Fred looks out at an endless sea of abandoned B-17s. They stretch to the horizon.
A bomber labeled “3463” with nose art saying “ROUND ? TRIP” is parked only a few yards away from a wrecking crew.
Fred reaches up to the forward hatch and pulls himself into the fuselage. He looks around the interior, at his old position as bombardier. The dusty plexiglass dome filters light inside the cabin.
Fred looks at a navigation chart, and tosses it back on a bench. Moving some dust and cobwebs out of the way, he heads for the bombsight station, first dusting off the seat.