Sarah Waring was my sister. We were living during WWII in England and our family owned an “Institute for Flight”. Sarah decided to go on a bombing run, but when she came back our mother was bent out of shape about her missing her target and hitting adjacent buildings. I thought it was no big deal. Then I found out that she had been trying to bomb British factories and places where women were given substandard wages. But she missed those and hit other British buildings. I pointed out that the risk verses reward equation sucked for bombing British places because you could kill someone (including the women you are fighting for) in the target building, or miss the building completely. Against the Germans this would be no big deal. I said “for the love of god, just stick to bombing the Germans!” Bonus: I got to fly a big kite with Soleil strapped in!

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