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I knew Chester well. He checked me out on free gunning. I think I was the last official qualifier. On our first flight I must of done something wrong, because as I was shooting up the countryside he smacked me so hard that he cracked the back of my helmet. Well I made sure he understood that the next time I did something wrong he could give me a post it note( I know not invented yet) or a smile an tell me with a smile what I did wrong so I could correct it. Actually what I told him was quite the opposite. He an i and Willie became good friends. I will miss the rascal. R.I.P
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