![]() You can cut the fuel now."įorrester laughed in his mike. "Engines one and two, check," Morrissey called from behind us. We were a hundred miles off the coast of the British Isles. The gray waters of the Atlantic stared back at me. ![]() If I have to be an armchair pilot, I'd rather do it here, where at least I'm on your general staff." He reached out and took the cigarette from my mouth and put it between his lips. The war was pushing us into an expansion that neither of us had ever dreamed of. "I heard what happened between you two but that's got nothing to do with this." "He knows aircraft production," Forrester said stubbornly. back there and are thinking about going back into the service." "Unless you got a little jealous of the R.A.F. I looked at him through the cloud of smoke. "What's going to happen to us?" I asked, lighting it. And His Majesty's boys were happy, too, because living in the sterling bloc, they'd have fewer American dollars to pay out. The factory would cost less because we would have no interest charges and the tax on net income could be taken in Canada, where the depreciation allowance was four times that allowed by Uncle Sam. The British and Canadian governments were willing to finance the building of the plant and we'd save two ways. The idea also had some fiscal advantages. What if it went down? Who'd be left to run the company?" "It's stupid - all of us on the same plane. ![]() ![]() "That's what I'm talking about," he said, motioning toward Morrissey, who was acting as flight engineer. ![]()
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