My father was a tech sargeant on the B17 s. I always want to see one.
I was looking for work in Casper Wyoming when I looked up to see one flying out of there.
Shiny and beautiful
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I helped ship one to England for their war museum. Got to crawl over it and help disassemble it. I was a teenager at the time and scrawny, but it was still really tight crawling down to the tail gun.
They actually flew one out of the boneyard all the way to Jolly Old England. Had to get special permits because it had no modern comms. It was a sight!