They flew stoic in their silence, brave in their intent, and petrified in their stare, and, yet, they flew on. Help arrived. Enemy aircraft strafing, munitions ever constant, ever threatening, only to appear, then disappear just as quickly. Altitude was evaporating. Controlled mayhem erupted. Their plane smashed into the ground—no landing gear, little hydraulics, and a 4,000 pound "cookie" bomb on board. Unbelievably, all survived. 