I feel like it really captures the hell of being in a tin can going in a line while planes and flak riddle you. The dichotomy between days of peace with the chance to flirt and drink interspersed with sheer terror, freezing cold, a screaming man in the ball turret.
The bombing campaign was no walk in the park and the boys who blew up the factories of the German war machine were certainly brave as fuck.
I didn’t consider that, I’ll <redacted> with nice sharp <redacted> into the <redacted> of anyone who claims that the brave Israelis are risking death in their genocide jets. I can see the shitty takes already, a vision of tweets yet to be