Well let's see, if I remember correctly when I was forty I was the leading ace of the 214 squadron, no wait that was the 142 squadron, and back then we flew a,, aa, ummm, F4's, no, I mean A-4s They where I think called corvairs or coursairs or corvettes or something like that, no wait that was F4's Ok, ok I got it it was skyhawks.
Anyway we used to drop our bombs by hanging them over the side of the cockpit and dropping them when we thought we where close. I remember once I thought that I was getting a good shot on this Jap carrier, but found out later it was the Langley tied up in dry dock. I wondered why is was so easy to hit.
So, when the nuke went off, it nearly blew my plane into the next continent. I made it out ok but, I still see these mushroom shaped spots in me eyes. I guess those sunglasses I was wearing didn't do to much for the glare. I ought to sue those turds (which is preluded by bass) for the damage they caused. So my point is a happy birthday for the 40th time and I hope that your memory is as good as mine is when I'm 20.
JoKeR :devil