Caproni Ca.4 - Description

Description

The Ca.4 was a three-engine, twin-boom triplane of a wooden construction with a fabric-covered frame. The open center nacelle was attached to the undersurface of the center wing. It contained the pusher engine, pilot, and forward gunner. At least one variation of the center nacelle seated the crew in a two-seat tandem format with the forward position a gunner/pilot and the rear position the pilot. Others used a forward gunner with side by side pilot positions to the rear of the gunner. Two rear gunners were positioned one in each boom behind the center wing. An engineer or second pilot could also be accommodated there.

Armament consisted of four (but up to eight) Revelli 6.5 mm or 7.7 mm machine guns in front ring mounting and two boom ring mountings. Bombs were suspended in a bomb bay, which was a long and narrow container fixed to a lower wing. Photographs show at least four different arrangements with regard to the bombing nacelle.

  • 1. No nacelle - presumably not a combat configuration.
  • 2. A tall, narrow nacelle that housed approximately 12 internal bombs vertically and another 18–20 strapped to the outside.
  • 3. A shorter nacelle that may be the lower half of the tall nacelle but with no external bombs.
  • 4. No nacelle but with a single long bomb/torpedo slung under the bottom wing.

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