A PARTICULARLY DIPLOMATIC MAJOR in my Air Force squadron was often called to fly with senior-ranking pilots on training flights, a task junior officers don’t relish, given the possibility of bruising top-brass egos. One week, he flew a B-52 with the four-star commander on Monday, and the next day with the three-star deputy commander. The three-star was proud of his flight in the old bomber and asked how he stacked up against his boss. “Well, sir,” the major answered, “I’d say the commander flew about one star better.”

–Contributed to “Humor In Uniform” by Emory Strong

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