Twelve O'Clock High

I was working on what used to be a WW2 American Airforce base  near Newark today.
I was staggered to find the old control tower still intact and in use as the Estate head office.
It looked like something out of an old Gregory Peck movie about B17 Flying Fortress crews going out on daylight bombing raids.
As the light fades, I could almost hear the ghostly sounds of the massive engines, as the surviving Bombers arrive safely home.
I had a moment there.