Lt. Dash “Dauntless” McCloud
Dash “Dauntless” McCloud was born on the 4th of July in 1921, just south of Northeast Westorburg New England, to Fred and Dorothy McCloud. Dash’s father was a not-so-well-known barnstormer in the New England area, and a former pilot of the Great War. Naturally, his dad was always trying to relive what he called “the glory days,” and Dash was amazed by his tales of bravery and heroism. (Fred would later always claim that Dash was named after the “dashing young men” of the Great War.)
Fred taught Dash to fly when he was just a very young lad, and Dash proved to be a very quick study. On occasion, he was even known to take Fred’s plane for a spin (unsupervised), thinking he would make his dad proud. Unfortunately, he usually found himself in trouble in nearly every adventurous, but noble, circumstance. Over time, Dash grew into a strapping handsome young man. He was a bit shy, but a very innocent, down home, honest sort of guy: kind of a Dudley Do-Right type. Upon graduation from high school, Dash, determined to fly in some way for a living, became a crop duster for the ACME Crop Dusting Service of Missouri. He was a long way from home, but he admired the simple lifestyle he saw there, and grew a special appreciation for the heartland of the U.S.
Dash could not resist the call to serve his country in its time of need and joined the USAAF in December of ‘42. He followed his older brother Flash, who was serving in the Pacific flying P38 Lightnings (nicknamed “ Lightning Flash”). His younger sister Dot, who had also taken to flying, was now dreaming of becoming a WASP and doing her part as well. Dash would also soon be followed by his younger brother Crash, who unfortunately washed out of flight training (yes, he crashed) and is now serving as s Senior Flight Controller at Kelly Field in Texas.
In addition to his Father and older brother Flash, Dash’s heroes are an inspiring and patriotic pal he grew up with named Joe (who later became a G.I.), and Maj. Gen. Claire Chennault, who commanded the Flying Tigers. Dash had just completed his advanced flight training in ’43, when his path would take him in a new direction. With a new commission as a 2nd Lieutenant in his pocket, he was flying his AT6 to his transitional training assignment at Kelly field to pick up his new P51. But the infamous FOF time space vortex captured him sending Dash hurtling into the future and FOF. He now spends his time at FOF trying to educate our guests on those beautiful war birds, and maybe one day he’ll find a way to go home and finally climb into the cockpit of a P51.
Dash also finds a special inspiration in the fighter pilots that his childhood bedtime stories boasted of. He is always eager to share that inspiration with guests of FOF. His bright outlook on life, and what everyone can potentially accomplish, makes him a happy, smiling face around the hangars.