Stalwart leaders and stout-hearted soldiers

The West Berliners were going to be starved out

Nobody has that many planes anymore

Someday we'll have enough food. But if we lose our freedom we'll never get it back

The Soviets desperately wanted us out of Berlin

Your parachutes are frightening the chickens!

I could talk to people from all walks of life. Even criminals.

It was an air controller's nightmare

My first instinct was to cry

It would have been suicide to stay and fight

The journey ended in a cucumber frame

Achtung Spitfire