Thanks for that, Michel. I always find I get a sense of quiet content when they find a plane or ship where men have been lost. Empathy for the remaining family I think, or a vague sense of peace for the dead.
My own B-17 wreck is now unexpectedly gaining momentum again due to the literally misfiring airbus. Sorry, brush.
Boy, that fuselage took some amount of wrestling together, as you can probably tell by the prodigious amount of clamps, cable ties, and elastics. Then we'll have the traditional '70's Revell Sanding party'. Really looking forward to that.
Sun's shining, and somewhere in the world it's just slipped past the yard arm. Time for a cold one, hammock, and some food.