Originally Posted by Garandman
Where can you go 50 mph?
In a world you call your own.
Had a co-worker who insisted he had routinely gone 60+ mph on downhills. Then again he also ran the Boston Marathon in a time which placed him in the upper 10%. And he was the best controls engineer in the corporation, in fact he was one of the best in the nation. But he was independently wealthy and just worked for the fun of it.
I wonder what ever happened to him?
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.