Cheer Up, Chicken

Homey, homely Ernie Pyle last week turned to the ways of RAFsters in Italy:

> Called one fighter pilot to another: "I say, old chap, there is a Jerry on your tail." Replied the other: "Quite so, quite so, thanks very much, old man."

> Badly shot up, a U.S. flyer was slinking along the coast to the home base. Suddenly, a British voice came over his earphones: "Cheer up, chicken, we have you." He looked around, saw two Spitfires mothering him back to the home field.

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