Ted Striker

Airplane!2 lines on file

Surely you can't be serious.

A folded white paper aeroplane rests beside three small wooden blocks and a closed brass compass on olive ground. — Original artwork

My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We're bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We're coming in from the north, below their radar.

Ted Striker

A grave grey-haired doctor speaks to a nervous man in a leather jacket in the aisle of a 1970s airliner as passengers stare. — Original artwork

Surely you can't be serious.

Ted Striker