"Ven ve break out of da clouds start looking for the field! Ve're low on gas!", said Ollie to Lars.
"Yah sure, Capt'n. Ya betcha!" responded Lars.
Just then the plane broke through the cloud layer.
"There's the field Capt'n!" exclaimed Lars.
"Okey-dokey! Now that's a really short field! Lars, be ready to call airspeed and give me a trud of flaps!"said the Captain. "Ve'll have to really brake hard!"
"Gear down, Lars!'
"Roger!" said Lars.
"You bet'cha, Capt'n! Airspeed is 120 now. You got the centerline!" said Lars admiringly.
The DC-3 entered a steep approach. Ollie shouted to Lars, "Give me 2 truds flaps".
"2 truds flaps, airspeed 100!" Lars shouted. Both could see that the field was very short.
"Full flaps!" demanded Ollie. "Help me stand on da brakes vent ve land!! pleaded the Captain.
"Roger! 85 on the airspeed" shouted Lars.
The faithful DC-3 touched down ,and both pilots hit the breaks while dumping flaps and killing power. A mighty schreeching was heard as the plane threatened to tip over!
"More back pressure, Lars!Harder on the brakes!" Ollie screamed and was terrified to see the end of the runway almost upon them.
Ollie and Lars held their breath, and the old DC-3 stopped just on the edge of the runway with only inches to spare.
"Lars, I betcha that vas the shortest field I've ever landed on!" said Ollie as he mopped his brow.
"Yah sure,that it is, Capt'in!" responded Lars as he turned his head looking out the left side and then the right side.
"But, you know capt'n", said Lars wonderingly."It sure is the videst darn runway I've ever landed on , too!"