I met Chuck Yeager and three of his squadron-mates from the 357th FG at an airshow in Clarksville, IN one time. All four of them were nice guys, and flew in in Mustangs, like they flew in WWII. It was great. I had Pete Petersen's book with me (Old Crow) and had all four of them sign it (Petersen was a better writer than Yeager, besides being one of Yeager's wingmen).
You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.
