On the eighteenth of December 1972, when we thought we were getting another of the hundreds of little tactical air raids, we heard the bombs going in out there in the railroad yards and this went on for about thirty minutes.
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.
A hostile airship hovering over London … could inflict enormous damage.
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It's kind of boring to me if teams never throw the ball.
I dropped an aerial torpedo right in the center, and the group opened up like a flowering rose. It was most entertaining.
The bastards have never been bombed like they're going to be bombed this time.
Guy got in a gyrocopter in Gettysburg, flew under the radar all the way to Washington and came - What if he had had rather than petitions to Congress had had a bomb?
I preach about getting the ball in the air.
Air warfare is a shot through the brain, not a hacking to pieces of the enemy's body.
A modern state is such a complex and interdependent fabric that it offers a target highly sensitive to a sudden and overwhelming blow from the air.
The moonsault - I climb to the top rope and back flip onto my opponent. It's very effective but can be risky if my opponent moves out of the way.
A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate millions... Of all targets New York has a certain clear priority. In the mind of whatever perverted dreamer might loose the lightning, New York must hold a steady, irresistible charm.
As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
If, sir, men were all virtuous, I should with great alacrity teach them all to fly. But what would be the security of the good if the bad could at pleasure invade them from the sky? Against an army sailing through the clouds neither wall, nor mountains, nor seas could afford any security.
I'd take a helicopter up and throw microwave ovens down on the Taco Bell.