For my 50th, my wife got me a ride on a Fortress. The Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress. Humbling. Sitting inside, feeling those engines rev up to take flight, feeling the wheels leave the ground, brings a tear to the eye... these crews, of 18-25 year old men... some of them BARELY men, taking to the skies for 8 hours, at 30,000 feet where it's -38F, suffering frostbite, fatigue, knowing the moment their fighter escorts had to turn back, they would be swarmed with German fighter intent on their destruction.... all alone, over Germany, praying they can get home... every mission. The Greatest Generation, indeed. THANK YOU.