Dear Jim,
Thanks for sentencing me to serve with the K9s. I can't remember when or how I was roped in, all I do remember back then was how cool this group of scumbags were. First thing that struck me was how you knew the first name of EVERYONE, that says a lot to me. Second thing, was how down to earth everyone was. No uppity Major-Colonels you had to salute in game chat just grab a kite and get up there. Kill or be killed. Give Painless some jip, the standard stuff.
I would also like to apologize for any grief I gave you. With crap like, "Jim, you've left unlimited ammo on, again!" or "...hit fly Jim, we're waiting..." as you refilled your whiskey glass for the third time that evening/afternoon.
There's been so many fun times with the Dogz. I flew as your wingman on many occasions (especially if I wanted a good laugh) and once remembered vividly, following close behind your flame painted P-38 in another Ardennes ground attack mission, and thinking to myself, "...where the hell are we going? The front line is back there!.." and as you bombs left the rack, I imagined, "... here comes another load of negative points for Jim..." We often said you would of been court-martialled by General Patton if you ever did fly for real in WWII.
You do attract some amazing blokes to this squad (sounds a bit gay that), which is a testament do your outstanding character.
I'm only sad I never got to meet you in real life.
All the best,
John