who assemble them, the people who fly them. They keep their mouths shut. I’ll add something to what General LeMay said. You tell anybody about these aircraft, you’re not just committing treason. You’re breaking faith with everybody who has worked for six years to build up this force and to keep it secret. Now, which one would you like?”
The crew wandered around the eight aircraft in the hangar. Eventually, Dedmon found himself standing underneath one particular B-36. He couldn’t understand why but he felt comfortable with this particular aircraft. It didn’t make sense. They were all identical as far as he could see but this one seemed right somehow.
“What do you think guys?”
“She seems a real Lady, Bob.” The rest of the group nodded.
“Colonel, could we have this one please?”
Lane looked up and read the tail number, then noted it against the crew list. “Right Major Dedmon, she’s yours. What you going to call her?”
Dedmon looked up at the great silver bomber. “She is a real lady all right. In fact, she’s a
