"Hey, it's not missing any rivets"
Passenger, June, 1966
My mother was a WASP (44-W-5) during World War II, mostly towing targets in AT-6s and B-26s. After the war, family and teaching replaced her flying, but she always thought the 450 hours flying for the Army was the best 450 hours of her life. In 1966 she made her first commercial jet trip, a Swiss Air flight to Europe. She sat down in her seat and looked out the window at the wing. "Hey, it's not missing any rivets. That's the first time I've seen that."