So my 11-year old rides his bike up to the local air museum and scores a flight in a WWII vintage B-24 bomber. Gets a seat in the cockpit no less. Proof that 'just showing up' can get you places.
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age. The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide...behind brown and mild eyes.
1 comment:
Yea but did he get to fire the big Nazi killin cannon on the front.
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