not like henry grady, the gray civil war author -- i killed as many of them as they did of me. she stood up and asked if i shot down one japanese airplane, and i said i didn't, and she asked if i saw one, and i ought to give her a little something and is said i did. just what i did. i was just putting her on. i said i reached in my pocket, pulled out my magnum, had to do a 180 and had to get the heck out of there. she said you didn't. i said i did. she asked why, and i said the war had been over about three months and i was afraid that guy did not know it. i later told her i was kidding. we had some accidents. i lost buddies. we had a plane fly into our formation one time killed three of them. but you get close to those people. they are like brothers to you. i still have them, and i stay in touch with them 55 years later. they are diminishing. but there's so many funny things. the day we were sworn in as the best. we had a handsome boy from houston who had black, curly hair, sideburns down here, and the barber asked if he wanted to keep the sideburns and he said could i? he sai