I saw that one flying in Albuquerque a few years ago, but the tickets were all sold-out by the time I found out about it; I was hoping to get a ride in it some day.
My Dad, now passed, flew 50 missions in a B-24 named Boomarang (because it always came back). Some years ago the Yankee or Confederate Air Force had a B-24 flying and were offering rides out of Willow Run Air Port. I thought sure Dad would like the concept and mentioned it to him.
He looked at me kind of funny and said. "Are you kidding? Do you realize how many times I almost didn't come back in a B-24? No thanks."
It's a reminder to me that glories of victory to those of us who never saw war is very different than those who had to deal with the horrors when victory was only a dream.