Word: plane
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...stepped out to start the war personally. Seven huge Caproni bombers, black against the pale morning light, were already lined up; their engines idling. Il Duce's two sons, Bruno and Vittorio, now lieutenants in the air force, saluted, and took their places. Overalled mechanics crouched under each plane, screwing fuses in gleaming rows of high explosive bombs. In his pilot's seat Count Ciano opened the throttle, then waved his hand as a signal. The seven great planes wheeled and took off together due south for Ethiopia and the mountains of Tigr...
Back at the Asmara base, hours later, Count Ciano proudly showed that he too had been under fire. There were two little bullet holes in the tail of his plane...
...power to the West, leaving China's East more than ever at Japan's mercy, Generalissimo Chiang seemed last week to have made a most fateful decision in ridding himself of famed Colonel John Hamilton Jouett and the devoted little group of U. S. battle plane experts who have enabled China to create at Nanchang one of the great air bases of the Far East, climate or no climate. In Colonel Jouett's Aviation School near Hangchow over 200 definitely top-notch Chinese fighting flyers were developed by intensive training and ruthless examinations which made enemies...
...voice of United Airlines Pilot H. A. ("No Collision") Collison report that his big, twin-motored Boeing transport, bound from San Francisco to New York with twelve aboard, was but a few miles away, 4,000 ft. up, ready to glide down for the scheduled Cheyenne landing. Simultaneously, another plane approached from the East. "Please delay landing until further orders while Westbound plane comes in," radioed the operator to Pilot Collison. There was no answer. The operator signaled again. Still there came no sound of the pilot's voice, no hum of motors in the quiet, clear night...
...search, tried to imagine what kind of accident had occurred. Not until dawn did they learn, and then the news was the worst possible. Looking down into the rough jumble of hills in Crow Creek Valley, 13 miles from Cheyenne, a searching pilot spied the gleaming fuselage of the plane lying like a disemboweled fish at the end of a quarter-mile trail of destruction. Scattered along this were shreds of cloth, lipsticks and compacts, magazines, pieces of sheet music, and, almost touching an oil-drenched cylinder torn from a motor, a copy of Look Homeward Angel which friends...