|A note from the new millennium: What you’re about read describes
a warbird training situation that in today’s liability and cost-conscious
environment sounds surrealistic and highly improbable. It is, however,
true, and during the 1970’s Junior Burchinal’s school in
Paris, Texas let you walk in, lay down some cash and fly everything from
B-25’s to Mustangs to Bearcats and lots of stuff in between. We’re
talking about actually soloing the airplanes, not just going along for
None of his airplanes were prize winners. In fact, some were pretty
ratty and, when we put his Corsair on the cover of Air Progress in
1971, one of the high-buck members of the warbird community was very
upset and challenged me personally and loudly at an airshow.
“How could you put Burchinal’s piece of sh*t Corsair
on the cover and not ours?” He made sure everyone in the crowd heard
said, “Will you let me fly your Corsair?”
“Hell, no,” came
the expected answer.
I grinned and said, “Junior will.” And walked away. Some
of the listeners actually applauded.
It was a wildly naïve, unbelievable time that we’ll never
see again. So, read on and welcome back to the dawn of the current
The big diesel rig rolled off the highway, rooster tails of dust rising
in its wake. It was a normal Texas-style Phillips 66 truck stop, baking
in the sun. The sounds of Merle Haggard snoring through "Okie from
mingled with the smell of dust and diesels in Nowhere, USA.
But not quite.
The short incoming whistle of a fair of turbochargers began
winding-up, then the Texas afternoon was flattened by a wall of muted
sound that came in lower than the Phillips 66 sign, cleared the wires
and arced up and up—the unmistakable twin-boomed outline of a P-38
Lightning blocking the sun. World War II had come to Texas.
phantom from the past suddenly quit roaring; gear and flaps flashed in
the sun as it prepared to land. As it curved to the ground, it appeared
to he crashing until I spotted a narrow ribbon of asphalt snaking its
way past the truck stop, over the hill in the general direction of the
38's inevitable crash
|Junior flew everything, including his B-25 out of his 30 foot
wide, 2700 foot long strip. The guy had huge cajones and really
The strip was too narrow, too short, but the Lightning reappeared from
behind the hill, its Curtiss electric props ticking over as it taxied
to an unhurried stop, blasting one engine to squeeze between a Wildcat
and a Corsair. The noise stopped completely, leaving only the powerless
unwinding of the props and the mechanical sounds of the canopy coming
The entire scene was unreal. It was as if I'd just stepped
into the "Twilight Zone" and any minute Rod Serling would step
out and give a short introduction. It's unbelievable that on any day
of the week there may be a P-38 or a P-51, or a Corsair, or a hulking
B-25 roaring out of this little duster strip, hurrying on its way, training
students in the fine art of flying warbirds. While there are probably
many aircraft collections bigger, and definitely prettier, the Flying
Tigers Air Museum is undoubtedly the only place in the world where such
a varied bunch of birds roost and work for a living. And they aren't
the pampered hangar queens of some well-heeled collector; they are working
airplanes engaged in teaching the likes of you and me to fly.
character who runs this improbable operation goes by the equally unlikely
name of Isaac Newton Burchinal, better known as Junior or Burch—Baptist
preacher, crop-duster, fighter jockey, and eternal devotee of red baseball
caps. Burchinal would be a one man-show even without the airplanes, but
combine his tall Texas Tales with his fabulous assemblage of airplanes
and you have the makings for endless Tailspin Tommy episodes.
a guy doing this kind of thing to have a background replete with hundreds
of combat hours and at least five tallies, then years with the airlines.
Then, finally greying at the temples, he went looking for ways to spend
his free time and money. Nothing could be further from the truth. In
the first place, Burch was in the Coast Guard during World War II, and
never flew in the service—a fact he points
to with some pride when people boast about the martial training it
takes to fly military airplanes.
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