“Paulie, you’ve changed,” Phil began. “With that mustache, and the weight you’ve gained, I might not have recognized you. I never imagined you in a uniform, but you look every bit the gallant pilot. All you need is long, white silk scarf.”
“Thanks, Gin,” Paul responded. “You’re exactly what I’d have imagined back at Penn State.”
“After Tim told me that you left for Canada, I was shocked. You were always the voice of reason and restraint. I couldn’t picture you shooting people out of the sky or strafing troops on the ground,” Genero said.
“Tim’s my old roommate,” Paul explained to the two ladies, as they listened with interest to the two friends catching up. “Tim’s a pilot in the Navy. He was at Pearl Harbor and the Battle of Midway. He was seriously wounded in the face, and may never fl
