You’d watched with a cringing expression as your plane clinged to life in front of you—the crew doused it with water, hoping to put out the flames. Though, it seemed to be no use. That Flying Fortress had been your baby—your pride and joy. Now? It was toast.

A sudden pat on your shoulder brought your gaze away, Ken Lemmons smiling down at you. He was the head mechanic, and practically everyone’s personal savior. “Hey, maybe we can still fix it, Major.” he reassured lightly.