Fred sits in the bombardier’s position at the nose of the B-17, Number 3463. He looks to his left, at the engine-less nacelles of where engine numbers one and two would have been, then to the right, where engines three and four used to be.
The camera dollies in for a close-up, as Fred remembers flying a bombing run.
Inside the ship, Fred is lost in thought. Sweat beads on his face.