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"...the mighty
bent-winged
Corsair forges a
memory of
bridled power..."

- S. Vosburg

Corsair "Balboa Rendezvous"

It's a bright January morning in 1944. Far away in Europe and in the Pacific theater, America is engaged in an epic struggle against the forces of fascism. Our nation's industries are humming with ever increasing activity, supplying the tools necessary for ultimate victory. Yet, along the sandy shore of the Balboa Peninsula, the only sounds are the murmur of spent waves, the laughter of rollicking boys, and the loping pant of faithful “Cooper.” In the distance stands the Newport pier with its weather-beaten hamburger house marking the tip of its intrusion into the peaceful Pacific Ocean. Barely visible between the pilings, Palos Verdes seems to rise serenely as the back of a sunning whale.

Then . . . a blast of thunder is heard from 4,000 galloping horses, the flash of sunlight on whirling propellers, a glint from plexiglass, and the perception of kindred spirits hurtling joyously through the invisible air. In a fleeting moment, a brief rendezvous, the mighty bent-winged CORSAIR forges a memory of bridled power and the wonder flight. Soon its riders will dismount at the orange-tree-surrounded field called “El Toro.” There they will recount with glee the stolen thrills of the morning's training mission, and the boys they caught by surprise on the sandy shores of Balboa.

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