Found this little gem and thought some of you might enjoy it too
Christmas Eve 1957. A pilot is flying home on leave from his base in Germany. He is alone in the cockpit of his jet fighter with enough fuel and reserve to make this a routine flight back to his home base at Lakenheath.
Original story by Frederick Forsyth
Cheers, Slug
"Major Burns isn't saying much of anything, Sir. I think he's formulating the answer..." - Radar - M*A*S*H
