Red Tails Page #4

my wingman.

Smarter doesn't

make you better.

Better at what? Busting

up Coffee's planes?

Romancing the ladies, for one.

Now if you're done whining,

I have got a pass to do

that very thing right now.

Lightning.

Can I ask you something?

What?

What's going to happen when you go

home and the women speak English,

and they understand just how

full of bullshit you are?

What's this?

Something to celebrate you being

old enough to know better.

Ha!

"Italian for Beginners"?

How many cartons of smokes

this set you back?

A simple "thank you"

wouldn't hurt.

And a "happy birthday"

would have been fine.

Knowing you,

you're just tired of me

embarrassing myself

in front of the signorinas.

Yeah, that might be it.

How you feel?

A whole lot more

than one year older.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

It's tight.

Pilots got you all hot and bothered.

Come on.

Coffee!

We got three planes, the

hydraulic pumps are shot.

Two more got bad governors.

Grab a piece of that tape

and put it over that hose.

What are you doing, Lightning?

What?

What did you say?

Come on, Lightning.

I need it back by nightfall!

And ask if she's got a sister!

Yeah, a blind one!

I'm sorry to bother you.

I flew around your

house this morning.

Okay. Uh...

Right, you...

Si.

That was me.

I'm Joe.

Joe.

Yeah.

D'accordo. Sofia.

Sofia, right.

Nice to meet you.

Thanks.

Mama.

Little.

Joe Little.

I hope I'm not

intruding, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ah!

Ah!

Hold on. I want to

ask you something.

How?

Oh, how? I got a Jeep. You

want to come for a drive?

Dove?

What's dove?

Dove.

Is that a yes?

You want to bring your mother?

It's going to be

tougher than I thought.

What you going with?

I got two pair.

And three of clubs.

I don't care what you have,

you'll never be

able to beat me, son.

You ain't got

enough in the head.

I can't lose. I don't

even know why y'all try.

You just got here, Maurice. I

hope you're learning something.

Hope at least

you're learning by now

not to play poker

with people that cheat.

I ain't cheating.

You cheat.

I don't want to learn

how to play cards,

I want to learn

about combat flying.

Dogfights and tricks for

switching it up on them Jerries.

What the hell you think it is

we know about dogfighting?

The white boys are

the only ones get to

tangle it up with

the Jerries around here.

But they don't

talk to us much, so...

Experience is a cruel teacher. She

gives the exam first, then the lesson.

You know what?

I decided when I get home...

Yeah.

...people ask me

about the war,

I'm going to

just make stuff up.

Hell, I already do! Ask me what I

killed, seven trucks, five Jeeps,

and one of those motorcycles

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