Welcome home, Sergeant

There ain't no justice.  Sometimes, in war, you're just screwed.  We're currently running an ad for a small "coupla guys in a garage" operation that riffs off the old soldier bromide of "Somewhere out there, there's a bullet with my name on it."  The corollary is, "That's not the bullet you need to worry about, it's the one addressed "To whom it may concen."  This is a story of that bullet.

Of an air crewman who dodged the bullets with his name on it over Germany, even if his Flying Fortress did not, and she was further unable to get her crew home, so they bailed out over Hungary.  And descended into the middle of a firefight between German and Soviet soldiers.

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Welcome home, Staff Sergeant Steinford.  If a bit late, at least you're home.

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