Rome was in ruins, he saw, when the plane was down. The airdrome had been bombed eight months before, and knobby slabs of white stone rubble had been bulldozed into flat-topped heaps
Joseph Heller. Catch-22, p.406 (1961)
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Michael stepped on the accelerator and the jeep spurted swiftly down the empty road. On the right there was a bombed-out airdrome, with the skeletons of German planes lying about.