown north to Red Deer, Alberta where it was registered as C-GWLT. For the first months of its life, painted in a two-tone blue paint scheme, C-GWLT operated from Air Spray's bases in the Yukon Territory as Invader 7. Air Spray's main base in the Yukon was at Whitehorse, but they also operated from Dawson City, Watson Lake and Ross River.
Pilots who flew her requested that she get a new tail number that reflected her days in the Yukon and chose "98" in reference to the famous "Trail of 98" which fed gold-rushers from Skagway, Alaska up over the Chilkoot Pass and into the Klondike. in addition, Robert W. Service wrote a novel called The Trail of 98, which immortalized the event. Old 98 was the logical number to commemorate her Yukon Service! It's reassuring that this reference to the Klondikers of the 19th century (and now her fire bombing history) is still maintained by Ross Robinson, her new owner.
Today, Ross Robinson, an enthusiastic warbird aficionado and proud supporter of the Western Canada Aviation Museum in Winnipeg, continues to put his home St. Andrews airfield on the warbird map. We applaud his efforts and would welcome that badass old airplane of his to invade, pillage and conquer the warbird world.