NARRATOR: In the aerial
battleground of World War 2, one aircraft was destined to
become the quintessential dog fighter of its era. The P-51 Mustang, a
stunning combination of speed, combat
range, and firepower. Now, you're in the cockpit
as Mustang pilots duel to the death with the
best Axis fighters in Europe and the Pacific. ME-109s, Zeroes,
even German jets, cementing the Mustang's place
as the most famous American war bird in history. Experience the battle. Dissect the tactics. Relive the dog fights
of the P-51 Mustang. [theme music] [music playing] November 2, 1944. 16 P-51 Mustangs of the
352nd Fighter Group, the Blue Nosed
Bastards of Bodney, drive deep into the
heart of enemy territory. Captain Donald S. Bryan
leads eight of the Mustangs, on course to link up with B-17s,
and herd them to a Nazi oil refinery in Meersburg, Germany. We were going in to escort. We were on a penetration. And we had not actually
picked up the bombers. NARRATOR: Before they
reach the bombers, Bryan and his
squadron mates stumble upon a massive formation of
50 German fighters below them. Undeterred by the 3 to 1 odds,
Don Bryan positions his flight behind the enemy. You get into the
middle of them. And go fast enough so
they don't get you, and you shoot the bastards down. NARRATOR: The war cry of eight
Rolls-Royce Merlin engines pierces the sky. You threw everything
forward on the thing, because you wanted
the maximum power. And then usually you would start
chopping back on it, slowing up as you approached them. NARRATOR: Incredibly, the
Mustangs bore in undetected. Bryan singles out a 109,
shredding the enemy fighter before it even has
a chance to react. You can see the
fluid flopping out. It was streaming white. NARRATOR: Bryan pulls
up from his attack run. The Mustang strike works. The 109s scatter. That's what we were
after, is to break them up. And from then on,
until the very last, it was just a mix of
airplanes everywhere. And not too damn many 51s. NARRATOR: Don Bryan latches
onto the tail of another 109, expertly balancing his
stick and throttle. P-51D, I maintain was the most
perfect airplane that ever was designed. Everything was exactly
where you wanted it to be. You drop your left hand,
it goes right to the flaps, into the trim controls. The throttle's just
in the right place. The prop control
is just perfect. The instruments are
set up just right. And it's an airplane you can
just sit and touch everything without even looking at it. NARRATOR: Bryan's finger
is poised over the trigger. Suddenly, a frantic voice
breaks over the radio. There's a bandit on Bryan's six. He reacts with cool efficiency. All you do is just snap
the stick into your gut and slam the bottom rudder. And if you're at high speed,
you just flick like that and you do a spin. And it slows you up and
then you pick up again. NARRATOR: Bryan's move
ditches the German, but also the rest of his flight. They didn't snap roll with me. So they went off. NARRATOR: But
Bryan catches sight of a target of opportunity,
a flight of eight 109s flying in the direction of the bombers. Bryan decides to target
tail end charlie. Bryan is behind them,
exactly where he wants to be. I'm going to pick
the last one, always. NARRATOR: Bryan knocks
the trailing 109 out, then quickly dodges away. Incredibly, another 109
appears off his nose. Bryan quickly dispatches
the bandit, his second kill in a span of seconds. When these things were so
many, so fast, and I would say, OK, that guy is going down. And stop, and look
for something else. NARRATOR: Bryan dives
back into the furball, and latches onto a new target. But his lack of a wingman
leaves him exposed. A sudden flash of metal
in his rearview mirror-- it's a 109 on his 6 o'clock. Bryan breaks to the left. He rolls and reverses. But the German has sunk
his teeth into the Mustang and won't let go. I had the hottest
51 in the air. And this guy was
out-performing me. That's what really
sweats you off. NARRATOR: This Luftwaffe
pilot is unlike any other he's encountered. Don Bryan's prowess
in the P-51 Mustang is about to be put
to the ultimate test. Speed defined the P-51 Mustang,
and the program under which it was developed. When the British Air Ministry
proposed in April 1940 that North American Aviation
open a new production line for RAF P-40s,
North American instead offered an
entirely new airframe, and promised it in less time. Just 127 days later, the
first Mustang prototype rolled out of the hangar. The fledgling fighter had the
same 1,100 horsepower engine that equipped the P-40. But aerodynamically, it
was radically different. Unlike a conventional
airfoil, the cross-section of the Mustang's wing was thin
at the leading edge and thicker toward the middle, with a
similar curvature on both top and bottom. This innovative design
reduced the buildup of air at the leading edge
of the wing, called drag, and ensured laminar
flow, the smooth flow of air over the wing
contours at high speed. This helped boost the speed
of the prototype to 382 miles per hour, faster than the P-40
and even the British Spitfire. Later models of the P-51 were
wedded to the 1,700 horsepower Rolls-Royce Merlin engine,
and the true potential of the Mustang was unleashed. The Rolls-Royce Merlin
is just got all kinds-- it's got gobs of power to it. And when you kick the spurs into
it, it really gets up and goes. Especially going downhill. NARRATOR: The definitive version
of the Mustang, the P-51D, was armed with six 50
caliber machine guns and had a top speed
of 437 miles per hour. The P51 would
outperform the normal 109. And the 190, at any altitude. NARRATOR: Compared to the
Me-109, Germany's most mass-produced
fighter, the Mustang has almost every advantage. It is considerably faster,
turns slightly better, and has greater range and
a higher service ceiling. But now, Don Bryan is struggling
to shake an Me-109 that is anything but normal. He can't out-climb the German. And his Mustang is on
the verge of stalling. Now up until that time, the
109s, we called them easy meat. And I'll be darned if
this 109 outperformed me. NARRATOR: Bryan
tries to dive away. The 109 easily stays in trail. Talk about scaring you. The oxygen mask, at 4
Gs, is supposed to stay. But I had to hold it on,
because I was sweating and it was falling
down on my chin. NARRATOR: The German
inches closer. He was out-turning
me as he was coming in. And he finally got
his guns on me. Like I say, not
through me, but on me. And had he got them through,
he'd have pulled the trigger and he'd got me. NARRATOR: Bryan summons a
makeshift daredevil trick he's only practiced
a handful of times. You snap the stick into your
gut, hit full bottom rudder, throw the stick full forward
again, and then neutralize it. NARRATOR: It's a
death-defying maneuver he calls an inverted
vertical reversement. Snapping the stick in
tight stalls the aircraft. Ruddering down drops the nose. Incredibly, the torque
of the propeller then twists the plane
counterclockwise. Bryan then pushes the
stick full forward, neutralizing the effect. Only a supremely confident pilot
would attempt such a bold move. Don Bryan buries the
stick in his gut. Your head hits the canopy. And the prop twists you around. Your airspeed is
down to nothing. And you fall for
about 2,000 feet until you pick up
flying speed again. In the meantime, you have
disappeared from that guy that was onto you, in a
fraction of a second. NARRATOR: With one
ingenious move, Bryan has escaped certain death. The Mustang plummets for
an agonizing five seconds before it's Hamilton standard
propeller starts chopping through the air again. Bryan has survived, barely. And Buster, I sure
didn't go back after him. NARRATOR: But Bryan doesn't
break off to head for home. He is still in the middle
of the frenzied melee. It with just
airplanes everywhere. And darn it, there were
darn few friends around. NARRATOR: Below him,
Bryan spots one friend with some unwanted company. Bryan is here. An Me-109 is here,
chasing a squadron mate through the clouds below. Bryan is desperate
to save his friend. He rolls his Mustang over
and dives to the rescue. November 2, 1944. Outnumbered and fighting
for his own life, Mustang pilot Don Bryan is
now diving to save a friend. With the altitude
and speed advantage, the Mustang ace is
poised to strike. In a dogfight, when you have
two relatively equal aircraft, the one with the most
airspeed and altitude is at the advantage. NARRATOR: Bryan
squeezes a burst. The surprised 109 pilot
breaks off and dives. Bryan pursues his mark
into a cloud bank. The German fills his gun sight. The Mustang's six Brownings
deliver a third kill for the day. Bryan joins up with the
other Mustang as his wingman, but enemy fighters
are still in the area. Flying at 10,000
feet, Bryan catches sight of two Me-109s flying the
opposite direction, 5,000 feet below. Only two of Bryan's
six guns remain loaded. I was running out of ammo. And finally, the
last two airplanes, I was down to my [inaudible]. NARRATOR: But Bryan is not
about to let the 109s escape. He and his wingman split
s, pulling out directly behind the Germans. Bryan sends the trailing
aircraft down in flames. He pours on the coal and
closes on the leader. At just 80 yards, Bryan
squeezes the trigger. It looked like a whole
section of his wing came off. He snapped into the clouds. I mean, it was a
snap to the left. And that's it. NARRATOR: The Mustangs climb
back to altitude and return to base. Of the 38 enemy planes
claimed by Mustangs that day, Bryan scored five. We got more doggone
fun than the law allows. NARRATOR: Don Bryan is awarded
the Distinguished Flying Cross for the extraordinary mission. A mission deep inside
of enemy territory that would not
have been possible without another of the
P51's legendary attributes-- its range. The Mustang's laminar flow
wing and aerodynamic airframe reduced drag and
boosted fuel efficiency. Over one quarter of the
Mustang's 11,000 pound max takeoff weight was fuel, giving
the P-51 a combat range of well over 1,400 miles, twice
that of other single engine Allied fighters. Gunther Rall, the third
leading Luftwaffe ace, says that the P-51 was able to
do for six hours what the 109 was able to do for 90 minutes. It was this amazing
aircraft that could take off from a place like
Duxford, England, go all the way to
Berlin, do everything that it needed to do, and
turn around and come back. NARRATOR: While the Mustang
made its name in Europe, it also saw service
in the Pacific, where it was the only single
engine fighter with the stamina to escort bombers from Iwo Jima
to the home island of Japan, a 1,300 mile round trip. Pilots called themselves
the Tokyo Club. The benefits of membership-- bad weather, exhaustion,
flak, and enemy fighters. Any one of which could kill. June 23, 1945. 9:38 AM. Mustangs of the 47th
Fighter Squadron take off from Iwo Jima. They're on a very
long range mission to strafe an airbase
north of Tokyo, helping to eliminate
the threat of air attack to American bomber groups. Lieutenant Robert Scamara
flies element lead in a flight of four. We didn't have to
be tight formation, but I flew pretty
close for something to do, to keep me awake. Because I had trouble
keeping awake. The thing that's
exhausting about the Mustang is not that you're strapped in. And it's too hot, or it's
uncomfortable, it's the noise. The noise just absolutely
wears you down. NARRATOR: Once over the
mainland, the monotony fades. The four Mustangs of Scamara's
flight prepare for battle. We flew up and headed west,
expecting to find this airfield loaded with airplanes. And we were going
to strafe them. But instead they were airborne. NARRATOR: Seven Japanese
fighters are at 9 o'clock low. 17 more are at 7 o'clock high. And one of them is
targeting Scamara. I see these tracers
come by, past my cockpit. And that's when I broke
formation, which was a no-no. You don't break formation. But if somebody's
shooting at me, I don't care what
the regulation was. I was going to get out of there. NARRATOR: Scamara and wingman
John [inaudible] brake hard left as the sky erupts
into a blazing curtain of tracer rounds. From there on, it was
just a big dog fight. One plane after another. NARRATOR: A Zero appears
off Scamara's nose. The P-51D is among the
first aircraft equipped with a lead computing gun
sight, the gyroscopic K-14. You're supposed to
know the wingspan. You guessed 37 feet or whatever. You punch that in. And it was supposed
to self-lead it. All you'd do is put
the dot on the plane. NARRATOR: Scamara's gun sight
makes it so a quick burst is all he needs. The wounded Zero
limps from the fight. Then Scamara spots two Japanese
N1K fighters, nicknamed Georges, at 9 o'clock low. The N1K was the most
advanced Japanese fighter, posing a real threat to
any American in the sky. The George has harder
hitting cannons, but the Mustang has the
edge in speed and altitude. Scamara wings over into a dive. The Mustangs bore
into the attack. June 23, 1945. In the midst of
a deadly furball, Lieutenant Bob Scamara
and wingman John Scanlon are closing fast on a pair
of Japanese George fighters. I said, if that situation
happens, there's two planes, I'll head for the leader. You head for his number two man. Well, I was getting
closing in on the leader. And he wasn't shooting
at the wingman. NARRATOR: Scamara unleashes
a torrent of hot lead on the enemy wingman. He goes down, and I
took off after the leader. And I caught him in nothing
flat, and shot him down. NARRATOR: Splash
two for Scamara. His strategy is to strike
fast and move often. I made short bursts,
because one thing, I didn't want to
burn up my guns. And the other thing,
I didn't have to. Because the Japanese
planes weren't armored. And they were easy
to shoot down. There was no problem there. NARRATOR: Scamara engages
several more Japanese fighters, damaging three. It seemed like
every place I pointed, there was a Japanese plane. It just didn't take
much maneuvering to get from one to the other. NARRATOR: But suddenly,
tracers streak over his canopy. A Ki-84 Frank, the
fastest fighter in the Japanese arsenal, is
diving from 6 o'clock high. Scamara breaks hard left. The Frank pilot's mistake
is going too fast. He overshoots, pulling
up into a climb. Scamara reverses and
pitches up, straining to put the pipper on target. I remember pulling up and
here was that gun sight was down on my cowling. And I couldn't get
enough lead on him. And I practically stalled out. Scamara manages a
short burst before he's forced to dive away. The burning Japanese fighter
plummets right past his nose. Splash three. Scamara scans the sky once more. I [inaudible] one Japanese
plane was out ahead of me. As soon as he seen me
coming, he split s over and dove for the ground. Well, I shouldn't have
done it, but I followed. NARRATOR: Scamara dives
after the lone Oscar, but he begins to worry
about his fuel state. So I said, the heck with him. And I said, let him go. And I pulled back up
using my air speed to gain as much
altitude as I could. NARRATOR: After all
the maneuvering, the other Americans
are nowhere to be seen. Scamara is alone. Then, he catches sight of
something off his left wing. That's when I noticed,
[inaudible] was still on my wing. I hadn't noticed
that until that time. NARRATOR: Incredibly,
Scamara's wingman has stuck with him through
every twist and turn. Scamara decides to head
to the rally point. I put him out on mutual support,
which you don't talk to, you wiggle your tail,
and away he goes and he flies about a quarter
mile parallel to you. So he can watch my tail,
I can watch his tail. NARRATOR: They don't get far
before Scamara spots trouble behind [inaudible] a
Zero right on his tail. I turned toward him. But I couldn't make it. I yelled at him over the
radio to do something. There's a Japanese plane
coming down on your tail. NARRATOR: But it's too late. The Zero's 20 millimeter
cannons pummel Scanlon's wings. They burst into flames. He jettisoned his
canopy and he bailed out. Because his cockpit must
have been pretty hot by then. NARRATOR: Scamara his
wingman's parachute, shooting at any Japanese planes
that come within gun range. But I kept firing at
them, to keep them clear. And pretty soon, four
of my guns went blank. Two of them were still
firing, but that's-- two of my head had
maybe 100 rounds more than the other four. NARRATOR: There's nothing more
he can do for his wingman. Scamara breaks off
and heads for home. He lands back on Iwo Jima after
eight hours and 17 minutes with six empty guns. Remarkably, his
internal fuel tank still has 54 gallons of fuel. Scamara is credited with
three kills and four damaged. Tragically, John Scanlon
would not make it home alive. Maybe three years
later, I happened to notice this little
article in a newspaper. Two or three women were
acquitted of war crimes. And their war crime
was releasing Scanlon from the infirmary to a civilian
mob that was demanding them to release him to them. Well, they released him to them. And they lynched him. And that's how I found
out what happened to him. I'd have gladly given them back
their three victories just if I could have saved John, but
it didn't happen that way. NARRATOR: The Mustang made
a significant contribution to the Allied victory
in the Pacific, sweeping the skies of
most Japanese fighters that threatened
American bombers. Meanwhile, in Europe,
Mustang pilots were among the first to take
on the Third Reich's most menacing wonder weapon,
the jet fighter. April 7, 1945. A lone P-51 Mustang soars
above a large formation of B-24 bombers, droning
into the German heartland. The Mustang pilot, Lieutenant
Richard Candelaria, is the first to arrive on
station above the bombers. The rest of the squadron is
lost in thick cloud cover below. I had gotten to
the rendezvous point about three or four minutes
before the rest of the squadron got there. They said, we'll be there
in two or three minutes. NARRATOR: Candelaria keeps
his eyes outside the cockpit, scanning the sky. The D model Mustangs
featured a bubble-type canopy that greatly improved
visibility over previous models. With the D model, you can
look all over the place. You have great visibility. Because the radar of a
Mustang is your eyes. NARRATOR: At 7 o'clock low,
the young Lieutenant spots something. First I saw what looked
like specks getting bigger. And then I realized
they were Me-262s, because they were coming fast. I'd seen them before. I had chased them before. But had never been
able to catch one. NARRATOR: The Me-262 is the
world's first operational jet fighter. It's a quantum
leap in technology that points to the
future of air combat. The 262 is over
100 miles per hour faster, more heavily armed,
with a faster rate of climb. But the slower Mustang
can out-turn the 262, and it had a higher service
ceiling, altitude that Mustang pilots could convert to speed. The Me-262s are here,
closing fast on the bombers. Candelaria is here, a lone
Mustang against two jets. The only thing I
could do to stop them was to run head on into them. NARRATOR: Candelaria
wings over and dives. His Mustang accelerates
past 450 miles per hour. Its Merlin engine howls. He barrels toward the
enemy jets head on. April 7, 1945. Lieutenant Richard
Candelaria is diving head on against a pair of
German jets that threaten an American bomber [inaudible]. Candelaria angles for a shot,
but the Germans surprise him. The rate of closure
was really great. And they did something
that I didn't expect. They nosed down slightly. Not a great deal, but slightly. But it threw me off, because
I couldn't line up on them. NARRATOR: The Germans' move
is simple but brilliant. Candelaria is already pushing
his aircraft's limitations for negative G. If he
forces the nose any lower, he will red out and lose
control of his Mustang. The Germans are about
to slip past him. Candelaria must do something. They were going
to go below me. So at that point, I still
had my external tanks on. So I jettisoned them,
hoping that maybe I'd be able to hit them with a tank. NARRATOR: The German jets
brake hard left to dodge, forcing them to change
course away from the bombers. Candelaria has created a brief
window in which he can reverse direction and go on the attack. I rolled over
and did a split s. NARRATOR: Altitude
converts to airspeed. I came down, then pulled up. By that time, I had about
490, maybe 500 miles an hour. NARRATOR: Candelaria's
split s positions him inside his enemies' turn. He's able to pull
lead as the jets bank right toward the bombers. Candelaria squeezes the trigger. It looked like
something sparkled right behind the cockpit. And the right engine started to
belch out smoke, black smoke. So I knew I'd hit it
at least in the engine. NARRATOR: The stricken jet
dives beneath the clouds. Candelaria is uncertain
if he's killed the 262. But he doesn't have
time to think about it. As I start to level off, I saw
something like glowing tennis balls going by my right wing. My crew chief had put
some little round mirrors on the top of the canopy. And when I looked
up in the mirror, I saw the nose right behind me. NARRATOR: As Candelaria
focused on the leader, the enemy wingman slid
in on his 6 o'clock. I broke left, hard left. Because the bombers
were on my right. So if they were
going to chase me, they'd be going away
from the bombers. NARRATOR: An explosive 30
millimeter cannon shell strikes Candelaria's right wing. The Mustang bucks,
but he holds the turn. The German jet can't
turn with the Mustang, and quickly overshoots. So I just broke to the
right to try to get on him. And he was just
going way too fast. NARRATOR: The German
jet effortlessly pulls beyond reach. It dives away from the fight. Candelaria is wounded,
but far from broken. Outnumbered by the most advanced
fighters of World War 2, he and his Mustang
have won the dogfight. The skies around him are
quiet as he climbs back toward the B-24s. The calm before the storm. All of a sudden, out
of this cloud bank, I saw a whole bunch of aircraft. And I looked down and
I said, hot dog, look at all those black crosses. And then I thought to
myself, oh, dear Lord, I've been praying for enemy aircraft. I'd have preferred them
in twosies and threesies, not all at once. NARRATOR: Candelaria is here. He's got 15 German Me-109s
below him, heading up toward the Liberators. Once again, Richard
Candelaria is the only one that stands in their way. He throttles up, hurtling
into the dogfight. The American targets
the group leader. This one was yellow from the
windscreen right to the nose, to the spinner. It was a bright yellow. This guy wanted to be seen. That should have given me
a clue that he was probably a hot shot. NARRATOR: Candelaria
maneuvers for a shot. I was trying to
pull a lead on him. I found out that I wasn't going
to be able to, because in order to do that, I'd have been
heading toward the bombers. NARRATOR: Any stray round
could hit a big friend. Candelaria can't risk it. He decides instead to pass
underneath the German, and reverse vertically,
giving him an angle clear of friendly aircraft. I went underneath him. I went right on
passed underneath him, under his left
wing, came back up. NARRATOR: Candelaria
yanks the stick back. An excruciating six G pull. The 109 opens up on the
B-24s, lobbing cannon shells at long range. One of the engines on the
closest bomber is blown out. I came back and started
to get on his tail. That's when he started
his maneuvering. NARRATOR: The 109
dodges Candelaria. He was making
a fool out of me. Every time I tried to
get the gun sight on him, he'd do something fancy,
and I'd go sailing past him to one side or the other. NARRATOR: The other
109s hang back, allowing their skilled leader
to dispatch the American. The lethal ballet continues. The 109 pulls left and
begins a tight loop. He rolled over on his back. And I was just under him. And we started turning,
trying to out-turn each other. And I could look up and see him. And he could look
down and see me. NARRATOR: The skilled German
is out-flying the American. If Candelaria can't
turn the tables quickly, he will surely die. April 7, 1945. Lieutenant Richard
Candelaria has a hot shot German on his tail. The Mustang pilot will chance
a risky maneuver in an attempt to turn the tables. Candelaria will chop his
power and kick hard rudder to swing the P51's nose around,
directly onto the 109's tail. If Candelaria stalls, he will
fall out of the sky, becoming an easy mark for his enemy. I pulled back as hard as
I could, just above a stall. As I did that, I loosened the
pressure and kicked the rudder. And the 51 and just slid
around, almost behind him. NARRATOR: Candelaria
skids past the German. I was not able to track him. The gunsight was
a little too slow. So I just winged
it, you might say, just figured that's
where he's going to be, and I squeezed the trigger. And he started
belching out smoke. He went barreling down. I went down after him. Then I saw him bail out. The canopy came off. And he went into the
woods and crashed. NARRATOR: It's a
hard-fought victory. But the leaderless pack of
109s is now out for revenge. As Candelaria levels off,
tracers engulf his canopy. A 109 is coming in fast. Candelaria skids his
Mustang to the left. The German overshoots. Candelaria noses
back to the right. A few solid hits convinced
the German pilot to bail. I broke off
almost immediately. Because there was
somebody else behind me. NARRATOR: The
remaining 109s form up into a loose [inaudible] circle,
a defensive ring that virtually ensures mutual protection. But Candelaria
refuses to break off. His strategy is to slash
through the circle, hoping to knock down an enemy
plane before one can get a shot on him. [inaudible] kept going
into that [inaudible],, tighter and tighter, until I
got a chance to shoot one more time. NARRATOR: Another 109 down. But immediately, there's
a new threat on his six. Candelaria brakes hard right. The German follows him. There was no doubt
I was out-turning him. And we were in a very
tight turn to the right. And the 109 had a tendency to
not do too well to the right. NARRATOR: Candelaria is
slowly out-turning his enemy. But the German does
not break away. After several rotations,
Candelaria gets a firing angle. His six Brownings bark to life. He just sort of stopped
and went into the ground and cartwheeled
across the ground. I pulled hard to the
right, then to the left, to avoid anyone else. NARRATOR: Just then,
Candelaria's Mustang squadron mates finally show. The remaining Germans break
off and head for the clouds. Richard Candelaria
single-handedly scored four confirmed
victories against the 109s, and a probable jet kill
against the Me-262. Coming home, sort
of the last 100 miles, I noticed my knees were shaking. And I don't know whether
it was adrenaline or what. But my knees were shaking. I realized, boy, that was close. That was a little too close. Men like Richard Candelaria made
the P-51 of the most successful fighters in the
history of air combat. In Europe alone, the Mustang
accounted for 4,950 enemy aircraft, making it
the highest scoring US fighter in the theater. The Mustang is an
icon of World War 2. But today, its legend lives
on at air shows and air races throughout the world. I'm so fortunate to
be able, as a civilian, fly with these guys in the
Heritage Flight Program for the Air Force, where
we take the Mustang, and we fly with the Raptor,
and the A10, and the F-15, the F-16. Without a doubt, if
you'd ask those guys, if you could only
fly one aircraft, they all want to
get in the Mustang. It's just the legend of it. It's the ultimate
airplane for those guys. NARRATOR: The Mustang remains a
true classic, a lethal fighting machine of sculpted beauty,
and an enduring symbol of American air power.
