22 YEARS LATER
Twenty-two years on, one scar’s still tender to the touch: the failure of our intelligence agencies and leadership to prevent an attack anyone could have seen coming (and many did, including me).
Tuesday Bag o’ This & That (Updated)
A Soldier’s Letter Home, March 15, 1919
I have a German Caboose, it is quite a swell affair and I live right in it, so I am always at home.
Air-Minded: Ramming Speed
Is It Bad of Me to Gloat?
Air-Minded: Speedbrake Chaff
We made do with what we had and improvised when we could. So do Russian pilots, apparently.
Relatively Civilized, Relatively European
I purposely avoid saying “World War III” because it strikes me as racist; as if only wars fought by white First-Worlders can rise to the level of a world war.