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Mustang

Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, American airframe and English Merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous Nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead, don’t tell me that never felt good!

Flying and rolling up into the blue, six fifty cals gunning Germans down, done there - move to the land of Nippon and chew up some Zeros and Oscars to show you’re a world beater, don’t **** with the Mustang!

One war wasn’t enough, keep a few back for the next one to fight the reds over North Korea, chew up their Soviet Yaks like a prize fighter eating breakfast before his next bout. Mustang legend still alive in old men’s hearts and their grand kid’s minds, see one at an air show, "Don’t you know son, I used to fly one of them..."


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