Turning the plane onto the taxiway, Charlie saw endless upright tails ahead, each rudder waving the group’s mark, a black K inside a white triangle. He glanced out his side window and saw the bomber’s wings draped over the narrow taxiway. Because The Pub had been slotted for Purple Heart Corner, Charlie found himself twentieth in line to take off, one position away from last in line. Preston’s bomber swung onto the runway and set itself for launch.
