Some were skinny and some were broad, some short, some tall. One of them was turned down twice by the Army because he had been sitting at a desk too long, so he swung a pick for 18 months in a construction gang and got into the Navy. They were just Americans, with a ready wisecrack, an eye for a pretty leg, a nostalgia for the corner drugstore at home and an idea that they wanted to be somebody someday.
Because they were young, they liked to fly. Because they liked to fly, they joined...
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