B-25s are “medium” bombers. That means they’re the flying equivalent of a ratted out pickup truck. They can still carry a load in the bed, but they’re built for speed, not big hauling. Compared to a B-24, a B-25 is a Ferrari. The glass nose cone is alternatingly exhilarating and terrifying, I imagine, depending on whether you’re seeing the sights or getting shot at.
If you ever get a chance to visit an air show where these planes are exhibited, by all means go. If you feel like robbing a convenience store on the way to the airstrip, you might be able to afford a ride in one, too.
Light, easy to handle, and effective, the Colt model 1911 is the right hand of the Allied fighting forces — except for the Russkies and the Limeys. They use whatever garbage they can get their grubby little mitts on. They can’t handle the power of a man’s gun. Going into battle with any pistol other than the Colt Model 1911 is certain death. You might as well charge the enemy with a spray bottle full of gasoline and a lighter.
Nazis: the only unequivocally evil force that I’m allowed to make fun of without anyone getting all pissy. I can deride Nazis in any fashion that I like, for as long as I like, and no one will think any less of me. It’s wonderful because you don’t have to justify hating Nazis, you can simply hate them because they’re Nazis. Hating Nazis is so universally accepted that there’s an incalculable number of movies, video games, and TV shows dedicated to mercilessly taking the piss out of Nazis. Here are a couple notable examples:
Why justify hating Nazis when you can fight the rising tides of national socialism by watching Australian public access television, which seems to be light-years ahead of anything we have in the US.
I think I’ve illustrated my point — whatever that might be.