I could not have lived with myself if I had passed up on this opportunity. The B-17, a flying museum, literally right in my own backyard. Honestly, a few years ago I would have passed on this and not have thought too much about it. But because of Ramey, I have discovered a new love and appreciation for military history. So I was thrilled to be able to see first hand a plane that holds incredible memories to so many. I was moved at just how many came out to see the B-17. Parents came out with their young children on a

Saturday afternoon when they could have gone to the lake, or to the mall, but instead chose to come out and see this plane.  They wanted their children to see something special and to talk with the pilots who actually served and flew the B-17 during World War II.

It was a great afternoon for me.  I came away from this experience smarter, but also with same sadness, because after crawling through a B-17, and looking around in the plane, I was able to see for just a brief moment what it must have been like for those courageous young men who served our country and for so many who made the ultimate sacrifice.

A B-17 pilot back once again in the cockpit. He loved it

Trying to make my way through the plane. I was amazed at how little space there was

The Navigator’s Seat

Honestly, I can’t say for certain, but I think this was the nose of the plane

People waiting to go through the B-17

Forgive me because I’m sure there is a proper name for this, but I’m going to call it the tail section

Sentimental Journey and Betty Grable

It was hot and the sun was getting to me, but here is my Betty Grable impression