Also, my grandfather told me a story of how his unit was crossing the road in France a few days after D Day when a 109 came screaming low over a hill barreling right towards him. He thought he was going to be strafed for sure and kind of clenched his teeth, but the plane just wooshed by. A moment later, a Spitfire raced by in hot pursuit. About a half minute after that, there was a loud explosion and some smoke and then presently, the Spitfire did a climbing turn back into sight and vanished the way it had come...

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The older I get, the more I realize I don't need to be Han, Luke or Leia. I'm just happy to be rebel scum...