"Bronson, they're going to amputate my left leg tomorrow. Would you show some kindness to a fellow airman and throw my leg out on your next bombing run over Germany ?" Bronson, cognizant of the kinship among pilots, agreed and did so. A few days later, Schmidt summoned Bronson back to the medical tent.
"Bronson, they're going to amputate my right leg tomorrow. Would you throw it out on your next sortie?" Bronson agreed again. A few more days passed and again Schmidt summoned Bronson.
"Bronson, it looks like they're going to take my right arm." But before he could continue, Bronson interjected, suspiciously. "Are you sure you're not just trying to escape?"
