[Bill Douglas]

A story I thought I'd throw in here...

An old guy I knew when I was a kid, his name was Marty Hume. He was a spitfire ace during the war. He said the sadest thing was on the Monday there where a whole lot of bright young faces in dinning room and a bunch of regulars, including Marty, at the same table. Marty said he didn't get to know the new guys as they would all be dead by the end of the week and only him and the other regulars would be left. Same again next week and for the rest of the war.