I nearly killed a helicopter pilot once, telling him my best war story. He almost choked laughing.
Between the "There I was at 30 thousand feet, nothing on the clock but the maker's name, and that was in Bantu ... " and the "When I was on Shackletons ... " stories I really think I have heard them all, but do not let that stop anyone from sharing.
Here in print it's not the same as in the bar at one in the morning after a few pints, when the 122 rockets fell closer and closer so that the shrapnel rattled off our tin pots ... much like Walter Mitty, in fact, but minus the wife!
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