My Dad was a flight engineer toward the end of WWII. When the war was over his crew gave the guys coming in from the front air time so they would have more money going out. They flew planes to the boneyard and destroyed them. Dad’s crew took them back, etc. Then they flew back to their base. One time flying over Arkansas Dad said he noticed one of the engines went out. He told the pilot to prepare his parachute Incase he had to deploy. Well the pilot deployed it right in the cab and the co-pilot had to land the plane somewhere in Arkansas.