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Bartending,
My Last Dangerous Mission By Hank Snow, fighter pilot, 528th Fighter Squadron I was at a rest camp in China. One night the silence was shattered by
gunshots. I immediately thought that we had been attacked by the Japanese,
so I grabbed my pistol and ran outside only to be greeted by a bunch of
pilots all shooting into the night sky and shouting, It’s over, the
war is over! I then took over the task of bartender, which proved hazardous,
as some of the guys were shooting holes in the roof and walls. I thought
to myself, here I am some 19 months at war, survived 101 combat missions,
and am now about to be killed by one of my drunken buddies. We all survived
the night and shortly thereafter we returned to Sian and then Chentu and
on August 23, 1945 I began the trip home to the good old US of A. BACK TO CBI STORIES TABLE OF CONTENTS
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