Gawrsh, I'm a Pilert!
In the beginning, a young woman met a soldier of the
5th Army Air Corps.
From that day, there was dire concern, for the fate
of the free world!
Worm was born on the very last day of August, 1945.
On the very first day of September, DadWorm took to
Drinkin'!
MomWorm Cried, for the next 17 years!
At last, reaching 17 years of age, Worm joined the
U.S. Army, where
he excelled in Marksmanship, Floor Polishing, K.P.
and AWOL!
It was during this single tour of duty, that Worm's
uncanny talent
for extreme accuracy & utter lack of conscience
with Hand Grenades
surfaced, (Very Much) to the dismay of the rural,
civilian,
Outhouse owning populace!
Alas, Worm decided to "break" with the Army, soon after
receiving
an Official Military "Disciplinary Action" for "Donut
Tossing!"
The "stiff" necked.. protocol observing Army, of course,
thought
He should have waited for his "Discharge" and so Worm
acquired
a further "Disciplinary Action", to add to his resume
. As punishment,
Worm was assigned to a Grenade
Disposal detail!
In January of 1999, Worm purchased a copy of C.F.S.
and
through
his natural anxiety to blow things up... did a web
search, thus finding
the "Combat Flight Center", and the mates, to whom
he credits his
Grossly Inefficient Flying Skills!
Worm, has since, plowed more fields than all the farmers
in N.Y.
And so...History is written.
Worm's Favorite Planes
The BR I-16
The BR P-47M
The BR F4U-4
The BR P-40L
