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The pilot started to close the canopy. His base commander came running up to his plane and climbed the ladder to his cockpit. "Do you want to know who it is?" he asked the pilot and the navigator. Who they were going to kill, he meant.
"Get off my plane," the pilot said. "We don't want to know. It means nothing."
In a way, it didn't. The men who did the actual killing, who flew the missions and released the bombs, often knew the least. At altitude, all they could see were small targets idientified by the twelve numbers of the coordinates, and there was no need to look for anything more.