02 October 2019

Dammit Another Down

One less flying B-17 in the world.

Seven fewer people to enjoy them.

On one hand, they were made to fly.

On the other, every flight has a chance of a catastrophe.

Eventually, if you keep flying them, the odds catch up.

I am torn, but part of me thinks that, despite the deaths, that this is a better (and more fitting end) than to end up as sculpture.
Posted by Angus McThag at 23:58
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  1. The Old Man03 October, 2019 14:10

    Looked for the name, as I had flown in the "Fuddy-Duddy" a long time ago. Never saw it. Grieved to see another WW2 bird burn. It had come back from a crash 32 years ago, but who knows if it will this time and what percentage original structure will remain?

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