Leo Disher - Drama In The Air

Jeffy, you're the one about the man who dropped his gun on the front line. Alright, go ahead Bill, get it off your chest.

How about you Mr. Disher? You United Press Guard's bun, usually here everything. Ha, what's here Bill? Well sir, this private drops his gun and beats it back towards the rear, see? When his sergeant grabs him and says, Where do you think you're going bud?

And the private says he's gone back with there ain't so many bullets. And the sergeant says, look son, The bullet that hits you, got your name written all over it. If you duck, the bullet's gonna duck, see?

Well, the private squint one eye at the sergeant and says, listen, Sarge, he says, I ain't worried about the bullet that's got my name on it. I'm worried about the ones that say, to whom it may concern.

There's too damn many of them. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Say look, little boys better drink up, your doer'll find another mission in two minutes. That's right, thanks, Joe. Come on, finish up your cook, Bill.

We better go to the briefing room. Here's how, Mr. Tisham. It's mutting your eye, Bill. Come on, Bill, another day, another Jerry. OK. So long, Mr. Disha. The long bill. Good luck, lad. Hey. Hey, no, Mr. Disha.

The way those boys carry on, you'd never think they'd risk them next in a Mustang every Bloeman day over Germany. That's war, Joe. Yeah. Yeah, that's war, all right, Mr. Disha. That's war. Fine above you.

I'll watch the ceiling. You'll watch out below. Don't worry, you love me, Billy boy. Well, Mr. Disha, they're off again. That's right, Joe.