I was having lunch today with my XO at our local diner when I paid a visit to the head. On the way back I'd noticed this rather elderly gentleman's shirt, notable for an embroidered "B-17 Flying Fortress" underneath an embroidered profile of the aircraft.
I stopped at his table and gestured to his shirt, complimenting him on it. Grinning he asked if I wanted it, pantomiming taking it off. One thing led to another, and we started talking. Turns out he was a B-17 waist gunner during the war, eventually being shot down over the North Sea and being a POW for the last two years of the war.
I finally shook his hand, telling him what an honor it was to have met him.
