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).
Hola, amigos! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a bag’s worth o’ miscellany.
I have a German Caboose, it is quite a swell affair and I live right in it, so I am always at home.
PlaneHistoria, you fraud, you don’t know shit.
Itazuke Tower, this is Air Force 801.
We made do with what we had and improvised when we could. So do Russian pilots, apparently.
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.
When we walk, Fritzi and Lulu bark at anything and everything.