20 May 1927, 7:51:30 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time (11:51:30 G.M.T.): In his effort to advance the Art and Science of Aviation, to win the $25,000 Orteig Prize, to fly from New York to Paris, 25-year-old aviator Charles A. Lindbergh takes off from Roosevelt Field, Long Island, New York, United States of America, and heads north-eastward over the Atlantic Ocean on his solo, record-breaking flight to Paris, France, and into History.
“I buckle my safety belt, pull goggles down over my eyes, turn to the men at the blocks, and nod.”
— The Spirit of St. Louis, by Charles A. Lindbergh, Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1953, at Page 185.
As he circles to gain altitude after takeoff, Lindbergh scans his instruments.
“On the instrument board in front of me, the earth-inductor compass needle leans steeply to the right. I bank cautiously northward until it rises to the center line — 65 degrees — the compass heading for the first 100-mile segment of my great-circle route to France and Paris. It’s 7:54 a.m. Eastern daylight time.”
— The Spirit of St. Louis, by Charles A. Lindbergh, Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1953, at Page 189.
© 2019, Bryan R. Swopes
I love reading how Lindy only brought a sandwich to eat on his flight. Anything more might have made him drowsy. His flight has been largely forgotten about over time, but his magnificent achievement was earth-shaking for his time. If we forget American heroes and accomplishments, we’ve lost the next generation and those that follow.
That sandwich was no ordinary one, it was a 33 hour sandwich it had to taste really really Good. MasterGuns
Lindbergh was an extrordinary man. He made it possible for his plane to reach Paris and capture the prize and the dreams of men flying great distances. I have read almost everything I could on him and his amazing partner and wife Ann Morrow. They were quite a team. Frank Esposito