Portal to a Cold Sea - David Alan Webb


On Mondays we flew the polar route, and this was the leg I hated most. We were now furthest from anywhere.

Old Kozloff said he knew a pilot back in the seventies who went down here. "But do not vorry. Zat almost never happens now," he reassured me. "Anyvay, our chances today vould be much better--almost fifty-fifty." Then he laughed, long and loud.

But I'm The New Guy, so such stories are surely just part of my initiation.

I hope.


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