We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
42 thoughtful minutes, what a production. Your header ought to read 1944, BD --world of difference for the flyers --for the whole Italian Campaign, really, as by 1945 the front was in far-north Lombardy --the Po Valley, from where there Thunderbolts' rear-area interdiction mission was relieved by the alpine Piedmont.
By then, these guys' --and all the Italian Campaigners' --crowning achievement, the fall of Rome, had already happened, and had happened somehow in keeping with the whole character of that entire two-year campaign, dogged by the dog star of damned destiny, culminating with Rome falling concurrently with the Normandy invasion, and giving the signal victory of the Italian Campaign a shadow of virtual defeat, what with victory celebrated by everything from war effort to press coverage to psychological justification in a soldier's thoughts (see Ernie Pyle*), dropping to a far-distant second, to almost an afterthought in the coming story of WWII.
The second link is 'about' the first link, maybe they should be in reverse order --
Anyhoo, Paul Harvey as narrator for the film is a stroke of genius, a bolt from the cloud of overall technical excellence and characterological apex of the society and culture whose Thunderbolts and pilots and ground crew express in no uncertain terms its will-to-freedom from the will-to-power of the master/slave tyrant gangs overlording Earth's mid-20th century.
Maggie Farm is a threat to one's hours of the day --beware lest ye be absorbed too long, and come under the lash of one's new Timex Expedition, a father's day gift from a daughter to whom i'd sent a recommendation of it --from ...Maggie's Farm, Nemesis of common-toil productivity, Muse of the doughty band of those who hope to keep the memories alive of people like the people who fought that campaign.