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“The southwest corner of Kansas was once home to  the Liberal Army Airfield. For 27 months, from April 1943 to September 1945, the desolate plains of Kansas were alive with the deep throaty roar of the B-24 Liberator. The Liberal Army Airfield trained approximately one-quarter of all B-24 commanders. Residents of the area recall few days and nights in which they did not hear the familiar roar of the big Pratt & Whitney engines flying overhead. What was once a wheat field, a symbol of peace, became thousands of feet of concrete runways used to train pilots for vital World War II missions. To this day, many of the runways and structures of the base still survive. Years have passed since the inception and closure of the base, but its history will always be a part of Liberal, Kansas."

(Source: frugalfrigate.com/book/9781467162289)

The Liberal Army Airfield was also where my father spent his wartime years servicing the B-24 Liberators.  My mother was working as a civil service clerk at the airfield.  The two of them met in August 1944 and were married in November 1944 at the Airfield Chapel.  

AIRFIELD GHOSTS

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vacant control tower hisses in static~ a Morse code signaling the absence of departing flights. B-24s dissolve into prairie stars, fuel streaks fading like old film burns. Midnight mechanics still roll toolbox shadows across tarmacs swallowed by Kansas crabgrass. a windsock flaps—empty, always empty~ counting dead radio waves as prayer beads. barracks hum with old Glenn Miller, though the record needle’s been stuck for decades. midnight taxi lights still trace the runway, guiding no one home. airfield ghosts wear leather bomber jackets, not shrouds, sighing at how quietly war forgets.
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Gauthier Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 3:55 PM
The memories sure live on ~ wonderful tribute
Etgen-Baker Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 5:27 PM
thanks, Line...and true
Hind Avatar
December 14, 2025 at 7:02 PM
This is haunting...the title drew me in, it's a shame to forget. Beautiful
Etgen-Baker Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 5:27 PM
I agree...a shame to forget...I suppose that was the motive behind the write. hugs, Sara
Bordner Avatar
December 14, 2025 at 6:47 AM
We must learn to remember ourselves before we can be remembered by others...Excellent ambience in this write Sara. A skilfully portrayed constellation of details beautifully giving support to the moral that we should strive to become our own Heros...J.A.B.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
December 14, 2025 at 6:27 PM
wow, thanks, Justin, for your insightful and powerful words. I'm grateful for your visit. :-)
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