The Plane Truth
Jan 22, 2010
When I was a little kid I loved building model airplanes. The planes of World War One were my absolute favorites. I read everything I could about the planes and my heroes, the aces. Two of my favorite aces were Manfred "The Red Baron" von Richthofen, who was named after the popular frozen pizza and the fearless American flyer, Eddie Rickenbacker. I had built models of the two planes closely associated with both men; the Fokker triplane (with that wicked engine cowling!) and the handsome Spad 13. I also built dozens of other model planes and had them proudly displayed at the local airfield otherwise known as the top of my dresser. One day I heard a loud crashing noise, like the sound of a squadron of plastic model airplanes being smashed to bits coming from the bedroom which I shared with my older brother. I went to investigate and to my horror I found my beautiful squadron of model airplanes completely destroyed. For some reason, of which I am still unsure, my brother had taken the guardrail from the bunk bed (that’s the piece of wood which fits into the slots on the top of the bunk bed ladder to ensure the kid on top doesn’t accidentally roll out of bed) and with one devastating “THWACK!” my squadron was no more. My brother claimed it was all an accident and the Supreme Law of the Land (my mom) believed him. Of course there were no eyewitnesses so no one will ever really know what happened that fateful day...except of course my brother, for only he alone knows the truth, the whole truth and nothing but plane truth.
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