My Dad’s frat brother and lifelong best friend from the U. of Missouri (Class of 1933) was an Army Air Corps pilot (DFC) who flew a B-24 in North Africa and a C-54 over The Hump to China in WW2.
A true BAMF officer and a gentleman who happened to be 5’4””.
He was like a dear uncle to me & my brothers, so he tolerated us kidding him about his height as we grew older and taller.
He was also a past president of The Hump Pilot’s Association.
He passed away at age 97 in 2009.
RIP
Hey, aggies finally got themselves a trophy, so put it on the wall:
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One of the worst I ever had the misfortune to use was in the basement of the US Border Customs building in Laredo.
It was in 1961 after riding up from Monterrey where I had eaten a couple local pastries for breakfast early that morning, resulting in a sudden case of Moctezuma’s Revenge as we pulled into the facility.
Down a long flight of stairs I frantically searched through a dozen vacant stalls before finding one that was only piled half full of unflushed shit and toilet paper.
Mrs. Brat’s hs & college bf (top center) after 2 years recovering (from grievous burns suffered in Vietnam)at Brooke Army Hospital in San Antonio…..I know he’ll be watching: