Texas Raiders - N7227C Joins The Confederate Air Force

N7227C Joins The Confederate Air Force

The Confederate Air Force, based at Rebel Field in Mercedes, Texas paid Aero Service Corporation $50,000 for N7227C. At that time, she was white on top with gray undersides and red striping and she also had a large United States flag on the tail. A Confederate States of America Battle Flag was added to it after the CAF purchase. She was repainted olive drab with a dark green camouflage pattern. It was decided that they would not choose to commemorate a single particular aircraft that flew during World War II, so she was named "Texas Raiders" during her first CAF restoration in the 1960s. Nose art was later applied, consisting of the Texas flag and “Texas Raiders” in white block lettering.

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