I’m holding a fragment of one of the control yokes from my grandfather’s B-17. It was recovered from the field in France where they had to ditch on the way to Schweinfurt in April 1944. Grandpa was injured in the crash and was captured in fairly short order; he spent the next 13 months as a POW. The plaque holds a more complete control yoke, as well as the scarf of the 384th Bomb Wing, the ’80s/’90s successor to the WWII-era 384th Bomb Group (hence the B-1 and KC-135 silhouettes).