AIR: Forced Landing

Aviation Cadet Vinson Wieser was lost on a cross-country night flight. He had only a half-hour of gasoline in his tanks. He headed his plane for the brightest spot he could see.

The bright spot was the stadium of the College of the Pacific, where a football game was going full blast. For nearly half an hour, Cadet Wieser crisscrossed the gridiron, waggled his wings like a light-drunken moth, hoping that somebody would understand, clear the field so that he could land. The spectators were fascinated but the players paid no attention. Then things happened fast. He 1) knocked...

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