Originally Posted by
trevor_birba
i ssaw that on sf craigslist. I thought about it, but i thought it was some road that had been murdered with aftermarket track ends. Now after finding out what it really is, i hate myself.
It is, you shouldn't.
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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.