I look back in the distance and see the smoky trail of dust fade away as we depart from the airfield in our battle hardened B-17. We're just a bunch of rookies flying a used aircraft. I was the only survivor on the plane when we last got hit by flak on my previous mission. We had new parts but it still sounded like the same old rumbling of the engines. Her name is "Old Jane". She got that name from my wife.
