Throwback Thursday // SSgt. Maynard H. "Snuffy" Smith, USAAF
On 1 May 1943, SSgt. “Snuffy” Smith AKA Salt Dowg Snuffy AKA Stuffin’ Single Moms Snuffy was on his first mission on a B-17 Flying Fortress as a ball turret gunner. #SmoothAsEggs
His group’s mission was to give the Gnat-zee U-boat pens at St-Nazaire a LIBURAL dose of high explosives. But due to an air nav error, they flew straight over a place called “Flak City.” #GimmeTheGoddamnMap #YouCanTellWhereWe'reGoingWithThis
As Slide in Your Sweetheart’s SMS Snuffy’s fort descended for the bomb run, the Messerschmitt Welcoming Committee of Nerd Virgins sprang upon his formation along with a heaux lotta flack from the Turd Reich below. #LookAtTheseFuckingTryHards #TooBeaucoup
One of the fuel tanks on Sucka Free Snuffy’s fort got hit; starting a fire that knocked out comms and compromised the fuselage's integrity. #HeauxLawd Snuffy's ball turret also lost power #PerformanceIssuesIGetItDude #NoFreeCloutForBonerPillCompaniesTho so he made like a fetus and slid out to help his boys. #FuckGoingOnUpHere
Three crew members bailed out, unfortunately to never be seen again.
Slap SS Scrotums Snuffy went Super Saiyan; switching between performing CLS on his wounded HBs, re-upping his falconer cert by hosing the flock of fashy fart huffers with Fiddy BMG #ItsMine AND putting the fire out. Stackdaddy Snuffy threw out ammo that was cooking off to starve the fire. #Afuera When the extinguishers were spent, he pissed the fire out. For 90 minutes, he thugged it out. #AAAAAAAAAA
Smith's Fort landed at the first open airfield in England. Having been hit over 3,500 times, the bird snapped in half when it touched down. #ImTiredBoss
For his actions, Smith was awarded the Medal of Honor. But on the day of his award ceremony, Smith had been on chow duty for being late to a briefing #FreeMyBoy so someone had to go find him so he could get pinned by the War Secretary.
Smith survived the war, started a family and raised 4 kids. He quietly retired to Florida and passed away in 1984.
