One of my reincarnational lives, as a WWII tail gunner…
Didn’t want to leave.
Something felt so familiar.
“They” say movies and pictures add 10 pounds to people…well, there’s also something movies and pictures add to history. Seeing something firsthand seems to strip away all the pomp and makeup and lighting and “best sides” to the bare, unadulterated truth.
This…was a war machine.
A well-crafted, lethal, deliverer of death and destruction.
So why the fascination? Why did so many men turn into kids around things like aircraft and boats and battlefields?
Why do they jockey for position to get in front of others to squeeze in and crawl through a claustrophobic metal tube such as the B-17’s fuselage?
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