Ozwald, Flying Ace

Ozwald told the story over and over again as long as someone else was buying the drinks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  “I was returning from a secret night time sortie and as I was about to land I spotted incoming tracers.  There, off my starboard wing, was The Blue Max, camouflaged as a Northwestern Crow.  Jumping gee-hosa-fat, there was nothing else to do but clear my guns and roll into a classic aerial combat mode.  Last I saw, he was trailing smoke.”
The venerable sage remained mute.  He had his own “war stories”.

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