Now,
Our bomber's a very fine spacecraft,
constructed of paper and wood.
It's perfect for lugging cheap whiskey,
but for combat it just ain't no good!
So...
Don't give me an A-17,
She's heavy and fat and she's mean.
She'll never be done,
moving you to Nav One!
Don't give me an A-17!
Hey!
-Traditional bomber songs.
Ah, the Broadsword. The crate the Sabre came packed in.
-Maniac.
I kid I kid! I love this old girl. She really grew on me during the build process. Hope you guys like her.