United's Flight 111-a non-stop DC-8 for Los Angeles, which the food truck was to service-was already several hours behind schedule. A search for the truck-in driving snow and darkness-had so far failed to locate either the missing vehicle or its driver. Now, like pustules on a battered, weakened body, trouble spots were erupting steadily.Ī United Air Lines food truck, loaded with two hundred dinners, was lost and presumably snowbound somewhere on the airport perimeter. The airport was reeling-as was the entire Midwestern United States-from the meanest, roughest winter storm in half a dozen years. (1922-1941) sometimes Flight Lieutenant, Royal Canadian Air ForceĪT HALF-PAST SIX on a Friday evening in January, Lincoln International Airport, Illinois, was functioning, though with difficulty. Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wingsįrom High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
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