From: St Augustine, Florida
When I was three years old in 1963, living in Izmir, Turkey, I broke my army badly. My dad was in the USAF. The nearest hospital that could best address my issues was at Wheelus AFB, in Tripoli, Libya. That was the first time I encountered this story. At that time, there was a memorial to the crew on base, basically just a roped off gravel area containing one propeller and a plaque. There used to be a picture... Tragic story for the crew; given that their initial error in heading the wrong way doomed them even if they had not made any other mistakes. Apparently they travelled during daylight, but actually covered enough distance that if they'd headed south they could have hit an oasis. They just had no idea where they were.
Down like a CLOWN!