The whole fleet was lined up, engines running. It was, 6:00am. A day raid. Tom thought it would mean a lot of losses. A lot of risk. He was getting sick of the losses. The good byes to old friends. To new friends. The war was grinding on. It seemed they could win this war, but, the cost; the cost was unbelievable in human suffering. Unbelievable.

Everthing was set for takeoff since they had been sitting engines running for 15 minutes.

"all set jack?" said Tom, "yep" said jack in return.
"Navigator, all set?" Tom asked, "all set Captain", said the navigator.

Yet there they sat. The aircraft was heavily loaded. The target, a military training area in northern France would get pounded by all this firepower Tom thought. He also thought, with this many planes preparing to drop bombs, many of them will not fall on military targets.