Three on a match, heading back into to a real Sh_t Storm.

A not so well framed photo of the valley as we circled and waited to make our third approach. My gunner, Gerry Siudzinsky offered me a cigarette and I brushed him off as I was deeply engrossed in my own reflections and anticipation of what was coming down the pike. I had occasions apologize to Gerry years later as I thought I had been rude as he must be was worried too, having all this time to think on how big of a suck we were heading into.. Come to find out Gerry had no idea of what I was talking about. Man...!