Route 11 (sometimes know as the Veterans Highway up here) is a pretty nice road for riding, north of Fort Drum / Watertown. Big, broad shoulders, well maintained. About the only hassle is farm vehicles, nothing like a manure spreader to open up the nasal passages.
This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.