What a superlative story JRT and a prime example by which others may be compared. A moral tale too, underlining how our personal ego can distort better judgement.
What sheer misfortune that you had to bale out after depatching the accursed....er....hang about. Did you say SNAFU's new fighter? How can that be? It's still here in the paint shops at Bad Schmelling. The only explanation is that he must have nicked Galland's by mistake...or design.
Ye Gods! I wouldn't be in his jackboots for all the the bratwurst in Berlin.
SNAFU,
I will email the folder to you upon receipt of your address. Maybe you can have a re-match flying the bona-fide job.
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
