“Now this is no shit,

There I was, 10,000 feet,

I had a pocket full of nickels and

There wasn’t a soft drink machine for miles,

So I turned to my copilot and said, ‘Alice,’

When all of a sudden, there was Plexiglass flying everywhere.

The men, they were scared, but not me.

Down below us we saw a man on a bicycle.

We knew he was going to church,

Because it was Sunday.

So, we rolled in on him.

It was ten to one!

But we finally got that little SOB”

—Typical flying war story, circa 1971