Herbert W Armstrong

I didn't feel like talking to anybody. It had been a long and tiring trip. As the Qantas 747 prepared to take off at Singapore Airport, I was looking forward to a meal, the movie, perhaps a few hours sleep ... above all to get home to my wife and children. But it was obvious that the little man and his teenage son in the seats next to me had not flown before.

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Plain Truth Magazine

February 1980

Vol 45, No.2

ISSN 0032-0420