CHAPTER 3
I’ve been in scary situations before. You don’t get to be my age without going through your fair share of fear and trauma. That’s the way life works, isn’t it?
I’m certainly not afraid to die. I figure that statistically speaking, it’s going to happen soon. And since I’m not really keen on the idea of weeks or months in a hospital bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, it’s not that frightening to picture myself getting shot in the head.
People who know me, people who’ve read about that flight ask me about it quite a lot. Did I know what was going to happen when I stood up to General? Did I know his gun was going to misfire?
No, I didn’t.
But that doesn’t make me a hero. Not in the least.
I’m getting ahead of myself, though. I suppose if I’m going to tell this story, I
