This explains all the anti-aircraft gun sales to Guam. Look at the recipient....”Mr. I. M. Brownsnake”. We’ve got to warn the pilots! It’s just like Macho Grande all over again! Those boys, and dead drug-laden vermin, are flying right into an ambush! Where are the Wild Weasels? I know I’m just a kid, well, a really old kid, but somebody has to take this old crate out and clear a path for those brave guys in the bombers! I guess it’s up to me! Chief! Did you wind the rubber band good and tight? Rodger! Well, it’s off into the wild blue yonder. Tell Daisy that I’ll be holding her picture as I go in on my strafing run. Tally-HO!
I’ll never get over Macho Grande...