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I was talking to an elderly fixed wing pilot about how much we both did not like helicopters. As a young man had a ride in one that involved going under a bridge that cured me of the idea of riding in one.
He sort of laughed, and said it reminded him of a story he heard from another elderly pilot years ago. Turns out, when WW II ended, they had a bunch of B-29s on the wrong side of the planet, so they had the pilots fly them back to the states. When they got to SF, the first guy flew under the Golden Gate Bridge, as did all the others. They were all getting out of the Army Air Corps, or almost all of them, so what are they going to do, kick them out?
That would have really been something to see and hear
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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