National Geographic : 1965 Sep
talk to the bombardier (called a "radar-navi gator" these days). "Our first target is a factory," he told me. "We're going to hit the corner of the building. They'll score us within a foot." Electronic signals would tell a scoring team on the ground exactly where our "bomb" had hit. "Can you knock 15 knots off the air speed?" the radar-navigator called on the intercom as 310 he fed data into his bombsight computer. We slowed to 400 knots-still more than 71/2 miles a minute. I saw the Missouri River on the radarscope; our target was in the sleeping city of Bismarck, North Dakota. The operator carefully adjusted his radar cross hairs on the target, still 50 miles away. The automatic pilot and the computer would now fly the plane to that point.