In World War II a British biplane torpedo bomber which was made for the Royal Navy by the Fairey Aviation Company in an around London, England, was given the nickname "Stringbag" by those who had an intimacy with it. Sometimes it was referred to as a "Dear Old Stringbag." The more official name was The Fairey Swordfish. By the mid to late 1930's the biplane design was generally considered obsolete and old fashioned. The Swordfish's nickname had to do with the rigging that gave additional structure to the wings of biplanes and like a string bag a Swordfish could carry a whole bunch of different loads all at the same time. And, just in case, The Swordfish sunk more tonnage than any other Allied plane through the course of World War II.
"To War in a Stringbag" and "Bring Back My Stringbag" are the titles of two
books written by men who flew the Fairey Swordfish during World War II. It was a
relatively slow airplane and according to Crabtree it "wallowed in the air" it
was a "sitting duck" it didn't "like diving" it didn't like to "spin" and
apparently a person had to be "gung-ho" to fly a Dear Old Stringbag. The Fairey
Swordfish had three crew, a pilot who sat at the front behind the single engine,
an observer in the middle and a radio operator who was also a rear gunner
at the back. When Crabtree first had to leap out of the pilot seat of a
Swordfish, the plane was in a "spin" spiraling down toward the sea and somehow
the centrifugal forces of the spin briefly trapped him in the rear gunner's
seat. Our hero has his doubts.