An as-yet incommunicable experience

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I had an experience today in which I could never have planned for my reaction. See, we drove down to Fairborn, Ohio to see the Wright-Patterson Air Force Museum. (skew_whiff, I could not stop thinking of you: these planes were gorgeous, and I am officially in love with WWI planes in particular now. You need to get there and just glory in it all.) And as we

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Oh god, I'm so jealous. I have got to go there some day. (Though first, I really must pay a visit to either of the RAF museums. Just looking at the website makes me a little bit flustered and excitable. And if I travel to Cosford by train, they will give you a free cup of tea in the museum cafe for taking a greener option! How can I refuse an offer like that?)

My heart will always belong to prop-driven WWII planes, but WWI planes are damn impressive too. It must've taken real guts to go up there in something so exposed and rickety-looking - especially in the very early days where your only means of self-defence was an ordinary handgun. I wish I could've met my great-grandfather Joe, who served in the Royal Flying Corps in WWI; he wasn't a pilot, he was ground crew, but he must've had some great stories to tell.

And I can only imagine what a weird fucked-up feeling it must have been to have realised what Bockscar was. I once had a minor freak-out in the Science Museum looking at a lump of heat-fused glass taken from ground zero at Hiroshima, so the actual bomber... *shudder*