I have to say that a flight in a B-17 is more than just an airplane ride; if you grew up on the books and movies of WWII, it’s like a trip to Gettysburg or Shiloh might be for a Civil War historian. The roaring engines, wind noise and beauty of the aircraft make you grin like an idiot, but the knowledge of where you are is sobering. It brings on a strange mixture of pleasure and sadness. About 100,000 young men climbed into these wonderful airplanes to be killed, wounded or captured, and a third of the 12,731 B-17s built went down. Today, there are 14 left flying.