When I was about 12, Dan and I were in the Heinen's check out line. There was a couple people in front of us and a few people behind us and we're just standing there quietly. Then Dan says, "Oh my god," and points to The Enquirer. On the front cover was a picture of a fighter plane smashed into the side of the moon. The bomber was nearly as big as the moon.
"Oh my god," he says, "that was Billy Johnson. We were flying over France in a dogfight in 1944. And Billy. He just. Panicked, I guess. And flew straight up." And Dan demonstrated with his arm and looked up at the ceiling for a long time. "We never saw him again. I'd recognize that plane anywhere."
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