"Well, boys, we got three engines out, we got more holes in us than a horse trader's mule, the radio is gone and we're leaking fuel and if we was flying any lower why we'd need sleigh bells on this thing... but we got one little budge on them Rooskies. At this height why they might harpoon us but they dang sure ain't gonna spot us on no radar screen!"

We could go on for days. We should go on for days.

Isn't it curious, I always root for the '52 crew to get through even though it means the end of the world. I also root for Mandrake to succeed. Cognitive dissonance I guess.