Originally Posted by
iamtim
Hah!
Hey, to each their own. *I* can't make a marriage work (2x divorced) but if other people want to give it a shot, well, I can facilitate that.
I'm an ordained Branch Davidian
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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.