Can you imagine sitting there, alone in the back of the plane while you stared down another pilot chasing you and tried to shoot it down? Or can you imagine getting close enough in another plane to see someone concentrating as he aimed those barrels at you? I get a funny feeling down my spine just thinking about it.
Seeing the inside of the planes was not for the feeble. Actually, though, there were many WWII veterans there who were rather old and were sporting canes or scars from what I imagine were replaced knees, yet many managed to navigate the planes. You had to climb up a ladder into a small opening and then walk across what was basically a narrow catwalk. I was surprised Maddie did it and didn't chicken out.
I thought about bringing Avonlea in the first plane with us but thank
goodness I didn't! I never would have been able to safely carry her
through, or at least not without a lot of stress and distraction from
actually seeing the plane. My dad kindly skipped coming in and walked
around with her.
Unfortunately the plane and not us is in focus, but I still love having a few pictures of me with my Avvie-girl who was in a hugging and kissing mood.Do you see me?
How about now?
This is inside the second plane, a B-17.
There's PopPop, now watching both girls since Maddie wasn't up for another plane walk through.
Eeek!
In case you're wondering where the pictures of Beth, Nate and Edward are, they went a little earlier than us so Beth had already seen one plane and was in line for the second by the time we got there. Maybe if she ever starts blogging again (hint, hint) she'll share some of her pictures.
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