Even the propeller looks ready for action.

The plane stood there as if frozen mid-flight—a relic of an era when propellers still ruled the skies. Its sleek lines and imposing cannons seemed almost too perfect for something that had once been battered by war. I found myself tracing its edges with my eyes, imagining the deafening roar it must have made as it tore through clouds over Korea. Nearby, a plaque spoke of its storied past: training pilots one day and launching into combat the next. The museum's quiet seemed almost reverent, as if even time itself paused out of respect for this machine.