These guys seem very content. Happiness is having had some good flights and being able to reminisce about them with a like-minded person.
- Remember in 1907? The flight we made in Strasbourg - superb. Beautiful skies, peaceful flying.
- Oh yes, that was grand. And how about Lyon? In 1912 we had the sky all to ourselves. We landed in a cornfield. Luckily the field was being cut at the time and the peasants treated us to some of the best wine I have ever tasted. Then there were some ten years until we could fly again - what with a war going on and some convalenscence time afterwards - by 1924 the twenties were roaring like there was no tomorrow.
The old, wise guys listen, but will only remark one thing: The storms come and go.
Take their wisdom. It will come handy one day.
Lunagirl: Planes, trains, automobiles
KK-haaste: 185, Lähden lentoon
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