Briefing for The Great American, O.A.O.,
January 12, 2016
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My Fellow Americans,
It is historical fact the German Luftwaffe scored their greatest victory over the United States Army Air Forces during WW2 in a place called Poltava, USSR. Official report states no American aircraft got in the air and fought back. Official Reports are horseshit. If you're not brain-dead, you know O. R.'s are often no better than latrine rumors made by Mickey Mouse rule followers; chin music that chicken-shit brown-nosing bunk lizard BTO's spit out for the sake of brass hats.
Here is the once top-secret intelligence of what may—or may not—have happened in late June, 1944 in the skies over Poltava. It is the one story former four-star Air Force General Galen Bralieg refused to tell. Time has de-classified the general's story. The BDU's on this tale have been starched.
War is politics, without the bull. Politics is war, without the bullet. Truth, in war and politics, is often A.W.L (Absent With Leave.) Here is the truth of bull and bullet. In between the telling of The One Story, there's ten-and-twenty tootsies, a jane-crazy flyboy who caused a bar brawl that'll make your skin crawl, a one million dollar war wound which caused a man to lose sight of the best thing in life, and the single most—without doubt—romantic love story of the 20th century.
But you don't have to believe me. Get cracking and read it T.N.T. (Today, not tomorrow.) If you aren't low on amps and voltage, you'll see. If so, put it in your mess kit. If not, file 13 it and get on with your life, sandpapering that anchor. But remember this: no matter how much pocket lettuce you end up with, or how ribbon happy you get, the misery pipe plays for us all, my friends.
In closing, remember life's tough shit and there's going to be soup ahead, so don't go flying blind. Sweat it out and you'll be fine. And maybe—just maybe—someday, like General Galen Bralieg, you too may become a U.S.O. Commando. That's all she wrote.
Onward now, Miss Liberty.
Christopher F. Mills