the Face of Everyman was flattered when the newspaper editor returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a follow up story on “E’s” humble beginnings. The editors eyes glazed over when “E” spoke of deep magma chambers, tumultuous eruptions and grinding glacier flows. Sensing that he had lost his audience “E” opened his sea chest and displayed his medals: The Blue Max, Croix de Guerre, the Victoria Cross . . . From that point on the editor recorded every pearl of wisdom the venerable sage uttered.
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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