The Flying Fortress commander not only called the turn, but made good.
Because of the Flying Fortress's altitude it was no more than a pin-prick of light.
He had piloted a Flying Fortress in a highly successful raid over the Romanian oil fields.
The whole thing is a Flying Fortress, and the planes with their stays and supports look like arcades.
He also seemed to have but one thought in his head: to keep right on thundering down and ram the Flying Fortress in midair.
"Good or bad, I wouldn't know," the Flying Fortress' commander said with a shrug.
Midway to the parking lot, Louise paused, calling attention to a Flying Fortress that was coming in against the wind.