It was almost surreal standing on the ramp and realizing that the flight I had just finished began two years before it finally happened. My wife and I had traveled to Fort Worth, Texas, when we stumbled upon the Vintage Flying Museum at Meacham Field. After chatting with the tour guide, we stepped into the hangar where they keep a B-17 named Chucky. The guide ushered me into the plane, and my heart skipped a beat when he told me to get in the pilot's seat so my wife could take my picture. That was the day in 2009 I decided I'd fly in a B-17 someday.
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