There are two kinds of pilots, those who have had a wheels-up landing and those who will.
The hardest part of any mission was the anticipation. The waiting. No matter how well I plotted the routes or how thoroughly I briefed the other navigators, after wheels up, there was nothing I could do.
The closer you are to death, the more alive you feel. Every second is a little death.
On occasion, the world must confront itself, answer what we are with who we are.
Nothing gave us more hope than the return of men we thought were lost.
Most of us had never traveled far from home, let alone flown in an airplane. We came from every corner of the country, with a common purpose: to bring the war to Hitler’s doorstep.
If I’m gonna bet on anything, I’m gonna bet on us.[to Buck]
From the day I joined the 100th, Buck Cleven was our leader. We thought he was invincible. If Gale Cleven couldn’t make it, who could?
First time in the sawmill, boys. Let’s rack them up and knock them down.
All this killing we do, you know, day in, day out, does something to a guy. Makes him different, not in a good way.
A girl worth writing to is hard to find.[to Marge]
